'You did a better job than anyone could ever do' - End Chapter.

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well... this is it.
I have spent a long time on this, and i hope you enjoy reading Take A Trip To Paris for the last time.
before i let you read i just want to say thank you so much to all my dedicated readers, thank you so much for being there for me, and for showing so much love and support throughout my entire wattpad-life. You're all beautiful people.

i really don't know what to say, because this is my last chapter... the last thing that i will ever write for Take A Trip To Paris. I've become so emotionally attatched to this novel that i've actually had to re-write the last chapter a few times because i just can't let go. But alas. I have availed.
It's hard to let go.

The song i have attatched is the official last chapter song. I have done so much research for a song for the last chapter. And this is it.  You can listen to it whenever you have the guts to. It's going to mess with you if you listen to it whilst reading.

I love you all.
and please tell me when you start to cry.

thankyou for reading, guys.
you all mean so much to me.

AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEAE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE FOR MY STORY AT http://www.wattpad.com/watty
IF YOU THINK I DESERVE IT!
IT WOULD REALLY REALLY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!

Izzie. xo.

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Avery’s P.O.V


*4 HOURS EARLIER*

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I sit in the dark room, alone.

It has become almost a home to me. A month now, i’ve been in here.

I’ve become a custom to the feel of my room, the wooden floors, the mattress (which, mind you, has been washed a few times), Blankets, pillows, ect ect.

I’ve also grown used to the ‘fleeting trail’ i call it, and by ‘fleeting trail’ i mean, way out. 

Listening to footsteps became a daily game for me, counting how many strides it would take for me to be out of here.

24.

Tonight was the night. All the boys go out for dinner on Saturdays, but they’re always back before i can pluck up enough courage to run. Tonight i will leave just after them.

I think i’ve gained their trust, i am not allowed to leave the room, but i am allowed to talk more, make more interactions.

speaking of interactions, Luke.

The man in the mask was the Luke i had met in Montreal, the Luke that saved me from Paps, and had met only a few times. I am yet to know why he was involved.

The elder man, ‘boss’ as they call him, i’ve identified as a complete asshole. He’s a monster. 

Both of my knee’s are still badly broken, Luke had taken his time to bandage them up, and had supplied me with a couple of cups of ice.

Even though he was a bad guy, i felt safe around him for some reason. We had developed a bond. Not a complete ‘tell me all your secrets and i’ll tell you mine’ bond, more of a ‘you talk to me about the outside world, and i’ll cry about how much i miss my life’ kind of bond.

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ah, it’s 8:00PM. The boys should be leaving about now.

I felt overly-confident. Well, as overly-confident as a kidnapping victim COULD feel. I know these boys, and they normally take an hour to come back. I was safe. I could run.

I could run back to my house, maybe walk since it’s so far. Maybe find a house and call my family from there. They’ll come and get me, and i’ll go home, sit in my safe lounge room, and talk to Harry and the boys on the phone. Everything will be beautiful again.

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