Rose pov
As Ryder pulls out the property, all I can think is, I gotta go.
This is the perfect opportunity for me.
I race down the stairs and run into Ryder's office.
Surprisingly, he keeps it unlocked.
Stupid too.
I run behind his desk and start pulling open the drawers looking for my glasses.
I'm way to exposed right now and I really can't afford to be without a disguise, even if it's something small like my glasses.
I find them in the last drawer I open, top right.
Should've checked that first.
I grab them and run towards the exit, looking around for guards, but not seeing any.
Ryder trusts me too much, leaving me by myself in this house.
I slowly open the door and slip out the building. Then burst into a full sprint down the driveway.
Adrenaline fills me as I run my hardest away from the place I've called prison for I don't even know how long.
Looking at the path the car tracks show me, I run along side them, praying no gang members will choose this time to drive up to Ryder's house.
After about 5 minutes of running down a huge hill, I finally see civilization.
The neighborhood we passed on our way out to school, sits quietly in front of me as I begin to slowly walk down the sidewalks inside it, trying to catch my breath as quietly as possible.
I keep my head down and try to draw as little attention as I can.
Where am I going to go now?
The school is the place I really know my way to from here. Vaguely know my way from here.
It's good enough.
I make my way towards where I think the school is, from memory.
After making multiple wrong turns and the decision never to trust my memory again, I see my school.
There it is.
I feel myself fill with relief.
I go up to the front of it, and turn left, starting my journey home.
I probably could've started walking home a couple of blocks ago, seeing as this was my neighborhood, but I had heart set on proving I could walk here from memory.
It's an ego problem.
I walk up to my house and feel my mood sour.
I was in such a hurry to go home I forgot how I'm living.
I open the, as always, unlocked door, locking it behind me, as I go into the space I've home.
My mom sits in the living room, with a drink in her hand, not even turning as I enter the house after months of being absent.
What was I excepting?
Ever since my father broke my mom, she's completely abandoned her duties as a mother and now instead sits on the couch doing drugs, or drinking alcohol. Sometimes, she goes out and I don't see her for weeks.
It's the reason why I can't forgive my father, the reason I hide in that dumb school, and the reason I refuse to be the victim, like my mother is now.
I head upstairs, needing to clear my mind.
I used to not care what she did, before I was kidnapped I really didn't care what that woman did with her life, but now for some reason I can't help but feel hurt, like when I was 10 and she had told me she didn't want to deal with me.
The reason I was in such a hurry home wasn't because I wanted to get away from Ryder, no, I wanted to see how my mom would react after not seeing me for months.
I have no reason to feel disappointed. I shouldn't have never excepted her to do anything, at all.
I open the door to my room and slam it closed.
I go to my bed and lay back in it, staring at the ceiling.
...I kind of miss Ryder.
He, at the very least, showed me affection.
And now thinking about it, I guess that's all I've ever wanted.
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6/10/18
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