Shy lay on her bed in the fetal position, motionless with tear-stained eyes staring out of her balcony doors without blinking. One of her fists was up to her lips as she held her whimpers and the other clutching her stomach. The sound of her cell phone vibrating on her dresser snapped her out of her daze and she looked at the device moving around on the surface.

She glanced up at the alarm clock on her nightstand next to the bed and it read 9:30 pm. She knew who it was calling her, but she couldn't move. Her legs felt useless and her body quaked whenever she did move. Then, the vibrating stopped.

Suddenly, the door to her bedroom opened and her whole body tensed.

Oh gods, please don't let it be him. She thought to herself as she remained useless on the bed.

She felt someone climb on the bed next to her and place a hand on her shoulder, to which she flinched.

"I'm so sorry." Delia whispered, putting her head on Shy's. "You have to go, Shy. He'll be here soon. You have to get away."

Shy sniffed once. "I'm useless now. He took me." Her voice was low and beaten.

"No, Shy. You're still here. You're here and you are going to leave by yourself. Come on. I'll pack your things, you go take a shower." Delia got up, helping Shy with her. She took her over to the bathroom by her bed and sat her on the toilet seat while she prepared her shower.

Shy, doubled over holding her stomach to stop herself from becoming sick, glanced over at her friend. "Thank you, Delia." She croaked.

Delia looked back at her after starting the shower and half-smiled. "If he loves you, Shy, he'll love you no matter what."

Delia left the bathroom shutting the door behind her. Shy stood up and looked in the mirror that was quickly becoming steamy and pulled her shirt over her head.

Shy and Delia both heard a car enter the grounds quietly and looked at each other. Delia hurried and zipped up her last bag. Shy's hair was wet from the shower and not done like it usually was and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She had no makeup and every dress she had ever owned was thrown on the bed and not packed. She was done with this life, she told herself. She would not go back to being anyone's doll.

She looked at her cell phone to see what time it was. 10:30 pm he was already late. Maybe he wasn't coming for her. Maybe that car pulling in was Desmond coming back for seconds. Her body shuttered at the thought.

Suddenly, there was a tap at her balcony doors. The girls both spun to see what it was and a breath escaped Shy. Delia's eyes glimmered between them as she could tell he was the one Shy had been waiting for.

He stood there in a simple coat and jeans with facial hair grown in, no doubt because of the stress he had been undergoing waiting for this hour to come. Shy's blue eyes glazed over with a security that Delia had never seen them have. Shy rushed over to the doors and opened them with gentle force and Delia watched as they melted into each other through a kiss.

Zane held his love's face in his hands and kissed her so gently that tears came to Delia's eyes. They parted lips and he placed his forehead on hers as if there was no one else in the universe at that very moment and whispered to her.

"I thought you weren't coming." He cracked a smile and kissed her lips once again.

To which Delia watched Shy reply, "I'm wherever you are."

Delia felt a tear fall down her cheek and quickly wiped it away before clearing her throat to draw their attention. Shy turned around to look at her.

"You guys better get going." She said quietly, "He'll be back soon to…" Her voice stopped.

Shy went over to her. "You can come, too. We'll take you wherever you want."

Zane looked at Delia and saw the hurt in her eyes when she glanced over at him. He didn't know what they were talking about, but knew it had to be about Desmond.

Delia scoffed. "I can't, Shy. I need the money. I'll be fine, but you won't unless you leave now."

Zane began to grab Shy's things and throw them to the ground below them where he had parked his father's car to avoid being seen. Shy picked up her cell phone from the bed and looked around the room one last time. She walked over to Delia and wrapped her arms around her shoulders hugging her tightly. Delia hugged back and sighed.

"Good luck, Shy." Delia said.

"Of everyone I have ever encountered in life, you are my only friend. Thank you." Shy said letting her go.

Delia began to cry once again as Shy backed away from her. Zane waited at the balcony and rubbed Shy's shoulder as she looked over the side.

"Can you climb?" Zane asked.

Shy just nodded. Delia watched him climb over the side and Shy soon followed disappearing into the night.