The Cunning (Book 1/2)

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Patience was something Madison had plenty of. She waited. She waited until there was no sound in the house for a good fifteen minutes before sliding the draw open quietly and scooping out the bobby pins. After peeling the plastic coating off, she jammed them in the keyhole - a skill her dad had taught her that she never thought she’d have to put to use.

“Bingo,” she whispered to herself as the comforting click echoed through her body, like music to her ears. The excitement was practically bursting out of her veins. The door opened softly and she poked her head out, shaking with apprehension that settled slightly when she confirmed no one was stood guarding the hallway and there was no noise coming from downstairs.

For a second, she contemplated letting the other girls out, but it was too much of a risk wasting time. She’d report the house as soon as she was free of it. Not sparing another second, she ran downstairs, hunting for shoes and finding her own trainers in the cupboard in the hallway.

“Fuck,” she hissed, discovering the front door was locked when the handle jammed. Of course, it was locked, why would this be easy? After trying the back door as well, she went into the kitchen, pushing on the window but that didn’t budge either. It was another key lock. Sweat started to bead on her forehead as panic set in and her hands clammed up. She hadn’t come this far just to come this far. Taking a deep breath, Madison closed her eyes and tipped her head back before turning to look at the table, pressing her lips together as her focus went to one of the chairs. It wasn’t the stealthiest way out, but it was a way out.

She flinched at the sound of shattering glass as she put a chair through the foggy pane and threw it back down the kitchen floor before climbing up on the counter and out. The grass beneath the window was a cold refreshing damp and she gulped in the crisp night air, refraining from bursting into hysterical laughter. It hadn’t occurred to her that she’d slit the palm of her hand open on the shards of glass jutting out from the window frame. The ecstasy of her success numbing the pain.

The street wasn’t even vaguely familiar, begging the question; how far was she from home? It was well past midnight and she had no money or phone and the surrounding houses looked derelict. Her plan had only taken her as far as getting out of the house, she’d failed to think passed that. Rather than risk anyone coming back and her getting caught, she took off at a sprint. Her legs pumping as her shoes slapped down on the pavement, the cracking sound echoing down the street. The further she was from the house, the better.

Freedom was at her fingertips.

She could taste it.

A smile spread across her face as her lungs burned, a sensation she didn’t think she could have missed.

The relief was short-lived, however.

Trying to box clever and refrain from being out in the open, she slipped into a small alleyway, only to come face to face with Jase, stood at the other end. Initially, he looked confused. Madison only caught a glimpse of his reaction when he clocked that it was her as she darted back out of the alley. The sound of his running pounded in her chest, not daring to look back to see how far away he was.

A scream would have fallen through her lips had he not winded her when he grabbed her from around the waist, swiftly covering her mouth with a gloved hand.

The escape had been viciously ripped away, and the sinking feeling of failure was like a looming cloud, stubbing out any light she’d seen at the end of the tunnel. Jase dragged her into the shadows, keeping a tight grip on her as he held her pressed to his chest, his heartbeat pounding against her shoulder blades. A large group of men walked past, unaware of their presence in the darkness, all carrying weapons.

As soon as the men were out of earshot, Jase shuffled backwards, into a narrow cut through, spinning Madison around and pinning her against the hard wall with force.

“Are you fucking stupid?” he seethed,

“No, I’m persistent,” Madison spat back, only to be met with a disapproving slam of her wrists up against the brick. She winced through gritted teeth, feeling the back of her hands graze.

“You are not special, Bunny. If hurting you is the only way to get through, then I will do it. I let you go once, that was my mistake.”

“Then let me go again, you didn’t see me,” she growled and he rolled his eyes,

“You’re an idiot if you think it’s that simple. We’re not the only people out tonight-” there were hoots and a commotion coming from down the street at the other end of the alley. Jase looked in the direction of the noise and then back to Madison, growled in frustration. “Pull your hoodie up and keep quiet if you want to make it through the rest of the night alive,” he said, his tone lowered. The insinuation of being in even more danger was enough to make Madison bite the bullet and follow his orders.


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Hey! So I think I'm going to post like, maybe one or two more chapters on here and then you can find the rest of the book on Wattpad. That website just suits me better and I prefer writing there so if you have an account, feel free to join me :) x

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