Hillary’s POV
Paris…
The city of love.
That is where Miguel took us. He actually took a broken-hearted woman to the city of love, isn’t that ironic?
Well, it is not his fault, per se, he had not intended to bring us to Paris. When we left New York City, he had made plans to bring us to Canada. He got us out of New York safely, his contacts were legit and they didn’t betray us, we were snuck out on time and we did not encounter any setbacks along the way. For almost two weeks, we did not get attacked by Ariel's boys, it seemed like they had given up on me and we got excited about it because we thought that we have finally escaped them. All the same, we still kept a low profile and stayed in hiding for almost one month. We hid in a secure warehouse that Miguel claimed that it belongs to his family. After one month of peace and quiet, Miguel decided to move us into a more comfortable house. His family also happens to own a house in Canada and he said we would be safe if we stay there, and it would be easier for us to be found. I have no idea what that other part means, but I understand the part where he said we would be safe there.
“I wasn’t born a slave, I know I wasn’t meant to be one, that is why I worked hard day and night, planning my escape. The thought of leaving this place, the thought of being a free woman someday, that is what keeps me going, that is why I am still alive today.” She muttered softly. She told us how she planned every detail of her escape. She had lived with him for eleven years so she knows all about his schedule. She knew he was about to leave for one of his long trips, so she made sure she pissed him off before he left, making him to lock her up in his Cellars before leaving with his boys. She had it all figured out, she had tricked one of the guards into telling her the security code that opens the callers, she even stole one of the security cards that the guards use to unlock every door in the building. The guards could not report to him about the missing card because they knew it would cost them their lives. When nobody came to bring her food for two days, she knew they were gone, so she put her plans into action and took off from that hellhole. She did not only have herself that day, she saved six other girls that were also locked away in his callers. She made away with his money, then she burned down the building to hide every evidence of her escape. She told us how they were so lucky to escape that building, she had heard the stories of some girls that had tried to escape him, and she had seen how cruel he is to those that try to run away. She knows the risk, but she took it anyway and she had escaped with her life saving some other prisoners along the line.
She had learned to defend herself while planning her escape, she is such a strong woman. I have to admit that when I first saw the scars and tattoos on her body, I thought she is one hell of a person, I pictured her as a thug or a hired assassin. Who would have thought that she is just a survivor like us, you would never know that she had been through hell and back, the scars and tattoos are a reminder of her pains and misery. Now I understand why she had refused to come with us when Miguel had told her about his plans. She had used the money she stole from her captor to purchase that building and start up her business, she had been hiding in New York City, lying low to avoid him. I hope she lives a more peaceful life now. I was telling her how much we appreciate her honesty and trust, telling her how I love her like a sister, but Miguel had come in right at that moment and he asked her to follow him claiming that he wants her to help him get some supplies into the house before we can move in. From the look on his face and the grumpy sound of his voice, I can tell that he was pissed off at something or someone, I really can’t say. I don’t even know how long he has been standing there, I hope he didn’t eavesdrop on our conversation, I’m not so sure that Becky wants him to know about her past yet, I don’t know what is going on with them, but I’m sure she will tell him if she wants to or maybe he already knows the truth about her, he has a way of knowing everything he wants to know, I just don’t know how he does it. They both walked out of the warehouse, leaving Avril and I alone.
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