escaping 11
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- Finally, the sound of footsteps and whistling draw near, and it crosses my mind that perhaps it will be a different guard today. I stare up the hall and wait. A figure appears and turn in our direction, black clothed and combat ready. His frame looks familiar. And even from down here, I can see he has black beads instead of eyes.
- I turn on the spot and swipe the elastic from my hair. Shit.It's him. Of all the goddamn guards in this godforsaken compound, I get him. Him. The asshole guard who shot at me. If he recognizes me, I'm dead.
- Shit.
- Wren moves quickly towards me and wraps both arms around my head. Shh, he whispers in my ear before I can resist. He teases my loose hair with his hands as his forehead rests on mine. Inside my chest, my heart hammers uncontrollably, and every muscle spasms with anticipation. What if, what if, what if? I don't know what exactly Wren is doing, but I think he is trying to help me. It isn't in my nature to accept help, but right now I am desperate.
- Black beads blink. The lone bulb overhead flickers as if reminding me to think. Think. Don't just act; don't punch and run, then figure out how to pick up the pieces. No, I say with as much attitude and angst as I can muster. Then I bury my face into Wren's chest the way I have seen Maggie do with Kyle.
- Do I know you?
- Stand up for a second so I can have a look at you
- She said no, all right?
- No
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