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Free
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adjective
1.
able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.
"I have no ambitions other than to have a happy life and be free"
2.
not or no longer confined or imprisoned.
"the researchers set the...
-Desireé's P.O.V.- This is what I called home. The Bates Motel. I lived in Virginia with my fiancé Eli and our daughter Alijah, it was actually her first birthday the day I left. I was now in Arizona, 2,080.6 miles away from my family.
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My windshield wipers swooshed away the rain that mirrored the aching in my heart. I pulled into my usual parking spot and climbed out. My green eyes meeting my neighbour who I greeted with a soft but pained smile.
Shutting the door I collapsed into my bed. I had rented out a single bed room, and I literally got what I paid for. The room had a bathroom, just about and a bed. That's it. No cooking facilities nothing. What a home!
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I bowed my head and closed my watery eyes trying to digest one of the many messages from my beloved Elijah, begging me to come home. But I couldn't.
Growing up my father, Donovan Greening, was a wanted fugitive. We were on the run for around 7 years before he was finally caught. I begged Elijah to ensure that I didn't stumble down that very same path. But somehow I always managed to get myself into the wrong crowds.
After birthing our adored Alijah, who was named after her father because she was him! In every way! I began to get myself into some pretty bad circumstances. Those same situations that brought me to flee our family home. I couldn't put Ali through the same things Donovan put me through.
My mother Robyn Holt tried her best to rectify any trauma my father caused, but I was too damaged. Therapy didn't help, a mental institution, didn't work. The institute lead me to Elijah, who tried to his very best to steer me clear of all of that, but here I am still.
On the run.
I huffed as I threw myself around until I found a comfortable position. The three weeks of being away from Elijah was a shock to my system. The warmth of his arms around me, soothed me straight to sleep, now all I had was a crisp cool sheet. And that just wasn't working for me.
