Chapter 42: Chapter 83

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I paused, turning my head back to look at her, >

She shifted nervously before saying, >

I felt bile rise and I swallowed thickly to keep it down. > Confusion and surprise swept through her features, making me laugh.

> As I reached the door, I felt myself gritting my teeth as her voice called out one last time.

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I felt my body numb as I turned back to face her, >

I pointedly looked between her and Sampson, making the two pale dramatically. With one last signature smirk, I had known I had made my mark. And with that on my mind, I quickly left the station.

I took a few deep breaths when I got outside, before entering the car. I immediately noticed the black duffel bag in the car, as when as the elderly driver I had.

> His eyes crinkled at the edges, and I found myself smiling and nodding.

And for the first time in a long time, I could feel myself relax. That is, until I remembered what I had done, and how I desperately needed to get out of this place once and for all.

I felt myself lose my breath as we pulled away from the station, and against my better judgment, I let myself look back through the glass and at the police station. Maybe in some sick way, I was hoping to see them one last time. I just wanted to see him one last time.

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My mother's voice rang through my head, and I closed my eyes immediately. I couldn't bear to handle any of this any longer. That's why I was leaving, right?

No, you're running away.

I heard his voice so perfectly, and I felt myself jump as stiffen as I looked around the small car. Shaking my head, I attempted to calm myself down as the driver continued to maneuver around the traffic, and take me further away from the city- The city that had once been my home.

> the driver announced, >

I nodded my head, before glancing down at the black duffel. I knew it was for me, but something about it made me nervous. With shaking hands, I lifted the bag up, and slowly unzipped it. After opening it, I revealed a pair of clothes, my passport, a bottle of water, and a shit ton of cash.

The driver must have known I was looking at it, because he said, >

I faked a smile, « Oh the luxuries of making a deal with the police. >>

The old man laughed, not catching onto the bitter resentment in my tone. >

He sighed in response, «>

My heart skipped a beat as his eyes met mine through the rearview mirror.

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But was I really?

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I thanked the man as much as I could after he dropped me off, and as I turned away, I heard him call out for me.

> I asked, trying to hold in my smile as he held up the three thousand pound tip I had left him.

He looked at the money, then back at me, his mouth wide open as he struggled to find any words.

> I said softly, but loudly enough for him to hear. >

As I entered the airport, I heard him cry out, > The woman asked, looking nervous.

> I said, watching her carefully.

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I smirked, before nodding. >

She quickly had my ticket printed out and in my hand.

I stared at the name again, before being escorted past security and into the terminal where I would be for the next hour.

America.

I guess the saying, «> really applies to my life right now. I had never left England, and to be honest, I didn't know much about America. Every bit of my life was in London, but that was just something I was going to have to forget.

> I said, moving my bag before shooting her a quick smile. She grinned back before sitting down and letting out a long sigh.

« If you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened to you? » Her eyes widened a bit, as though she surprised herself with her own words.

I couldn't help but laugh. The girl was straightforward, and I liked that. >

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She nodded at my vague answer, >

I shook my head in response, while her eyes widened. >

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