My mind skipped to the upcoming birthday bash. No doubt, there’d be a lot for people. The Jenson family was well known all over the world as I learnt from my stay here. They had a lot of connections, a lot of friends, family friends, cousins, sisters, uncles, aunts, granddaughters, grandsons, grandmothers, grandfathers. It was a huge family. Plus, the people they had professional connections with.
Roughly saying, I’d expect a little over five hundred people present at my birthday, I meant Juliet’s birthday. Whatever, it was the same day anyway!
I gasped. Five hundred people?! Holy cow. Would they even find a hall big enough to fit all those people in.
But still even if they lessen two hundred or something people, it was still a huge party of people. Even with Heather by my side to prevent anything from going wrong, there was still a slim to no chance of everything going fine.
There were five hundred people. What was the possibility that one of them wouldn’t ask something to which I’d make a slip-up? Gosh, I was looking into it too mathematically.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down but it didn’t seem to work. My mind was still a jumbled mess of many thoughts. I was sure my brain was going to burst quite literally with all these thoughts swarming in my head like bees.
I stood up and paced in front of the bench. It was getting a little dark. I didn’t want to go back to the mansion. What if I was never able to get out of there? Would it later on be my luxurious prison?
I glanced in the direction of the park’s entrance. The bodyguard was leaning against the entrance gate, looking everywhere but me. But I knew he was paying attention to me and making sure I didn’t run away. He was probably following Charlotte’s instructions.
What if I did run away? I could go back to my previous life. They would let go of Olivia and then we’d be back to our normal lives. Even if they questioned her and asked about my location, they’d find out everything about me. That I was not the real daughter. That I was just a commoner who studied in a local university and worked at a small café to pay off the rent for her two room apartment in a crowded neighborhood.
I looked back at the bodyguard just in time to see him look away from me. Honestly, that scared me. It felt as if I would never be free. It felt as if they would lock me up in their mansion and never let me go out again. I would forever be trapped in that golden cage. And I didn’t want that. I wanted to be free, just like a bird who was free to fly the world if it wanted to.
I took a step back while observing the bodyguard. He looked a little suspicious.
I took another step back and his eyes fixed on me. He looked at me confusedly.
I took several steps away from him and he straightened himself up. He started walking slowly towards me. That was when I knew that if I didn’t take this chance, I would never be able to get out.
I turned around and ran in the opposite direction. The park was huge. There were no longer any people lingering around with their kids. The park had two entrances. Both were diametrically opposite to each other. I started running faster when I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I wanted to get away from this. I wanted to get away from the bodyguard.
I kept on running until I managed to get out of the park. Once outside, I looked both sides to decide where to head off to next.
I was confused. Where exactly was I anyways? What if I wandered off in the wrong direction and lost myself in the city? What if I never found my way back. I didn’t even have any money on me right now.
Worse of all, Olivia would be so mad at me that I left her there all alone. I couldn’t do that to her. I was her best friend. What kind of best friend would run away and leave their friend alone in that golden cage? The bad kind obviously. And I didn’t plan to be the bad kind of best friend.
I should just go back to the mansion and plan an escape from there with Olivia. But then I remembered that Olivia liked there way too much than she should. She would never want to leave.
Then I remembered Heather. I internally smacked myself. What the heck was I about to do? Run away when Heather could clearly find me in less than a day? It wouldn’t be that hard considering she basically knew where to find me. At the café, or my house or the university.
And then when she’d find me, she’d crush me like I was a freaking cockroach for ever even thinking of running away. I didn’t want to face her wrath. I’d rather spend my whole life in that mansion then ever face her fury.
I sighed. I had to go back. No choice.
That was when a van pulled right in front of me. Its tires barely missed my feet and I stared at it a little too long.
Suddenly the van door slid open loudly and I screamed as I saw a scary guy grab me by my arm and pull me into the van. I was roughly thrown onto a nice leather seat. I did not get a good look at his face but he was huge and bulky, his arms the size of my head. Panic gripped my heart.
I turned back to break out in a run but the door slammed shut, engulfing me in complete darkness.
I experienced a sense of déjà vu. No way.
Did I just get kidnapped again?