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Her Savior

Chapter 3 A wanted life

Word Count: 1128    |    Released on: 09/06/2021

fucking killed my husband." She said to herself in frustration while taking another sip

and retrieved her money from the public locker. She took off her oversize denim jacket and boots and put her ca

managed to carry the bag and put on her disguise while her arm was

f a steaming hot cup of coffee and pie of the day. The waiter glanced at her cast and her battered face, yet she said

a very streak difference from her previous light blonde color hair. Then she puts on the da

nown businessman Benjamin Turner. His body was found yesterday, the news anchor stated that he was murdered. A

she shed earlier were nothing compare to that exact moment where she was alo

f, a wanted person, wanted for th

down she knows that all was not her fault and that she was the victim. That her

the news on a low volume, she was truly tire

om the pain. Not remembering that she was in another bed alone, without her

she had dreamt the day she would be free of her abusive marriage. But when the time came, she

disguise her bruises and put her hair down to cover her bruised neck and shoul

getaway car from the monthly paid parking lot, and carry on to several othe

chosen this town randomly when she had to browse for her getaway destination mon

ere neighbors would talk. She needed her p

, that exact city was w

dinner. She couldn't find her car at the parking lot, where she had locked

nds later she was taking a taxi to the motel, knowing she had her receipt and mote

ollars in her pocket, she closed her room door slowly, as she suddenly lost the

e bed hoping that she would still be

With all her insecurities creeping up behind her, she was

her a couple of stairs down just because he said she was blocking his path. She had broken more

let him kill me. Maybe he was right, m

his words, even in her dreams, he

r cheeks were wet with fresh tears. She was holding her naked

s. I don't think I'm stron

ate that afternoon with the ringing sound of her motel ph

have just begun. This is the

ing her, tormenting her, ridiculed h

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