I grabbed the black leather bags, going through each of the items.
For months, I'd been planning my escape without the knowledge of anyone. I was discreet and even after I'd arranged more than enough, a part of me was still unwilling to leave. Maybe because I desperately wanted to believe there was still a chance for him to change. For both of them to be better parents. But it was useless. They would always remain like this and I didn't want to sit around for the shitshow any more. I rifled through the contents; my new ID, passport, new phone and an untraceable card I'd gotten under a dead cousin's name. And the most important thing. The bag of cash I'd been piling up, it should be nearly more than a million dollars in there but I wasn't sure. I'd pulled out all of my savings and earnings. Working as the assistant accountant to the governor had its perks. I made sure not to touch any money my parents had kept aside for me, not even my own spending account. I was going to do this myself, pave a new life without the help of anyone. And I was going to do it tonight. "I can do this," I whispered with a nod. "You can do this, Tara." I quickly showered and bandaged up the cuts and bruises, applying makeup on my face to cover up the scars. It didn't conceal it completely but it was better than nothing. I dressed up in my all black outfit and grabbed a baseball cap, arranging it on my head. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. I returned to bed with a smile, waiting until the clock hit twelve. That was when the lights went out and everyone would've gone to bed. It wasn't long when the long awaited moment came and I grabbed both bags. I decided not to pack much of my things, just the essentials needed for my new life. I took the easy way out through my window, throwing my bags out first before climbing down. It was just my luck that dad never kept any of the workers overnight. They clocked out once it was seven and at first, I wondered why they weren't full time employees until later, He did it to hide his evil doing. It was why he never acted out during the day or in the public but rather at night, where no one was looking. My legs were moving faster now, pumping with each stride as I headed towards the open gate. This was it! My freedom. It was closer than I thought. The moment my feet stepped outside of the gate, a relieved air left my lungs and I snapped my mouth back to restrain the scream from leaving. Free. I was finally fucking free! I adjusted the wig and cap on my head, making sure it wasn't sitting awkwardly on my head. And I grabbed the straps of my bags tightly before heading for the road. The night air was chilly and the leather jacket I wore did nothing to keep the cold away. I kept walking until I got to the intersections and flagged the first cab I saw. "Take me to the airport, please," I told the driver with a polite smile and he nodded. It took about thirty minutes to arrive at the airport and I must have fallen asleep halfway because the driver woke me up himself. "Miss, we've arrived," he said, tapping the side of my knee. "We're at the airport." I grimaced when I realized I had fallen asleep. So much for being sleek. "Thank you," I told him as I paid before climbing down from the vehicle. The large building glared back at me with bright white and different colored lights. Overhead, a plane had just taken off, a loud whooshing sound following suit. I couldn't remove the goofy smile on my face, heading towards the terminal with a low whistle on my lips. "Good morning, miss," the attendant greeted with a cheery smile. "Where are we heading to this morning?" I looked at the display board, different locations flashing in red and switching intermittently. Vegas. LA. Nevada. I looked back at the attendant, "What flight is leaving soon?" "Hold on a moment," she looked back at the computer, tapping a few keys. My fingers drummed against the bag, and my eyes darted around anxiously. I wondered if anyone saw me traipsing out of the gate or if the cab driver recognised me. But I doubted it. With the blonde wig and cap on my head, I looked completely different. Besides, I was dressed in leather and everyone knew how my family was against that trend. "Ah, here it is," she looked up with a smile on her face, handing me a pamphlet. "Elko, Nevada. It leaves in an hour." That was pretty quick. I took the pamphlet and flipped through the contents. "Elko?" "A very nice place if you're looking for somewhere quiet and a lot of southern sweetness too." She typed in a few keys again before looking at me, "But I'll warn you though, the plane doesn't lead straightaway to Elko." "What does that mean?" I asked, my brows furrowing. "Well," she smacked her lips together and sighed. "You'll stop at a nearby county and take a bus that'll take you straigh to Elko. It shouldn't be up to an hour." That didn't sound too bad. Besides, the place sounded inconspicuous enough. "Elko, huh?" I said with a smile forming on my lips, already concluding in my heart. We went through the rest of the process, submitting my passport and getting cleared by the officers. It was a wonder they didn't realize that anything was off with my passport even with the way my heart was beating rapidly. I had to give it to Freddy. He knew how to get the shadiest of things done. Other passengers joined after a while and soon, we were already walking up to the plane, pamphlet and hope in hand. As we climbed the stairs leading the plane, I looked back down at the place I once called home and sucked in a breath. "Good bye, old life," I whispered, suddenly feeling melancholic. I returned my gaze to the entrance of the plane with a hopeful sigh. "Hello, new life."I was so excited, I could barely sleep through the night. The moment my alarm buzzed, I was already out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom. Once I was done dressing, I stepped out of the apartment and then the main building. The morning air was crisp, and the sky was still a dark blue colour.I smoothed my blouse one final time before walking through the gate. I'd chosen my outfit carefully this time around. I wore ankle boots for stability on the uneven ground, fitted dark jeans that hugged my figure perfectly, and a white blouse that looked professional without being stuffy. I wasn't going to make the same mistake of wearing heels against that gravel again. I found a cab the moment I was at the road, the driver was a friendly older man with kind eyes. He caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. "You look real nice, miss. Got yourself a job interview?""First day, actually." I said, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. "Well, ain't that something. You're go
As I lay beside Jason, my fingers traced the curves of his muscular chest, the sweat from our makeout session still glistening on his skin. His eyes were closed, but there was a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he basked in the afterglow of the blowjob I'd just given him. "You're insatiable, Tara," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, a blush spreading across my face as I met his gaze. After he picked me on the way back from the mayor's office, I didn't expect he would drive me back to his condo. He didn't say anything until we stepped through the front door, the moment it closed, he ravaged me like a hungry beast. I didn't stop him. I had also been aching for him. "Only for you, Jason," I replied, my voice was a low purr. I could feel the familiar stirring of desire within me, the ache in my core that only he could satisfy. I straddled him, my thighs gripping his hips as I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "How about a li
"Anyways, why are you here?"Hope sprung in my chest, I was already off to a good start, I just had to make a lasting impression. I opened my mouth to explain when the door behind him swung open. My smile crumbled as Jeremiah Finch emerged, his broad frame filling the doorway.Those damn blue eyes found mine immediately, surprise flickered for just a moment before his expression returned to that normal stony mask. Heat flooded my cheeks again, but this time it wasn't the good kind. It was the angry kind that reminded me of yesterday's humiliation, of his dismissive 'I only hire men's and the crew's barely concealed laughter. "We should continue this conversation next time, Mayor O'Connor," Jeremiah's deep voice cut through the air. "It was good speaking with you." "Ah, a shame indeed that we wouldn't speak for longer," Even as the mayor responded with enthusiasm, I could feel those piercing eyes on me. My skin crawled with the uncomfortable awareness of his attention. "Well, le
The sound of the alarm clock woke me from my slumber, and I groaned, dragging myself from the bed. My muscles protested as I moved around, heading to the bathroom first. Today was yet another of applying for more jobs. After yesterday's rejection, I was prepared to just lie in my bed today but my finances cried out to me in my sleep. "Oh well," I muttered, heading downstairs once I was fully dressed, my hair tied up into a neat bun.I still hadn't gotten used to having blonde hair, and checking the mirror this morning revealed that my dark roots were beginning to show. I had to find time to dye it this week. "Off job hunting again?" Suzie asked the moment my foot hit the main hall downstairs, eyeing me with concern. "Yesterday was a bust," I admitted, trying to keep the bitterness from my voice.The memory of Jeremiah's dismissive tone still stung like a fresh slap. 'I only hire men.'The arrogance of it made my jaw clench all over again. Suzie's expression grew sympathetic. "
"You only hire men?" I quizzed, hoping I had heard incorrectly. But he arched a brow, looking bored. "I believe that's what I just said."The unfairness of it all ignited something fierce inside me. The words poured out like water through a broken dam. "That's completely outdated thinking, Mr. Finch. Gender has nothing to do with managing books or understanding numbers. I have a degree in accounting, three years of experience working in the regional bank and two more handling the books of a governor's milling company." I stepped forward, stopping in front of his desk with fisted fingers. "I can balance ledgers better than most men you've probably hired. This mind of bias is exactly what's wrong with small towns, you'd rather stick to your prehistoric ideas about what women can and can't do than actually consider qualifications." I tipped my chin boldly, "this is 2023, not 1953, and if you can't see past your own prejudices to recognize talent when it walks through your door, then
The word "no" had become a familiar refrain by the time shadows stretched long across the pavement. Bank tellers, shop owners, office managers, each polite rejection had chipped away at my optimism, but not my resolve. I'd heard worse than "we're not hiring right now."The last man I'd spoken to at the hardware store had been kinder than most. "Try Finch Construction," he had said, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. "Heard they need someone for the books." After several wrong turns down dusty roads that seemed to lead nowhere, I finally spotted the modest trailer that served as Finch Construction's headquarters. It was small but purposeful, every inch utilized with the efficiency of people who understood the value of space. Construction equipment was sprawled all over the yard; a weathered tractor, piles of lumber, and cable coils gleaming in the dying light. The crew were finishing up for the day, and every pair of eyes turned toward me as my heels clicked across the grav