Part 1:Ariana's POVI remember leaving the house and trudging through the forest, my body trembling with every rustle of a leaf that fell on me, my imagination turning it into a slithering snake. I used to get startled by bushes brushing against my skin, mistaking them for lurking animals. Eventually, I made it to the highway.Sighing with relief and wiping the sweat from my brow, I adjusted my heavy backpack and smiled, extending my hands to the sky. I knew this new journey would be difficult, but I was prepared to fight because it would be worth it. I walked alone, praying for a passing car or truck to give me a ride away from this area, but it seemed that luck was not on my side.Once again, my smile faded as a comma interrupted my thoughts, and fear gripped my heart. A group of men appeared on the road, and as soon as they spotted me, they exchanged glances on their mobile phones before scanning me from head to toe, nodding in agreement. They dismounted their motorcycles and start

¶ Part 3 ¶Waking beside some man wasn't what I even had foreseen in my nightmares but it happened. My saviour and ruthless man was snoozing beside me and that too in a bathrobe. No, this time I ain’t going to run my mind in some wild direction as I remember correctly then last night when he outraged me that moment too he was in this but I neglected it because my mind was already preoccupied and of course, I was scared like hell to notice anything else.Doesn't he have any sense? First, he shouldn't have slept beside me, and second, in a bathrobe? But it's my mistake from whom I am expecting it.Mr. Fierce.This is the name I have given him. I also recalled him coming closer to me when I was semi-unconscious. I would have taken him wrong if I didn't have a blur memory where he helped in taking my medicines and politely told me his name, which I undoubtedly cannot recall at this moment. But it doesn't mean I have forgotten his prior behavior, and who knows after waking up, he will again

"I will go, but my backpack is missing. Where is it? And do you know what kind of place this is? And how dare you bring me here?" She said with an attitude. Yes, her tone was polite, but I could see the attitude on her face.What? Really? Instead of showing me gratitude, she's offending me? Yes, I am taking her words as rudeness. How dare she question why I brought her here? I should have left her in the car to freeze in this cold weather. That's why I replied cunningly, curling my lips in a grimace, "Your huge backpack is in my car, and you should be thankful that I brought you here instead of leaving you in the car. You must have turned into a polar bear by now if you had stayed there. And what's wrong with this place? Yes, it may not be up to my class, but you probably can't afford this place either."Upon hearing this, her face completely changed, as I gave her a reality check. She must have been hoping for some kind of miracle, like getting a time machine or teleporting out of the

I reached the boulevard, my heart pounding as I thought I had managed to escape the situation. But now, I'm overwhelmed with remorse, and I can't help but sadly laugh at myself for what I've done – today, I became a thief.Trying to wash away the guilt, I tell myself that someday I'll find a way to pay him back. After all, he was rude to me, and maybe I can take this as his punishment. However, despite everything, I can't deny that he once saved me, which complicates my feelings.I decide to stop dwelling on the past and murmuring these thoughts to myself, I make my way to a bus station, asking for directions from passersby. It's time to move forward and leave this behind.As I sat there contemplating my options, the decision of where to go weighed heavily on my mind. California and New York seemed like appealing choices, but I couldn't seem to make up my mind, and nothing else came to me as a clear alternative.Reflecting on my hasty decision to run away from the bungalow, I realized

Ariana's POVMy entire face drained after encountering someone from my past. He is the least expected person I wanted to see, but at this moment, he is before me, piercing his gaze into my entire body.Why is he here? For his money? What if he tells others what I did? No, I need to stop him.After lots of striving, I am on my feet and enjoying my life with friends like I always dreamt. I reminisce about how difficult it was to reach this point where I am standing. I couldn't have made it here if I didn't find some great friends.Two months ago, I remember disembarking from the bus and nervously looking around myself. I sighed and moved towards a restaurant, ordering a coffee so I could make some decisions."Now, where?" I asked myself while sipping my beverage and looking around. All were busy with themselves and seemed happy, but here I am, all tense, sitting.Shall I go to some motel and rest there, then find some job at restaurants or hotels? But I can't spend money on motels. What