I Gave Him His Freedom Novels & Stories

Terrified what he’d do to us after the violence he’d just shown. “I’m not.” He shrugged. “I gave you my word. I let you go.” I shook my befuddled head. “I don’t understand.” “I set you free tonight. Both of you.” He nodded toward Triana. “No one turns you back into slaves once I free you.” He reached over so fast I flinched. Though I refused to back up. He lifted the bottom of my chin. “Especially you. You are mine.” I blinked at him in shock. He’d done this to defend me?

He gave a humorless chuckle. "But then I realized.... I don't need the parcel to get my freedom from all this... My freedom was always Infront of me, staring at me, right in the face... I've found my freedom a long time ago, but I was just too blind to see it... But now I see it, and I'm gonna do anything to get it." He held my hands in his. "Aubrey, you- you are my freedom." Now I understood the meaning of swelling heart, my heart was on the verge of exploding- I felt my eyes well up in tears, staring straight at Tyler... "Are you joking with me right now?" I asked, trying to confirm.

, he then says. " For what ?", I ask softly grazing over his hands. " For s..standing up for me. I didn't think..you..you'd do this for me. Th..thank you.", he says. " Don't need to thank me. I'm also grateful to you. You made me change. You made me want to speak against them. I'm really happy today that, I'm finally free from that gang. I feel so relieved.", I reply honestly. He smiles at me beautifully from his heart before going to munch on his pizza.

He said looking at me with a serious face “So you can keep punishing me?” “Hmmm, but this time it's a good punishment” “What do you mean?” “I’m giving you back your freedom, after you're discharge you can go to wherever you want to, I’m giving you back your freedom” I was surprised hearing those words from him. The last time I checked he hated me so much. What changed, what happened, what changed his mind?. I want to ask him those question so bad “Why do you look surprised, you don't want your freedom?”

" He say as his eyes filled with sorrow. I know that staying silent will only result in his victory. In the end, he will still kill us all. I stare at the man in front of me, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Set me free, and I promise we will put an end to him. Please, sir, set me free so we can go to my father." I implore him. After struggling with his decision for a while, he looks at me and nods. He walks over to me with his green eyes and, with great force, breaks the chain. I stand up, holding my hands in front of me, overjoyed to be able to move them freely once more. "Thank you," I say to him, smiling gratefully as he nods back at me.

He just got to the point. “A clean slate,” he said. “Freedom.” But his definition of freedom was a cage with different bars. He told me I was out because he wanted me out—not just of jail, but of Elliott’s life. His terms were simple: I vanish. I move on. I forget. And in return, he’d make sure I never had to worry about anything again. Money. An apartment. A new start. His eyes didn’t flinch once. Not even when I laughed bitterly and asked if he ever got tired of playing god.

He said it was either by choice or by force. Oh moon goddess! What have I done to deserve this? “What will happen after your pup is born?” I looked back and asked before he left. He stopped without turning around to stare at me. After a short silence, he said in a quiet voice, “You will be set free. The day the pup is born, you will be out of here” “Fine, I would just give him a child and get my freedom,” I muttered. It's not as bad as I thought after all.

Jack’s arms wrapped around me, solid and comforting, as if he could protect me from everything that had happened, everything that might still come. “I can’t believe it,” I managed to choke out, my voice muffled by his shirt. “I’m really out. I’m free.” His hand moved gently up and down my back, soothing me with his touch. “You’re free, Samantha. It’s over. You never have to look back.” I pulled back, just enough to see his face, my heart still racing. “How did this even happen? How am I free?” A shadow crossed his features for a brief second before his smile returned. “It wasn’t me. My father… he pulled some strings, talked to the President. He got you a pardon.”

He snarled at me. "Be free, till when? Till when they call you for another errand? That's not freedom, it's rest after labor. To them, you're still a messenger. I can promise you complete and eternal freedom." I stood my ground, addressing him with boldness.

I was stunned that he was giving me the freedom I hadn't even realized I was craving. “Are you serious?” He nodded. “I am. I want you to have peace. I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.” My mind immediately went to Declan as he said those words. “And you?” I asked. “I'll be here waiting. Because that's all I can do now.” I didn't argue. I didn’t question him. I just accepted his gift. He walked me out to a simple black car where the driver was waiting inside.