Olivia's POV
The moment the gates were behind me, I ran.
Not a casual jog. Not a brisk walk.
A real race.
My bag bounced against my hip, my pajamas flapping around my legs as my feet pounded against the pavement. The cool night air burned my lungs, but I didn't care. I was out. I was actually OUT.
The estate road seemed impossibly long, stretching endlessly into the darkness. My heart hammered in my chest - both from exertion, and from the sheer terror that someone would notice I was gone. That Maxwell would somehow appear out of nowhere and drag me back.
But nobody came.
Nobody stopped me.
Finally - FINALLY - I reached the main road, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I looked around desperately, praying for a miracle.
And there it was. A taxi, its yellow light glowing brightly in the darkness.
I practically threw myself into the road, waving my arms frantically.
The taxi slowed to a stop, and the driver looked at me with concern.
