Escape

PROLOGUE

“CAROLINA, GET DOWN here right now!” My father demanded, his voice echoing throughout our large house.

I glared at my reflection, brushing through my brown locks two more times before setting my brush down and leaving my room, walking across the marble floor to the stairs. I spotted my father talking to a couple in the Foyer. Slowly, I walked down the stairs as my father’s eyes met my own. I narrowed my eyes at him, and as the couple turned around to look at me, my cold stare immediately changed into a fake, bright smile.

“Oh goodness!” the lady gasped, her blonde hair was pinned up into a fancy bun. She looked no older than 35, “you must be Carolina! Such a beauty!” she spoke, gracefully walking towards me as I reached the bottom step. I noticed how when she walked it seemed as if she was forcing herself to walk gracefully.

“Hello,” I spoke softly.

“My name is Eliza Harrison, this is my husband, Daryl Harrison,” she gestured to the man standing beside my father, “has your father informed you of what’s happening?”

I shot my father a confused look before I turned my gaze back to Eliza, “no, not yet,” I shook my head, my lips curving downwards into a small frown.

“Oh dear, well then he should be informing you of it soon enough. Daryl and I have many plans to do today, so if you’ll excuse us we’ll be going now,” she smiled.

Daryl and my father shook hands as Eliza lightly kissed my check, bidding us both farewells before leaving the house.

The moment the door shut my father quickly turned back to me, his face red with anger. He quickly approached me, before he lifted his hand and slapped me.

I gasped, placing my hand above my throbbin