Accidental Fate

Alice's life was nothing close to perfect. During her early teen years her heart had ben broken by none other than Harry Styles. Once her best friend/crush auditioned for the X-factor neither of their lives would ever be the same. Would fate mend their broken hearts back together or were they simply not meant to be?


29. The Plan

Kim's POV:
Well my hopefully last beating is over, painful, as usual. But im use to the pain, not its became normal to feel pain in my life. Alright feeding time, the gross meal that you don't know what it is, as usual. I think it might be week old soup? or meat? Well all I see is mushy gunk.  Time for my plan, lets hope this works, if not im a dead woman.

"FIIIIIIIRRRRE!" I screamed. The room broke out into a mad panic as they noticed the wooden table on fire. Yep I had smuggled a lighter from the supplies room when I was getting a mop to clean the bathrooms, they were rather nasty! I looked back one last time to my home the past 2 years, well I wouldn't call it home, more like hell chamber. There it stood, gross and dirty but now, im flames. I hope the other innocent workers don't die. Well no time to think, I must run. And I busted through the mess hall doors, running down hallways towards the stairs that lead to the main floor. I herd guards screaming terrible things from behind me, but I just kept running. FIANLLY, im on the main floor. Now just to get to the room with the giant red door, then im finally outside for my first time ever, well that I could remember. I was about to open the door when I was grabbed by strong hands, it was Will, my beater. Gilled with anxiety, I turned around  and punched him as hard as I could, causing him to stop in pain. Victoriously, I flung open the doors and stepped out into the real world for the first time In my life I could remember.

Terrified that the mean men would come after me I kept running and running. Finally, after running a good 2 miles and stopped and realized I had no where to go. Scared, I dropped to the ground in tears. The strange people here all spoke words I couldn't understand. Feeling self pity I remained in my spot for hours, crying, not knowing what to do. Running out of tears I lifted my head from my knees to observe my surroundings, unable to understand the words on the large buildings I sank back into my original position and felt the tears begin to pour out of me again. I have no idea what to do, or where to even start.

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