Chapter 4

It has been nearly two days since my conviction. Eva hadn't tried to convince me otherwise, I guess she could also see ny pain.Tonight is the last night I have to run away, before the wedding ceremony tomorrow. Hence, tonight was probably the last time I would see Eva again.

After our shift,I make my way to her post. She looked more gloomy than I expected, but she did her best to brighten up. We both walked home silently, perhaps too scared to say anything to ruin the moment. By the time it's time to bid her farewell, she unexpectedly hugs me. 

I gasp, my eyes wide in surprise.around her too. After some seconds, I wrap my hands around her too. "Promise me you'll come back to see me, or else I'd be worried sick you know." She said into my ear, voice quavering. 

I still for a moment, before leaning in deeper into the hug. "I will, I promise." I said with finality. That seemed to do the trick because she finally let go.

 Once she finally leaves,  I inhale deeply before turning back to my personal hell. As expected, my.. Mr. Oliver was seated in the sitting room waiting for me.

 I try my best to ignore his piercing stare as I aimed for my room. I try my level best to appear as normal and helpless as he assumed I would be. I don't put my plan into full effect until it clocks midnight.

This was a dangerous plan for me, but I had no choice ut to escape tonight or it will all be over. I lay quietly still in bed, waiting to hear the sound of Mr. Oliver's liquor bottle fall to the tiled floor. 

"Isn't he unconscious yet?" I rasp through gritted teeth, while I struggle to breathe without being suffocated with anxiety. 

Then suddenly, it lands. Like a gong of salvation, it echoes through the air bringing with it a wave of relief. I immediately went into motion, grabbing as much of my clothes  as I could carry. 

I glance at my room one last time, before jumping out the window. At that moment, I let myself run from all the nightmares that house held. This time, I don't look back.

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How could I have been so ignorant and let my guard down?

I should have stayed low, regardless of the situation. This time of the night wasn't safe for anyone, especially young ladies.

 Ideally me, my silver hair and diamond glass like eyes which looked like flowing water; wouldn't make things easier. 

By the time I realized this, it was already too late. The silent light approaching footsteps I hear continuously bugs me. This isn't the first time I've heard them, but I had been ignorant to them, not anymore. 

I come to a stop behind a pillar doing my best to blend in with the dark alley; with the dark clothes I currently wore. 

I pulled my hood to cover my hair and face properly while I focused on my breathing. The steps seemed to stop, and I peep after a while. 

After some seconds of unbearable silence, I took off like my life depended on it. My breathing becomes constricted, and I don't dare stop even when my legs begin to ache. 

Just when I thought I could escape, I heard loud footsteps behind. They were chasing me now, and it seemed like they were catching up quickly.

I turn down an alley, despite the darkness, I don't dare stop. I thought there would be a narrow path at the end through which I could escape, but I was wrong. 

With a loud thud, my body forcibly collides with the wall. Earning a shriek from me and causing me to fall backwards. It was a dead end, I realized as I stared in fear. What should I do now?

I couldn't turn back, they were right behind me. It was only a matter of few seconds before they got to me. "Found you." A grave deep  voice says from behind me, causing shivers to run down my spine. 

I wanted to yell, run, fight but I suddenly couldn't move my body to begin with; how on earth was I supposed to fight a gang of buff thugs?

More steps echo in this lonely alley, and I swallow as a hand roughly grabs me and pulls me to my feet. I can't see their faces, I can only see their figure outline which doesn't help.

 A hand forcibly pulls down my hood, revealing my long shiny silver hair. "This one's a good one." A voice from my side says, and I lean deeper into the wall.

Suddenly all air gets squeezed out of my lungs, and I quickly place my hand over the strong one which was currently strangling me. 

 I wasn't strong enough to weaken his grasp, "you think you can escape from us? Just who do you think you are, smarty pants?" He mocks me, I grit my teeth. Both in annoyance and agony. 

"Let go." I say, and he only tightens his grip and begins to lift me off my feet. It was becoming extremely difficult to breathe now, "I'll kill you." He said gravely, obviously irritated now. I swing my legs desperately in the air, trying to hit him anywhere so he could just let go.

My eyes begin to give in, and just when I thought I would die... "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." A deep low voice calls from ahead.

His grip on my neck loosens as they all turn to the direction of his voice. I could only make out at least five of them, and they all looked buff.

 If this guy was trying to save me, he may probably end up dead. "And who are you?" The one holding my neck asks, in a threatening tone. 

The stranger doesn't seem terrified at this, instead he replies surprisingly calm, "Your death." A cold chill runs down my spine.