Where are you going?

Freda's POV

My days here in Hardin's mansion are almost turning into a week. I could not get my mind off the wild things I had been experiencing in his house since I was forced here. Lately, I had been planning to escape. I had all the plans mapped out, and I could not wait for the right opportunity to elope from this prison. I sat on the edge of my bed with my palm on my chin.

I heaved a heavy sigh as different thoughts ran through my mind. Miranda was still locked up in a cell. I felt guilt clouding my heart, but I had made up my mind to leave the mansion and source for help outside.

A knock suddenly came on the door, jolting me from my reverie. Who could be at the door? I wondered. I knew it wasn't Hardin because knocking did not fit so well into his personality.

“Come in,” I yelled in a shaky voice and the door suddenly opened, revealing Candy, holding a new bedsheet in her hand. I hissed inaudibly as I tilted my head away from her. I stood up slowly from the bed and walked towar