Page 21 of Obsessive Revenge
The shaking in her hand had increased in the time she’d been standing, and she could barely get the door handle to turn. Maya mostly expected it to be locked, but by some miracle, it wasn't.
When the door swung open, she tumbled through it, almost losing her balance and winding up flat on her face on the floor.
But it didn't matter.
If she fell, she’d get back up.
For the first time in years, she actually stood a chance.
Freedom felt within her grasp.
So she started running. Well, stumbling would probably be a more accurate term. Her weak body was a little difficult to control, but she wasn't stopping. She was going to keep moving, keep fighting, until she was either free or dead.
Those were the only two options Maya was willing to accept.
Hallway after hallway she ran down. Turning corners at random, praying for a way out, stairs, or a door leading outside. There had to be a way out of this house because she remembered being carried inside it.
Lost.
With no idea where she was going and a seemingly endless supply of corridors that zigged and zagged all over the place, Maya felt that rush of hope begin to fade. Of course, she wasn't getting out. Maybe there was no way out, maybe it had beenboarded up after they put her inside, and they just wanted to watch her try to escape.
Another test maybe, one she had failed.
Should have stayed locked inside her mind, where it was safe. Coming out was dangerous because it opened her back up to the very pain she’d first tried to hide from.
A sob built in her chest, but before it could burst free, she saw him.
Him.
The man who kept touching her gently, who kept telling her that he wasn't going to hurt her, and that she was safe now. Just because he hadn't hurt her so far didn't mean he wasn't planning on it. After all, he’d taken her there against her will and kept her drugged unconscious. For all she knew, he and his friends had been playing with her body the entire time she’d been out.
He was behind her, blocking her if she tried to backtrack, and it seemed she’d found a dead end, because the only thing ahead of her was a window.
A window.
A way out.
If she was even a single floor off the ground, she might not survive the fall, definitely wouldn't without injury, if nothing else, the glass would cut her to shreds, but it was better than the alternative.
Without a second thought, Maya chose death over capture and ran for the window.
Chapter
Six
February 24th
7:35 A.M.
If he didn't have enhanced speed, Thunder knew he wouldn't have made it to her before she threw herself out the window.
Much as he hated that she kept picking death over listening to what he was saying to her, he was proud of her for fighting, even though she had every reason in the world to give up.
Which is what he thought she’d done when he first found her. That emptiness in her eyes had convinced him that they were rescuing nothing more than a body with a mind that could no longer be reached, but she’d gone and proved him wrong at every turn.
Like right now.
Darting down the hall, Thunder reached the window at the same time she did, wrapped his arms around her body, and drew her close against his chest.
