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Chapter 7
As we walked down the hallway, the guards stood by each cell but unfazed by the fact the both me and Tom were leaving. I looked at one of their faces, wondering what was wrong with them.
"I mind manipulate people. They won't attack us again, I used compulsion so they won't be able to." Vic explained.
"Oh." It was all I could say.
We passed my room and I walked in and grabbed my bags and personal items from the room I was staying in whilst I was being tortured. As I packed the very few things I had owned, I had a moment of realization. Tom and I were free, we would never be trapped in this place again or face that idiot, who caused the scars on my body to remain for a long period of time. I sighed with happiness as Vic walked into my room.
"Tom's getting his stuff together and then we can get out of this hell hole." Vic informed me.
I nodded "Thanks."
"Anytime." He said as I felt his gaze staring at my face. "Ivy I-"
Vic stopped mid-sentence and I turned to see Tom leaning against the doorjamb, waiting patiently.
"Ready to go?" Tom said, his turquoise eyes staring straight into mine.
I had always like Tom's eyes, it had always reminded me of the ocean, beautiful and intense. I remembered how much I loved going to the beach when I was a kid but after my parents abandoned me, I refused to go anywhere that would remind me of my family. We walked down the corridor and was about to leave this place once and for all. Tom gently took my small gloved hand and placed it into his own and gave it a small squeeze. I could tell he was anticipated by the freedom we would be granted as soon as we would walk out of here forever.
As we stepped out of the door the sun burned my eyes, I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the light. It had been a while since I had actually seen the sun, for months I was trapped in a cell where I couldn't hide or escape. I followed Vic, without looking at the environment surrounding me. I was scared that if I looked at where I was, the location would haunt me forever, just like the way that stupid bastard had me screaming through my nightmares, because of the ways he would slowly and painfully torture me.
The next thing I knew was that we were at the airport, ready to go to America. Well specifically in Colorado since Vic explained that his family were eager to meet me. I observed the environment and people that surrounded me. There were people departing from their loved ones as they cried and stayed in their embrace for as long as they could; there were families excited to see their children return home to them and there were tourists who came to explore the new country they were in and ready to proceed in a long journey of discovery and amazement. Whereas I was about to be freed, like a bird being let out of the cage, they had trapped me for what seems like forever, I was a bird ready to stretch my wings and fly away and feel the sense of freedom buzzing through me.
"What are you smiling about?" Vic whispered in my ear. I realised I must have looked like a complete retard in front of everyone, just smiling for no apparent reason, especially in front of my drop dead gorgeous soulfinder.
"Oh you know, the fact that I'm free from that bastard and that I've found you." I replied as I turned around to meet his steely, dark eyes.
"You're happy that you found me?" He said, it was a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.
"Of course." I shrugged. "Your my golden ticket to freedom, if it wasn't for you I would be getting out of there after a few more days, which would have been hell." I said rather cockily.
"So you just used me as a means to an end?" He smiled with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep, sorry mate. You gotta do what you gotta do, right? No offense or anything." I said smiling at the thought of how this conversation was going.
"Oh none taken, but keep this in mind, mate. I'll be using you as a means to an end when you're not expecting it." He winked at me.
"Oh great, I'm so looking forward to it." I replied.
We heard the announcement that our flight will be ready to board now. I looked round for Tom and found him chatting to some blonde haired girl, who was giggling at whatever he was saying. This annoyed me for some weird reason as I walked up to them as gently tugged Tom away from the blue eyed blonde girl.
"What?" Tom said as he caught up with me. "Jealous?" He smirked.
I almost faltered, realising that this may be true but shook the thought out of my mind before I had the chance to analyse it.
"No, I just don't want you talking to strangers, Tom." I said rather sharply, which surprised me.
Tom sighed. "Yes mother, I'm sorry."
"Oh shut up!" I laughed.
He laughed along with me, up until we found Vic.
"What's so funny?" Vic asked.
"Tom just being Tom." I explained.
Vic nodded as if he understood and Tom stood beside me holding my hand as we gave in our boarding passes, which Vic checked out. He explained that he and his colleagues sorted our passports and stuff so that we will be officially live in America from now on. Tom and I just went along with whatever, since we were both desperate to run away and we both would have preferred to settle somewhere rather than be on the run for the rest of our lives from enemies and the law.
We settled in our seats, ready for the long journey ahead, anticipating for what was to come. I listened to the very boring hostess instructing us to do what we were told so that we would have a safe flight or whatever shit she was telling us. I honestly couldn't give a damn about having a safer flight and preventing harm by putting on a pathetic seat belt, I was very tempted not to do so but Vic gave me a look that made me want to challenge him but I was so tired I didn't put up a fight and did what the hostess said. I had been through much more than this, so I didn't care but I did it anyway just to please Vic and the hostess. I looked out the window as we ascended into the air and looked at the clouds that appeared beneath the plane. I sighed with content as I had dreamed about freedom for so long, I didn't think this was real but it is. I was free, I was like a bird flying through the air, flying with that sense of freedom that I will always treasure…
