Chapter one
I never used to believe it, but you really are one decision away from changing your life.
I am proof of that.
My hands shake as I grab piles of clothes from the drawers. I don't even look at what they are. I don't care.
I just need to get out of here. Now.
I need to leave before they start asking all the wrong questions.
Because there's a lot I've done wrong in my life... but getting them involved in my mess is something I could never forgive myself for.
I zip up my suitcase clumsily, not even closing it all the way.
Slinging it off the bed, I do what I do best.
I run.
I just hope I never look back.
Present Day ~
I pull my suitcase along behind me, feeling my breathing pick up rapidly. A start of a panic attack is a familiar feeling to me. I'm no stranger to anxiety that's for sure.
But I don't have time for that right now.
slow down.
This is a new me. Not the old, constantly stressed version.
This is Fox
strong. confident. independent.
Fox Black.
I glance up seeing a blonde woman waving at me. The complete opposite to me and my jet-black hair.
Angela is her name, from what i gathered from our texts.
She's gorgeous. Around the same age as me. Maybe twenty-two. The smile that fills her face surprises me which admittedly is a little judgy of me, but old habits die hard.
I try to smile back, hoping I don't look like I'm absolutely shitting bricks.
Seems it did the trick, because she doesn't miss a beat.
"Fox? I was starting to think this would be like 4th grade all over again when I got stood up by some guy I didn't even like. I just said yes to a date and took pity on him yknow?"
I freeze not expecting a life story. But I recover, quickly racking my mind for something to say.
"Oh..yea, I get that. Kinda happened to me every time my dad was supposed to pick me up on the weekends but just...never did".
I tense as soon as the words leave my mouth, realising how depressing that could sound.
But surprisingly she laughs.
Like really laughs.
Maybe because she's someone who pity's easily, who knows.
Either way I'm grateful. It cut through the awkward first encounter.
she takes my suitcase from me wheeling it behind her while she talks a mile a minute.
I follow her, studying her slightly.
Something I've started to do lately, I find it's the easiest way to learn skills I want to develop.
Like confidence, beauty, how to present myself.
When we get to the car, which is definitely not an uber. Must be some kind of personal driver. I get in the back listening to Angela speak so much that she barely has space to breathe.
I glance beside me out the window.
And freeze.
A tall man walks down the sidewalk.
Awfully familiar.
A Face I could never forget.
The no way it's him.
No way he'd be in the exact same country I flew to at the exact same time...
I turn my face away just before he looks in my direction.
I must be being paranoid, it wouldn't be the first time.
My nails dig into my thighs, but I barely feel it. My whole body is tensed tight.
I have to play this smart.
One wrong move.
One wrong word
And I'm done.
A/N ~ Who do you guys think she saw? 😼
