Page 36 of Dollhouse

Fuck. I didn’t think about them having an alarm set, no wonder why he didn’t lock the door. They set the alarm. Of course, they did.

I instantly take off running down the stairs and away from the cabin. There’s no telling how long it would take for them to realize that the alarm has been triggered and find me missing. Now’s my chance to escape, and I’m fucking taking it. I’m not staying behind and letting these fuckers trade me like some type of toy. Fuck that.

Learning that I would be alone with Rowen today was a nice surprise. All day I was anxious to make a move toward my freedom, and look how easy it turned out to be!

I don’t know where the fuck I’m going. I’d been blinded when they brought me here and I’ve only been allowed outside a couple of times.

An idea pops into my head, and I run toward the shed where King had the quads parked.

My lungs are on fire, my legs are aching, but I don’t stop running until I reach the shed, and the moment I do, a smile spreads across my lips.

There, in front of me, is King’s black four-wheeler with the fucking key in it!

Jackpot! Today is my lucky day.

I waste no time climbing on and twisting the key to turn it on, pulling the helmet on my head.

Safety first.

I’d never driven one before, not until King showed me how. I hope there’s enough gas to get me the fuck out of here, or at least as far away as possible. I know it’s not likely that I’ll be able to drive this thing all the way into the city an hour away.

I can’t go home. I’m certain they know where I live.

Fuck, I have to get out of the city all together.

Speeding through the woods, I race and turn to dodge everything that’s in my way. I’m giving it as much speed as I can, driving back in the direction of the house. I know from my drive with King that the area behind their cabin leads to nothing. If I want to make it toward the road, I have to go down the driveway, the same way that Eli and King had taken.

Fuck, what if they see me? It’s not likely, but it’s possible. I’m sure they’re far enough away by now, but what if they’re not? It’s a risk I have to take, and I’m too high on adrenaline right now.

My only focus is to get the fuck out of here and fast.

I’m keeping my eyes on the lookout as I come closer to the cabin and speed past it. I look behind me to make sure that Rowen is still inside. The door is opened as I left it and I don’t see him anywhere. With a smirk, I turn my focus back toward the driveway, speeding further and further away from the house.

I can see the road ahead of me. I’m close, so fucking close to getting to the road and one step closer to my freedom.

Perhaps I spoke too soon because I’m just about to reach the road when I see Eli’s black Range Rover flying straight toward me. My heart begins beating so rapidly in my chest that I can hear it pounding. I can no longer hear the roar of the four-wheeler; I can only hear my heart.

Fuck. I am so close.

I’m determined to make it out of here. The pathway to the road is narrow, only big enough for one car. I don’t slow down, I keep driving straight toward Eli, hoping he’ll realize that I’m not slowing down, and he will eventually get the fuck out of my way. But somehow, I doubt that he would stop and get out of my way.

They’re not going to let me go.

He hasn’t stopped. The car is coming right toward me, not slowing down either.

We’re getting closer and closer to hitting each other head-on. My palms are sweaty, and if one of us doesn’t give up, we’re going to crash into each other.

Fuck. I won’t make it. I’m the one to finally give up.

I hit the break and come to a sudden stop with a jolt. I’ve been so focused on the car in front of me that I never realized someone was following behind me.

Rowen.

His strong arms rip the helmet off my head, and he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me back toward the cabin. He doesn’t have a shirt on and I can feel the sweat that’s pouring down his back.

I slap and scratch his back, his grip on my thighs only tightening in response. He’s huffing and puffing, clearly out of breath from running to catch me.

Well, that was a failed attempt at an escape.

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