Leaving again

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      It was now time for the wedding. How I both hated and yet somewhat loved the man I was to marry. I was so confused and overwhelmed by my changing feelings, that I decided to try and escape again. I packed my things while everyone was sleeping, and dropped my stuff outside the window. I heard the reassuring thud that signaled that my stuff had reached the ground, and just as I got my leg over the window sill, Daniel came in.
      "Why...why would you do this?"
"I have to Daniel, you wouldn't understand."
"If you leave you'll die."
"It's no worse than being here."
"Fine go then. Leave, but don't climb down the vines."
       I was beginning to wonder why he told me not to go down the vines, but then I realized it was a trap.
      "What's down there?"
"Across the lawn hidden near the trees, is a gunman. My father told him to wait there, and to kill you when you reached the bottom."
"Why wouldn't you tell me? I was just about to climb down to freedom only to be told if I did, I'd be killed?"
"Yes I'm afraid so. I wasn't supposed to warn you anyway, so that's three times I've saved your life. My father will probably kill me for this."
"Then come with me, so I can return the favor. Be free with me."
"But how will we survive?"
The realization that I dropped my bag hit me, and I hit myself on the forehead for doing something so foolish.
"We'll have to go to the kitchen, and get some more food. We'll have to be quiet though, and if we make any noise we're dead", Said Daniel.
"Alright I'll go and get the food, you pack another bag of spare clothes for the both of us", I said
I grabbed another bag from my closet and packed a couple of changes of clothes, and went to Daniel's room next and gathered some clothes for him. My bag was almost full, but I thought it wise to take a few kitchen knives. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab some knives, but Daniel read my mind because he had a handful of knives ready to put in the bag. We headed out the front door and ran for cover in the forest.

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