Chapter 7. Charlotte's POV.

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6:57 the clock read. It was early morning and there I was. Mias room. The knife in my hand almost dropping to the floor as my sweaty palms try and cling onto it. I wasn't going to murder her, well I was going to try not to. The clock struck 7.00. She needed to hurry up before all my bravery washed away and I was left with my quilt self. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I had already told the girls at the nursery what I was going to do. They tried their hardest to convince me not to threaten her but I had to.
I heard Mia's front door open, I took a deep breath. I couldn't. I couldn't do this to love of my life. Not now or ever. I had to get out of here. Her window was the other side of her room. I crept my across the room and opened the window ever so slowly. Mia's footsteps getting louder and louder as she started to walk up the stairs. I take one step into her windowsill.

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