But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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Before I had made my so-called daring escape, I had grabbed the plastic rods of the headboard to make makeshift crutches. It would work.
For now.
I had my backpack slung on one shoulder, and I had dressed in the most normal clothes I could find. It probably didn't help that I had cuts and bruises everywhere.
I navigated through the streets of New York, hoping no one would recognize me.
Even if Bing was in jail, he had a whole army of henchman, so arresting Bing was no help to me.
But I had to be more careful. High-school was supposed to be my cover, not a place where I could be exposed.
I guess I really am dumb.
The shorts I had pulled on chafed the plaster on my cast, my hair tangled around my scalp. But I just needed somewhere I could stay.
Somewhere safe.
Luckily for me, I don't have anywhere to stay.
The streets have become too dangerous, New York has become too dangerous.
There was no doubt I would be caught again.
And this time, there'd be no one to save me.
All this time, I've been hiding and only made a few mistakes, only made a few appearances to my captors, but this time, I've really done it. I really, really thought that high-school was going to cover me.
But I know deep in my heart, that going to high-school didn't mean what it should have meant for me.
I finally broke down from limping through the streets and settled in a dark alleyway.
This'll have to do.
As I laid my backpack on the floor, I remembered the money.
I rummaged through my pack, remembering that I been kidnapped because of the money.
And I had never found that money.
But I still searched through with hope, when I felt a small envelope.
I opened it, realizing it wasn't the same envelope.
My heart sank, but inside, I found a small notecard.
I held it up to the flickering lamp, squinting.
So I take it you've made one of your escapes.
I knew you would. I can't say that I'm glad though. But let's just say that I hope you're realizing what a big mistake you've commited.
Was he scolding me through a LETTER?
I know I can't go through what you've been through, but I just wanted to tell you that I see your pain. You think you can hide it, but you can see it through your eyes. Your eyes give you away, Charlotte.
