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Chapter 3

Rosalind's POV:

I know my decision now. I will escape this hell hole where I'm tortured mentally and emotionally. She barely realizes my existence; She thinks I'm an ominous thunderstorm in this family, but I don't know why ,even though I am the one, who should be complaining about lack of attention.

But if I run away , where should I go?, I don't even have a place in mind. And I don't wanna end up selling myself to fend for myself. It gives me a panicky jump and makes my stomach churn when I think of what is in store for me if I run away.

" Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me": famous words that emphasize my determination to let this exorbitantly torturing life slip away. I will strive for my own
wish to be strong and liberate myself from any manacles.

I went to my wardrobe and started to get my clothes out to
pack for my getaway from this dreary, lifeless,and bleak house in which life is a tasteless charade.This house foreshadows my demise;life has always been anything but home in here. After packing up my clothes, I rushed to the bathroom to get my toiletries.Now,it's all settled,and I'm going to seek somewhere that can be my cosy sanctuary.

It's midnight,and that marks my zero hour to put my old self behind and hunt down a better version of me with no insecurities, no fear,and no self-harm.I tiptoed to get out of the place in which I encountered myriads of struggles.

Now, I'm out of it.I no longer belong to this place.with two duffel bags I'm wandering around. My cell phone is switched off. I've thrown away the SIM so that no one could reach me. But I'm still clueless about where I should go.

It's been nearly 2 hours walking. It's 2 am,and I still don't know where to go. To my surprise, I find some raven-haired guy in the park smoking and holding a bottle of beer,taking a gulp like he wants to go oblivious about his life as much as I do. But the difference is he temporarily forgets when he glugs a drink, but my past wears my memory like a stain.

I step into the park, ignoring his existence,and I know he might hurt me in a way or another since he's obviously drunk.I sit on a park bench,then I hear footsteps,c coming towards me. To my astonishment, that's the man who was drinking.

"Seems like you're lost," he said. " I know that you escaped.It's written all over your face."

My voice can't come out;I feel scared to the extent that I will faint.He looks intimidating and drunk.God knows what can be in store for me if he gets a step closer. I ought not to have stepped into this park at midnight.

He sat next to me,and I could feel my heart in my ears. " Stop over thinking," he said. " I won't do anything."

Finally, my fear diminished. His voice is soothing,and his hazel eyes are so heart warming. " You seem young ," he stated. " What brought you here late at night?" He questioned.

" I....I escaped, and I got no where to go ," I answered, with my voice full of shame and pain.

" I've always wanted someone real and true who can keep my company. Can you come with me?" he offered.

His offer took me by surprise. I don't know him,and neither does he. I don't even know his name,and neither does he. We are as strange to each other as perfect strangers.

" I can't say yes ," I replied. " I have no clue about who you are,"
I justified. His eyes were bearing so many mixed emotions. I could never decipher.

" You can be like my daughter," he continued. " You look like my daughter, Adelaide," he smiled upon mentioning her name.

My heart started to soften for him. He seemed like a good man, but I didn't think that he is this old. He looked 25 at best.

" But sir, you don't look this old to have had a daughter round my age," I argued.

He gave me half a smile. " She died last year of leukemia. She was 7," his eyes started to water. " I got her mum knocked up when I was 17," he explained.

" So you're like 25 ,right ?" I asked.

" No," he denied. " I'm 26 , and you ?"

" I'm 15 "

" The age of being rebellious yet so perplexed. I know how it feels like," he said. " You seem like the female version of me when I was 15. I mean you are quiet and mysterious.Furthermore,you're so rebellious," he continued.

" You're right," I smiled, loving the fact that he understands me more than my mum even did.

" So.... Are you coming with me ?" his eyes were full of hope

I thought about where I could go , what could occur if I stay on my own , and most importantly him. I felt something towards him. He has this aura of dark and dangerous yet humble and kind. He seems genuine.

" Yes, I will ," I spit my answer

" From now on , I'm daddy ," his eyes held so much mystery.

" So what's your name?" he asked

" I'm Rosalind."

" I'm Zayn," he answered

" Are you ready to get into my world?" he asked

" Ok. Sir "

" I said. It's daddy," he said, his eyes were fixated on mine.