*In process of editing*
Megan's POV
I had finally found out where I was. I was in Australia.
It had taken me 2 months to finally find a way out of there. The people who had taken me the night of the explosion had held me hostage.
This was my last chance of getting out. It was now or never.
Yesterday, when They gave me my food, I had stolen a knife from one of the men. They didn't even realise.
I was now waiting for my breakfast.
One man walked into the room and I quickly knocked him out in one punch. I had been saving as much of my energy as I could, as I knew I would have to get out of here alone.
I took his keys and weapons. I then snuck down the halls. They had taken me to an abandoned warehouse.
I had come to the conclusion that everyone thought I was dead. They would have looked for me if they thought I wasn't, right?
I made it outside of the warehouse. It was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. I saw two jeeps parked outside the warehouse.
There was a man sat in one of the jeeps.
"Yes" I said to myself.
I snuck over to the jeep.
In one movement, I opened the door of the jeep and pulled the man out of it. I held my knife to his throat.
"You move, you die." I said seriously.
He just nodded his head.
"Pathetic" I said as I slammed his head against the car, knocking him out cold.
I quickly got into the van and started driving. I learnt how to drive when I was 14, so I was good. I just hoped the police didn't stop me.
I drove as fast as I could away from that warehouse.
I did it.
I escaped.
James would be so proud of me right now. James. What did he do to deserve to die? Nothing. Why did he die? Because of me.
Is there any point in going home?
I'm just going to cause people pain again.
That's when I remembered.
Grayson.
I promised him. I promised that I would be okay. I can't break that promise.
And Damien, he will pay for what he has done. Revenge is sweet, and I'm craving some sugar.
