Chapter 26: A Way Out

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I woke up the next day.

Should I apologize?

Definitely not, my head screamed.

My head was right he had no reason to treat me like if I was a ragged doll.

What could I do?

I walked over to the balcony frustrated and looked down thinking about what would I do about life and my husband ...

The balcony had a way in which I could climb down...

I looked over at the trees, I could run...

I imagined it in my head and knew I would end on the other side of the gates...

The front gates had security guards, but no one protected the ends... Maybe they thought it wasn't needed...

 Maybe they thought it wasn't needed

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I had my brain forming something...

I went back in...

I went over to grab my phone but realized I didn't have any of my friends number...

Fuck.

I groaned, I needed to talk. I would die if I kept getting bored!

I quickly texted Oliver.

Hey Oliver, can you pass me Alisson's number? And if you got the others can you send them as well?... Scarlett.

I started cleaning and after a while I heard a beep sound.

I rushed to it.

Sorry kid but I only got Alisson's. I had my phone get damaged, so I lost the others... Oliver.

I saved Alisson's number and texted a quick thanks to Oliver.

Hey, Alisson, its Scarlett!

I waited a few minutes till I received a new message.

Hey how was your wedding night did you moan or not? 😉😉😉 .. Alisson.

I felt myself feel embarrassed.

😒😒😒When can we meet? ... Scarlett.

Are you sharing details😋? We can meet today girl, tomorrow I got a flight to Germany. I got to go do a few designs.... Alisson

Damn. Why couldn't I be free?

I sighed.

Where?... Scarlett.

My parents house at 4, don't be late... Alisson.

I shut my phone.

I looked down and I saw it was 3.

I had to hurry I took a quick shower and decided to climb down, run and jump over the gates.

I had to start practicing... Maybe I could do racing again.

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