“We don’t have much time, Ilana. Let’s get out of here.” He drew my hand out of the shed.
We sneaked out of the place where I was caged. Reno guided me to safe spots. The lights on the ceiling sent a dim beam to the area below. It helped us enough to run away. In no time, we had reached the road where a cab had been waiting for us.
I never expected that I could run this far without pausing, even a second. It might be my desire to live longer or remembrance about my mother which had transferred huge energy to me so that my power was recharged.
Reno opened the door for me and I got inside in anxiety. My look was not even better than a homeless. My reddish face, messy hair, watery eyes and nose, wounded lips, and blistered arms proved that I had just gone through extremely bad things.
The driver stole a glance from the rearview mirror. His eyes depicted misery rather than curiosity. My jawline stretched forming a tiny smile, signaling that I was alright. And it sufficed to switch his focus. It was only the road ahead he was watching.