I didn't want to be here, I wish I was home with my friends and family, but I knew I couldn't endanger them, I couldn't risk anyone else. Too many people had already been hurt because of me. I refused to let them risk themselves for me.
I wish I could go back to the days as a young girl, when I was care free, unaware of the dangers and evil of the world.
Looking back everything seemed so simple then, I realize how protected and loved I was. Someone was always there to make me feel better, to make me feel safe. I never thought I would feel so alone. If only I could go back to those days.I feel tears sting the back of my eyes, threatening to to spill over and slide down my face. My throat starts to constrict. I can't break now, I have to be strong.
There is no going back now.
Instead I am out here, all alone, awaiting my fate. Terrified. Sad. Alone. Waiting.
As I sit in my car outside of this cabin, completely engulfed in darkness other than the glow from my dashboard, miles from anyone, miles from any hope of rescue.
I lean my head back against the seat and let the tears fall for just a moment. My mind wanders to the past, to everything that had lead up to this moment.
The police didn't believe me.
Would they even come?
Was this the end for me?
Why had it come to this?
What lead me to this very moment?
I sat there in the darkness reluctantly letting the memories flood in. Each one like a slap to the face, it still hurt so much to relive it all. This is what I had tried to escape. I had escaped!! Damn it!!
I had finally had everything I could ever want. My life had been so perfect this last six months, surreal even. I had been so blissfully happy.
My family was safe, I had the most amazing friends both here and back home, I finally had a career I loved, and the most caring, loving, patient, handsome man in my life. I had more than I could have ever dreamed of.
Now all that may be gone.
Forever.
Just then I saw headlights coming along the long winding driveway leading to where I sat.
My heart began to beat erratically, as if it would bust out of my chest. I feel as if I cant breath. Tears form in my eyes once more as the headlights from the vehicle pull closer.
This is it.
*Authors Note*
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Unbroken
RomansElena Rodríguez was 20 years old when she met the man she thought was the one. Little did she know he was the one, but not in a good way, he wasnt the one who would love her unconditionally, he wasnt the one who would protect her and cherish her. He...