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Chapter 39

New york, New York
August 13
10:45 p.m

Sarah;

"You're such an asshole." I breathed as I leaned against the window. I heard him chuckle, "You just found out now?"

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, "Did I mention that I fucking hate assholes?"

"That's good to know."

Here we are, back in the room that he kept me in all this time. God, I hate this place... I just want to leave.

"Well, its bedtime for you, missy." He smiled as he walked to the door, leaving me all alone in the dark.

I looked around the room and eyed the window, decent enough for me to go through.

"Let's do this, bitch."

I looked down at the make-shit shackles that I had around my wrist, which were bleeding tremendously because of it.

I put all my strength and the energy I had left to loosen it up a bit, finally, I heard it snap.

Thank God.

I hissed in pain as the air came in contact with my open wounds. I got up on my feet, and made sure that I got my balance before moving around. I grabbed the chair and put it up against the door, making sure that I had enough time to run.

Just a little bit more, Sarah.

I took a deep breath before jumping up and hanging unto the railings.

"Dinner's ready!" I heard his voice from outside.

Shit. I opened the window wider as I heard him coming closer. I slipped out of the window and looked for a way down.

"You bitch!" He screamed as he tried kicking the door down. I looked around and made my way to the pipe near-by.

Come on, Sarah.

I slid down but ended up falling, pretty badly.

"Shit." I breathed as I limped to the car, I heard him finally break the door down.

I saw him stick his head out the window, "I swear, I get my hands on you-" and before he could even finish his sentence, he was gone.

Run, Sarah, run.

"Its on, asshole."

I ran to the car and locked the doors as I looked for the keys, nothing.

I bet down and hot-wired this son of a bitch. I looked up and saw him walking over to me. I smirked as I heard the engine start.

I stepped on the gas as I backed up, zooming past him.

"I can drive stick shift too, asshole." I muttered as I saw him getting smaller and smaller.

You did it. You did it, Sarah.

As I was in the safe distance, I could feel my adrenaline wearing off, I could suddenly feel every pain I had around my body.

Just a little bit more. For Jimmy.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I stopped at a red-light, I opened the glove compartment and saw a gun. I pulled it out and placed it on my lap.

As the light turned green, I honestly didn't know where to go.

I just miss everyone so much.

I miss Dad

I miss home.

I miss Maverick.

I miss Jimmy.