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I felt so free as I rolled the windows down and placed my arm on the door-frame, feeling the warm air against my skin. I'm dropping the car about a mile from the airport, then walking the rest of the way to the beach.

It's been six months that I've been living on a beach because I know that he wouldn't look for me on a beach. Years and years of broken dreams and bones, I should have left long ago but I didn't and now I have to rebuild my life. Damn No, Damn him for making me fall for him.

Okay, I've ditched the car. What's next Es, think! I took a deep breath and steadied my hands against the sink. I've thought this through and he will never find me. I need to calm down.

We're still in the same state but not for long. I can't wait to meet up with Alec in Miami, I'm so thankful Hunter doesn't have any idea of his existence. I've tried to meet him in person but it never worked since I was always kept away from the outside world. It was also a problem to see my best friend, Ro, we only had a lot of phone calls and I dare not speak what had been happening to me to her. Alec and I kept in touch a lot, though he stopped selling my stuff to me because he wanted to start a life. He is the only thing that kept me sane, him and his wife Sophia. Yes, he got married, quite shocking though.

They said I'm welcome to stay with them. I didn't want to at first because they could be in danger but they were adamant about it. I can't wait to feel the salt in the air as It whirls around me, but for now, I need to disguise myself. I would say I was taking things to extreme paranoid measures but my husband is a powerful man with a lot of connections.

I pulled the bottle from the box, violently throwing the featherweight cardboard against the wooden floor. The dull sound it made as it tapped against the floors didn't match the anger I felt inside but it reminded me of the quiet sanctuary I'm in. Alone and safe.

Now for my most drastic change, pitch-black hair. I mixed up the chemicals and shook them in the bottle before hastily pouring the contents into a bowl, I could do it. He's taken so much from me, at least looking different would be a good chance. I brought a few wigs too, so those will do too.

I take a paintbrush and begin to layer my hair bit by bit till it is totally covered with the dye then I dry it. After a few minutes, I wash my now black hair with the shampoo that came with the dye and allow it to air dry.

My flight leaves in two hours, by now he knows I'm gone but it's a risk I have to take. I would have rented a car but to do that I need an id and that leaves a paper trail, so booking a flight to Texas and hitchhiking to Florida seems like the most logical thing to do in my crazy mess of a life.

I sat on the floor and cried, just cried until there were no tears left... and then I picked myself up and threw on a ball cap over my black hair and slide some black leggings and a hoodie on before heading out the door, leaving my entire life behind.

Carrying everything I own now, which fits in one book-bag, I don't have time to wait for luggage just in case he's there and if I need to run, I need to do it quickly.

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well, well, well, the princess seems to be going deeper into the woods. Sorry for the short chapter, I promise to make up for it😁😁