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Escape In Sight
I have watched as yet another month passes. Paul has barely spoken about me getting a job. I wonder if he will allow it? He seems quiet, almost like he is rethinking his plan.
I do my best to act like the perfect girlfriend. I cook his meals, clean the apartment. Do everything he says and follow his orders as soon as he says them. I'm lucky I know him, know what he expects. It means when we talk, my mind is quick to tell me what to say.
The things that make him smile and feel safer. Like I won't run, but I will. I will be running.
I've watched him the entire month. The baby, to him, is money. I've listened to his calls, to him finding someone who would buy the baby. It just confirms I need to escape sooner rather than later.
I can't let him sell the baby, so even if I struggle to get free, I will find a way to make sure the baby is safe.
He wants money, an idea comes. An idea which might mean if I can't escape before I have the baby, we keep i
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