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It had been hours.
Some men had shipped me out and onto some car about 5 hours ago. Now i was on a truck. I was bored and thirsty.
I scratch at a small hole and then rip it open slightly. I peer out and see darkness and some books. Where the hell was i going?
Okay Hillary, you need to get out of here before you end up at some druggo's house.
I listen for any near sounds and decide im in the back of the truck.
I pull my legs up to my chest and kick out at the roof of the box.
It opens easily and i step out gingerly. I grab my belongings and i walk to the side of the truck. There wasn't much in here other than me, some books and crates filled with filings.
I then check the lock at the end of the truck. Its just a big bolt.
Hmm if i can just find something heavy and metal....bingo! a crowbar, just my luck.
I walk to the front of the vehicle and pick up the cold metal grip then i turn and walk towards the back of the truck.
I take up the crowbar like its a cricket bat, and i swing it at the lock. Nothing.
Then i repeat hitting the lock 4 more times. On the fith hit it cracks and falls to the ground. I unbuckle the last of the doors and then i rebuckle them again.
Forgot all my stuff. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
As i slowly peel open one door i feel the truck come to a stop underneathe me.
No no no we can't be here yet!
Then i realize we must be at some traffic lights because i can hear lots of noise, of cars around us.
Just my luck!
I then fully open the doors and jump out with my belongings. but i quickly turn around and shut the doors behind me.
The cold air rushes around me and i look up at the pale pink sky. it had been awhile since i had actually felt cold, fresh air blow around me. I had forgotten the amazing feeling.
Then relisation hits in,
Geez hillary, your standing at the back of an escaped truck and your on a busy road, surrounded by cars!
Then i crouch down infront of the bonnets of cars and i run along to the curb.
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قصص عامةshe had been there too long, she needed to get away, maybe somewhere along the coach? she had enough money saved up in the bank to buy a house. so how to do it? how to escape. the story of Hillary senton.
