Get Away

Alyssa saw the signs that she was in an abusive relationship, she just chose to ignore them. Now that she has run away with her abusive boyfriend Rey, she realizes that she needs to get away. But how will she do that when he's taken her miles away from home?

Now Alyssa is caught in the middle of a top-secret plan and some interesting people she never knew existed. Her life will never be normal again.
How will Alyssa survive in this new dangerous world she has stumbled into? And who is the stranger who continues to help her? And most importantly, why does he seem so familiar?


(This is my first story so please don't judge it too harshly. I put a lot of effort into this book.)

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8. I can still fix this

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   I had to be sneaky.

   If Rey knew what I was planning he would most definitely try and stop me. I don't even know why he cared so much. With how he treats me you would think I was worth about as much as a piece of lint.  I was sick of being his little play toy. I'm not a Barbie doll. He can't just control everything I do and treat me however he likes.

   I'm far from being Barbie. With my awful jet black hair and dull brown eyes. I may not be huge, but I wasn't as skinny and curvy as a Barbie doll. I use to wish I looked like Barbie, but as I got older I realized that I'm fine just the way I am. I don't need to look perfect to be happy.

   When Rey was asleep, I quietly packed my bags. I didn't have much, so it didn't take me too long and I didn't have to worry about Rey waking up.

 I was afraid. Where was I going to go? What was I going to do? How was I going to explain everything to everyone? These questions flooded my mind. To say I was scared out of my mind would be an understatement.

   "Should I go to the police?" I asked myself. But how could I go to the police? The only person who knew about the abuse was Rey and me, and he would probably deny anything I accuse him of.

   A sudden thought struck me. Maybe I could get him busted! Surely he would still be into the drug-dealing crap. But how? I didn't know where I was. I didn't know where he was. I couldn't just tell the police to come find him when I myself don't even know where he took me.

   What could I do? I needed to get help. Maybe call 911? But isn't that just for emergencies? I could think about it later. Right now I needed to get away.

   I finished packing everything. This was it. I tried to open the door as quietly at I could. I only had my one bag, but it was a big duffel bag. I couldn't just carry it everywhere I went.

   First thing first. I needed to see if the front desk would still be open at this time of night. Maybe I could find out some information about where I was.

   There was a slight breeze blowing my hair wild around me. It was a chilly night for mid-June. When I made it to the lobby area, I noticed that the front desk was indeed closed.

   I threw my bag on the ground in frustration and heard a cracking sound. Hopefully I hadn't broken anything. I checked my bag just in case and found my phone screen completely shattered. The touch screen no longer worked.

   Tears stung my eyes as I realized I had stupidly broken my only way of communication. I had no money. I had no car. And now I had no phone. No wonder Rey beat me. I was a complete idiot.

   I slapped myself after thinking that. Rey had no excuse to do the things he did. I was not going to allow myself to think he had the right to hurt me.

   I wrecked my brain trying to think of some way I could still go through with my plan. Where could I go without money? I had to do something. There was no way I could return to Rey.

   I decided to just start walking. I felt a need to put as much distance between Rey and myself as I possibly could before he woke up. I walked for what seemed like hours before I almost collapsed from exhaustion on a bench.

   The tears fell. The realization and panic finally hit me. My breathing sped up and I was choking on my tears. How stupid could I be? I couldn't blame Rey for anything. This was all my own fault. My fault for staying with him. My fault for letting him take me away from my home. My fault for letting him into my life.

   No. I can still fix this. I can still pull myself back together and get my life back. I can still find my way home. I won't let him win.

   My duffle bag was a substitute for a pillow as I fell asleep on the bench. Sleep gave me relief from the worry. My dreams were sweet, and for the first time in a while, I slept peacefully. 

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