day 4
Was out running errands all day so did not get to write at all yesterday. But I got some of the plot points lined up in my head, so at least, I know where I am going from here.
Skye knew she was losing time and in a final desperate attempt, she clutched the bars of the cell.
"Take me with you, then! If you can't stay, then let me come with you as well!" She watched him hesitate for a moment and added hoarsely, "Please!"
He shook his head in silent exasperation and she suddenly felt like a 7 year old child again, who knew no better.
"Where I am going, there won't be any use of you. You'll be safer with Mother and I'll actually be able to work without having to worry about what you might be up to."
Something like bitterness settled inside her at his words and she tried and failed to reign in the old yet familiar resentment inside her.
But, of course. Whatever made his life more convenient.
Skye paused at the fence, her overworked limbs threatening to give up as she pulled in some much-needed breaths. The adrenaline coursing through her veins insisted that she keep moving, but her legs were rooted to the spot as she stole a glance back at the building, hidden almost entirely by the darkness and the looming trees. Still, she could see the balcony they had escaped through; could recognize the window of the room they had locked her in.
Voices called out to each other in the dark, and she could hear them moving through the woods, frantic in their search for them.
Any moment now, they would find her standing at the doorway of her escape, shaking like the scared little girl she very much felt like.
“What are you doing?” Mel’s high whisper reached her, and she turned around to find her standing on the other side, her body ready to flee into the darkness at a moment’s notice.
She had waited for her, Skye realized. She had come back to look for her.
“Do you want to die? Is that it?” The question broke her out of her trance. She glanced back at the building one final time, at the darkness hiding their enemies who would be closing in on them in a minute now.
Enemies, she reminded herself. They were her enemies now.
“No, I don’t.”
Mel seemed to catch something in her voice. Her previous fury was replaced with understanding as she came up to her and took her hand.
“Then let’s go.”
This time, she did not hesitate. She ran.
"I'm sorry, were you stalking me?"
"What? No!" She looked aghast at the accusation, "I merely followed wherever you went without letting you know it was because of you."
"That's literally what stalking means!"
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