Part 34

I was surviving in a small rented motel which I hadn't left for a day now.

I was upset and mad at myself. I didn't still believe I did that. This would backfire and I would be treated like a whore again. I didn't want that.

Not again.

A few hours ago I was on the rim to Call Ezra or Roy and tell them where I was. I was trembling at the idea of them showing up to take me back.

I was terrified more because by now they would've known where I was, still they didn't arrive to take me with them which meant they were slating my slaughter.

I was ludicrous to even think I could escape them. My tale was coming to an end which would emerge in me being defunct.

I rushed towards the small closet and put on a trench coat. Unlocking my door I glanced in an all directions and swiftly descended the stairs jogging out from the motel premises.

I sighted a phone booth and promptly strolled there draping my head so that no one could reckon my identity.

I didn't even know which city I was in! The Cab drive