I looked at myself in the mirror for one last time before jumping out of the window. I was wearing a blue blouse and a pair of gray jeans. My hair was braided tightly. I looked different today. Instead of formal skirts and white shirts, I was actually wearing a blouse and jeans. Instead of meeting Pheonix, I was getting ready to meet Henry Stewart. The man who had once kidnapped me.
When I jumped out, I made sure to look at my house properly. When I heard no movement, I rushed out fast. My eyes were focused on meeting Henry. My heart was beating loudly inside my chest. No matter how strong I was, the fear of meeting my kidnapper was blazing inside me. I felt the pain of meeting the man who wanted to kill me. Or maybe even worse, maybe he wishes to hurt me.
I remember losing my parents
