I Can't Escape Novels & Stories

Narrowing my eyes, I ground my teeth, flexing and unflexing my hands behind me, with one word and one word only reverberating through my mind. Escape.

The escape, the truth, the only shot we all have at getting out of this goddamn nightmare. I clench my jaw and whisper to myself, “Think, Vi. Come on. Think.”

And that was what hurt me the most. I held back the urge to cry and screamed again out of anger. I looked at the box of aspirin and took one without hesitation. “I need to find a way out of here,” I whispered to myself. “How do I escape?” That question exploded my brain and settled in my mind for days. It was like a primal need that I had to satisfy. The problem was that it turned out to be impossible.

“What if one day we leave all this behind?” His brows lifted slightly. “The business?” he asked. “Everything,” I replied softly. “The danger. The family drama. The constant problems.” He stayed quiet, listening carefully. “I think I’d want somewhere far away,” I continued. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere nobody can reach us.” A small smile appeared on his face. “And what exactly does this imaginary place look like?” I smiled slightly, already picturing it in my head. “A big house,” I said. “Not too modern. Somewhere surrounded by trees. Maybe near water.”

I have to escape! I do the only thing that comes to my mind: I run.

"One month, that's all. If after that you still want to leave, I'll respect your decision." I stared at him for a long, long moment. From the moment he found me to now, dragging me back, I knew just how much power he had, and that there was simply no escaping. "Fine," I whispered, "what about Vivian?" His expression remained calm. "She's been taken to a hotel. Once she recovers, she can go back. I won't have any more contact with her." I didn't say another word. My escape had ended in utter defeat.

They planned to lock her there so she had no escape. She smirked and kicked open the door cause all this was making her mad now. Just as expected their had put barriers in that building so she couldn’t even call anyone to stop the plan. The only thing she could do was run there and save everything from being ruined…

But for now I am trapped with no means of escape. So what do I do now?

His phone continues to ring, after the third try and getting his voicemail – I give up. After experiencing Lazarus’s cruelty and ruthlessness, I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to form a plan of escape and Colton and Bonnie are the only people who would be able to help me. Scrolling through my contacts, stopping at Emmett’s name. My heart hammered in my chest, echoing in my ears. Thoughts spiralling out of control, a jittery sensation overwhelming my body. A blackhole of despair seemed to devour me from the inside, was there truly no escape from this hell?

Forever. If I was honest with myself, I tossed between a wild frenzy of determination to survive, adapt, and overcome this whole bullshit experience and the crushing desire to just quit everything and accept the vacant shell of what was left of me. My window, my last escape route, has been nailed shut. I tried to prize the nails out but I have not been at all successful. I thought about smashing the window, but knowing my luck, I’d slash myself on the glass during the escape attempt. I’m not afraid of a few injuries, but the scent of fresh blood would make it much easier for them to track me. Besides, with their stupid wolfy hearing, they’d know the second I smashed it. Someone always seems