ROSETTE

  What had I just done?

    My husband lay there, his blood all over the expensive carpet. His unmoving body made it quite clear that he was unconscious if not dead. The grin on my face faltered as soon as I realized what had occurred between us in the few minutes that passed.

                I killed him.

                I'm a murderer.

     It hadn't been part of the plan and honestly, I didn't know why I did it. I hadn't expected things to go this far but there was no turning back. Quickly, I put the gun in the drawer of his desk and scrambled out of the room, hoping the maids had ignored the blaring sound of the gun.

       Maybe they took it as their boss killing one of his captives.

                     Maybe.

      I rushed into my room, shutting the door behind me and began pacing around the room. The nervousness and fear finally kicked in as the adrenaline washed off.

    What if his men found out it was me and killed me?

           What if he wakes up?

      My pacing halted as that thought crossed my mind and I started shivering in fear.

        Could that possibly happen?

    
      He would surely torture me to death.

    
         Or maybe I could run away.

     The solution finally presented itself. Running away was an option that would get me out of the mess I was in and they would never find me.

              But to where?

              And with what money?

   
    Anxious and confused, I went through the few telephone numbers I had crammed in my head. Hopefully, I could find someone who would help me get out of the mess I had gotten myself into. But then,

              I had nobody.

              No friends, no family.

    My aunt would probably want nothing to do with me since she probably knew of my connection with the mafia and I would rather stay here and be killed than go back to the piece of shit that called himself my father.
 
                What now?

     Slumping onto the nearest chair, my hand immediately went to my temple and furiously rubbed against it in stress.

         Or maybe I should just run and see where it takes me.

                    Fuck it.

   With that conclusion, I started packing the few clothes I could and some necessities and got ready to leave. Putting back the mask of coldness and a serious expression on my face, I went down the stairs.

      To my surprise, no one asked me any questions on my way out and even the guards let me pick out a car and leave the premises. They only bowed at me with respect and closed the gate after me. It was quite strange that Elijah's security wouldn't be suspicious of my leaving  the mansion but I took it as sheer luck and made my way far from the premises.

....

 
    All the driving I had observed my aunt do payed off for I got around the road quite smoothly without crashing. The music blasted through the radio as the convertable I was in rode sleekly out of the city.

        I had to get far away from the horrors I had been through.

     The wad of money I had stolen from my husband before fleeing was enough to get me through some months and maybe a few more days until I had to get a job somewhere. At the moment, I had chosen to drive to Texas or maybe Manhattan to start a fresh and escape my past.

       I would finally get a happy ever after.

I don't really like this chapter but I promise to edit it soon. I can't believe she finally escaped. It's like it was her fate. Please drop in a comment to tell me what you think about the turn of events or vote or even share the story with others. Happy reading 💋