FRAGILE

Chapter 9

Laila's POV

Pick up? Pack? Move in? What in the hell is going on in his head we just met yesterday and he practically forced me to his car after slapping me two times.

With all the thoughts of my abusive past playing in my mind I didn't even attempt to look For a job. the only thing going through my head was escaping

I didn't have money to travel far from this city, heck I didn't even have a penny but I wasn't going to stick around and just to find out what Damien would do to me

I hated how weak I am and the thought that another man who is more powerful that my foster father who used to beat me senseless until i lost consciousness will have power over me.

Just thinking of how he will punish me every day gave me bad chills and i couldn't stick around and just to find out.

I was crying all the way to my building I barely could see the way with tears on my eyes and blurred vision

The walk to my building surprising took a few minutes I didn't even notice when i arrived,

I brushed my tears away got into my apartment and throwing the few clothes and also everything I would need in my duffle bag

Thankfully I didn't have much. me having no real family I didn't have anything to hold on to. When I was young I used to move around from one convent to another until I ended up with the Millers, my former foster family. And with all the moving learned not to have too much or hold on to anything

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Looking around the apartment I couldn't help the cries that escaped again, even though the place wasn't lovely kind it was my first real home an escape place where I was starting afresh, where I planed to stick around until I could build a family with lots of puppies and cats

Now I was leaving this place going God knows where with the insufficient budget I have

The place was not in its best condition, but Mrs Rudolf was kind enough to let me stay here even though I hadn't payed for months, I had to at least pay her kindness back by cleaning the place and considering the fact I was leaving without even a notice I couldn't just leave it in this condition

Sparing a few minutes to clean wouldn't let Damien catch up on me

After a while of cleaning and trying to scrub the flow the place looked kind of presentable for the next person looking for a cheap lay

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I walked all the way to the bus station, the bus station wasn't far from the building I stayed in and the walk helped me to think of ways to get money for the bus ticket and all my options were shady, stealing was one of them and I couldn't do that i was once stole and that was my first and last time, I told myself that I stole because I didn't have a choice and was desperate for an escape but I was still not proud of myself so stealing was out of the picture which left me with the option of begging for change from the procurers but I knew that would take long but I didn't have a choice and hopefully it wouldn't be to late for Damien to catch up with me

Inspecting the bust station the weren't many people meaning I would have to move around the bus station to get enough money for the ticket and probably some food for tomorrow. Turning around I saw the first person who looked approachable enough for me to go and ask money

"Excuse me sir, would you be kind to lend me few cents"

"Get lost you street rat" the distaste in his voice crashed my hear

Sure I was not clean enough of presentable but I wasn't a street rat I woke up everyday early in the morning to go look for a job that could keep me out of the streets, times like this being called by names I wish I had a family no matter the status I would be very grateful

I guess people are not what they seem

It was an hour of begging I wasn't getting anywhere, i did get money but still not enough to buy me the ticket

"Excuse me mam, would you be so kind to lend me a few cents"

The nice lady handed more than I expected my glaze was still on the money in my hand before I could thank her the lady was gone, tears were threatening to fall in my eyes. The money I got was enough to get me a the ticket, food and a night in a cheap motel.

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Getting inside the bus I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me and that this whole escape was a dead end just a show for Damien or that he is probably in the bus with me waiting for the right moment to laugh at me for thinking I could get away from him

With this feeling I looked around the bus I didn't find anything out of the norm or suspicious other than the bulk man seating at the back wearing shades in this weather reading a newspaper

I couldn't shake the feeling that under those shades his eyes were more focused on me rather than the newspaper in his lap

I immediately dismissed the thoughts with a shake, I couldn't think negative and it was probably just my anxiety playing tricks with me

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