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realised they were going to find me no matter what.
The thought frightened me because Amos would be furious at me, he would do anything to get me back because once he has chosen he can't choose again. And just like all the other men, he needs a male son, no matter what.

I sat on the floor to think for a moment, if I really wanted I could just end it all now and jump off the cliff but yet again do I have something to live for? I started to think, well it would be a lot easier because I will never have a normal life as they would track me till the day I die and that would be awful as I wouldn't be able to run all my life away from him. I want a family, a normal job, a nice pretty house and well a life I can't have. A normal one.


The days were long and brutal, I booked into cheap hotels, drank coffee all night incase I had to leave, I wasn't eating properly. It had only been one month. They followed me everywhere, London, Paris, Japan, and now I was in New York. The small room barely had space for the single bed and a bedside desk with an old flickering lamp. The walls were yellowing, the wall paper peeling and a damp black spot above my head was dripping. This was only five dollars a night so it wasn't going to be five stars well more like no stars.

I sat on the bed, a million thoughts were running through my head, the sound of the cars and the busy street overwhelmed the quiet knocking upon my door, I quietly got off the bed and started walking to the door. I couldn't sense them so I guess it couldn't be them, or could it?

I stepped on a block and peeked through the hole, it was a young girl.

I opened the door, she only appeared to be around eight or nine years of age, she had dark chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes and caramel skin, her hair was in pigtails and she was holding an old stuffed bear.

"Hey sweetie, whats wrong?" she looked at me and didn't say a word. I crouched down to her height, she was tall for her age so I didn't have to kneel much. Again I said,"Sweetie, whats wrong?" Concern and worry was beginning to show in my voice. Sh took my hand and began to lead me away from the safety of my room, her hand was warm and almost as big as my small hands. She led me around the dirty corridoors that were almost the colour black till we got to room thirteen.
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