The Love From Vengeance

146 THE ESCAPE

HARRIET’S POV

EARLIER IN THE DAY

I sat handcuffed in the prison infirmary, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. The clinking of metal against metal echoed in the small room as I fidgeted, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. I knew this was my chance, my only shot at freedom.

The guard stationed at the door stood tall and vigilant, his eyes fixed on my every move. I feigned a sudden bout of dizziness, clutching my stomach and groaning in pain. The guard’s brow furrowed in concern as he approached me cautiously, his hand hovering over his radio to call for assistance.

As he leaned in closer to inspect me, I sprang into action. With a swift movement, I kicked the chair out from under me, knocking the guard off balance. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, knocking the radio out of his grasp and sending it clattering to the floor.

In the chaos that ensued, I grabbed the guard’s keys and unlocked my handcuffs with practiced ease. The power coursing through my veins, I sprinted towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The guard recovered quickly, reaching out to grab my arm, but I twisted out of his grasp and made a break for it.

I raced down the narrow corridor, my footsteps echoing off the cold, stone walls. I could hear the shouts of the guards behind me, their heavy boots pounding against the floor as they gave chase. Ignoring the burning pain in my chest, I pushed myself to run faster, my determination unwavering.

The moment I reached a fork in the corridor, I skidded to a halt, my heart beating fast as I tried to remember the layout of the prison. With a split–second decision, I veered to the left, trusting my instincts to lead me to safety. The sound of alarms blared in the distance, signaling my escape to the entire facility.

I emerged into the blinding sunlight, my eyes squinting against the harsh glare. I scanned my surroundings frantically, searching for a way out. Spotting a chain- link fence at the edge of the prison yard, I knew it was now or never.

Summoning the last of my strength, I sprinted towards the fence, my muscles burning with exertion. With a burst of adrenaline–fueled energy, I leaped towards the fence, my fingers grasping the cold metal links as I pulled myself up and over to the other side.

fence with a

give out beneath me from the exertion. Glancing back at the prison yard, I could see the guards converging on my location, their shouts growing louder as they closed

through my body, I forced myself to keep moving. I darted across an open field, my heart pounding in my ears as I searched for cover In the distance, I spotted a dense thicket of trees, their

the sound of pursuit growing louder behind me. The branches scratched at my skin as I pushed my way through the undergrowth, the sound

a small clearing, my chest heaving with exertion as I collapsed to the ground. I could hear the distant sound of barking dogs and shouted orders, knowing that the guards were hot on my trail. Time was of

to my feet, I scanned the clearing for any sign of civilization. In the distance, I spotted a winding dirt road,

and intense force that had fueled my escape began to wane, leaving my body heavy and weary. Every muscle screamed in protest, but I forced myself to keep moving, knowing that stopping now would mean

of hope. With each passing mile, my confidence grew, the

END OF FLASHBACK

MASON’S POV

was really bold and brave to have escaped from prison. Not many men would even do that, and they even

she did it. I couldn’t wait to hear the full story, of how she broke out. It was going to be

way inside the house, my apartment.

something I was definitely not carrying out in New Haven. I only went to the party. And Andre had to ruin my

because

know how I lived with them

could keep the company to themselves, hand it over to Hannah if they wanted. I couldn’t care less.

apartment?” Harriet asked, looking around. I knew she loved where she was. My place of dwelling was a ravishing one, compared to other buildings. Not a mansion