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SNEAK READ Chapter One Breaking Free
Page One
Run
Mia run – you can do it! Talking to herself – urging
herself on! – She was her own coach
yelling from the sidelines!
Would her terrified brain
connect so that surging adrenalin could charge through her body giving a desired
rush of super-human strength? Would her legs get that essential blast to speed them
on with a power beyond her fragile ability?
Unable to resist one
last backwards glance – she swiveled around for a quick look at her home
for the last seventeen years. No lights thank goodness –, her heart pounded
with dread yet glee – she’d done it, she had broken the bondage and was fleeing
away from their controlling authority – but not for long – unless she hurried!
Thankfully in the last hour rain fell— muting any sounds of
her sneaking departure. She had quietly closed the back door behind her, not wanting
to leave any immediate clue of something abnormal.
Wet clothes and cap with rivers of water dripping down her face, she felt entirely
liberated for the first time in her life. Run, she reminded herself again stumbling and almost falling, before righting herself and taking off harder. Faster and faster – pretending a savage dog was hot on her heels she fled. Her shoulders began to ache from the heavy pack jogging up and down; pounding against her back. It wasn’t allowed to slow her – no matter the cost. Two blocks away from these Islamic family streets was all she needed and then she’d be safe. Safe to catch the taxi booked the night before under her new name, and to a different address.
She had planned this
for three months and planned it well. Right down to not leaving her hijab
behind. It lay screwed up in her jeans pocket. Jean’s, the fantastic clothing
all young people wore. Her stepmother would have scrutinized her through
narrowed eyes if she’d seen them, then gone off on a barrage of humiliation
about how –, no respectable Muslim girl dressed like that.
