CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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I slowly opened my eyes, but the light was too intense, so I shut them again and gradually opened one eye at a time until they adjusted to the brightness. As I turned to scan my surroundings, I realized I was in a hospital. Flashbacks come flooding back, and I find myself sobbing uncontrollably.
While I was lost in tears, a thought suddenly struck me: "Where is my baby? Who brought me here? Did Martina find me?" The unanswered questions swirled in my mind, causing me to panic. The machines around me began beeping uncontrollably until the doctors rushed in and sedated me. I slowly calmed down and drifted back to sleep.
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l called Ethan and shared my idea about Hope's Haven. Ethan was proud, feeling that l was finally coming alive again and letting go of my past.
Meanwhile , Alex was hastily packing his clothes. He couldn't bear the thought of going to jail, knowing he would be locked away for killing Ashley. He sat on the bed, reminiscing about the good times in their relationship. He couldn't understand what went wrong, but in his mind, Ashley had become disrespectful, and he was simply teaching her a lesson. Now, he believed she had cowardly died, and he would have to live on the run because of her.
He decides to take a stash of his drugs to calm him down , he nose was now itching . He places the drugs carefully on the table and inhales ...As the drugs took hold, he felt a sense of euphoria wash over him. He leaned back against the wall, a goofy grin spreading across his face. The itching in his nose subsided, replaced by a pleasant tingling sensation.
He gazed blankly at the wall, his mind replaying the events that had led him to this moment. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the dingy room's walls. He doubled over, holding his sides as if his stomach hurt from the sheer absurdity of it all.
"Oh man, oh man," he chuckled to himself, "I did it. I actually did it."
In his drug-induced haze, he forgot about the urgency to escape, forgot about the police, forgot about the consequences. All that mattered was the rush of pleasure coursing through his veins.
As the laughter subsided, he slumped against the wall, a satisfied smirk still plastered on his face. He closed his eyes, letting the drugs carry him away to a place where he was the victor, the master of his own destiny.
But the reprieve was short-lived. As the drugs began to wear off, reality crept back in, and with it, the weight of his actions. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight, panic setting in once more.
"No, no, no," he muttered to himself, scrambling to gather his belongings. "I have to get out of here. Now."
he quickly gathers his belongings and makes a dash for the door. He knrw he had to get out of there before the police arrived. As he burst out of the room, he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. His heart raced as he ran down the stairs and out into the streets.
He didn't dare look back, fearing what he might see. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the path ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. He knew he had to get out of the city, lay low for a while.
As he ran, the streets seemed to blur together. He didn't notice the people passing by, the cars honking. All he could think about was putting as much distance between himself and the scene of the crime.
Finally, he saw a bus stop up ahead. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards it, hoping to catch a ride out of town. As he reached the stop, he saw a bus pulling away. He chased after it, managing to grab the door and haul himself aboard.
Breathless and shaken, he collapsed into a seat, his eyes scanning the other passengers. No one seemed to notice him, too caught up in their own worlds. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing he'd made it out. For now.
But as the bus rumbled on, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was far from safe. The police would be looking for him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up.
He glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone on the bus was watching him. That's when he saw her - a woman sitting across from him, her eyes fixed on him with a curious expression.
He felt a jolt of unease, wondering if she'd recognized him from somewhere. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something unexpected - a glimmer of understanding.
"Where are you headed?" she asked softly.
He hesitates, unsure how much to reveal. But something about her kind expression put him at ease.
"Away from here," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded sympathetically
"I know the feeling."
And with that, the two strangers sat in silence, bound together by their desire to escape their pasts.
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