Fiona's P.O.V.
After taking a nice warm bath, I wrapped a towel around me, and walked into "my" bedroom. Luckily, no one was there, so I was able to change back into my other clothes without complications.
Afterwards, I lay down on the bed, trying to figure out what to do. My best friend and roommate, Becky, was going to be wondering were I am. I need to escape, I need to get back home, even if it is a crappy apartment in the crappy part of town.
I started crying again. I had only been here less than a day (that I know of) and already I've changed for the worse.
I thought about my childhood.
I grew up living with my dad since I was 4. My mother, Linda, had been abducted by a gang a week after my birthday, where she was taken advantage of, and eventually brutally murdered. Ever since then, my dad had drilled into my head to never let anyone ever push me around. I started taking self-defense classes, and soon, I got my black belt. I was never really smart, but I was athletic. Aside from karate, I did gymnastics, and was at a competitive rank when I stopped because of my lack of financial support.
I drifted off to sleep, deciding to make a plan in the morning for my escape.
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