Escape in the night
Young Breanna stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow was the big day. It should be her day. But it wasn’t really.
Why did her parents even gave her to some old geezer who was not two times, but three times her age? Were they that tired of her? Were they that desperate?
Lots of questions turned around in her head. It was exhausting. But if Breanna had to point out one word that came to her mind regarding her parents’ view on her it was this: disappointment.
She knew that Mister and Miss Ashworth weren’t happy with her and that they saw her as a failure.
Breanna knew she was everything a young lady of her age shouldn’t be.
Young Breanna wasn’t elegant like the other girls in her class. She didn’t take small, fragile steps although her parents, especially her mother, tried to teach her that. She didn’t speak with a soft and sweet tone. No, Breanna always spoke her mind. And that was unladylike and unattractive in the eyes of others.
‘If you keep shouting and saying silly stuff you‘ll never find a fine young man!’ her mother kept warning her.
But Breanna couldn’t care less about those childish boys who liked to yell at her when she passed by.
They could die right there and then and she would just step over them like nothing ever happened.
That is how much she cared for them.
Funny, that is. Now I don’t even have to marry one of those foolish boys. No! Now I’m glued to that creepy old guy.
The girl inhaled deeply and then sighed frustrated. She clenched her fists tightly.
‘No! I won’t marry that bastard’ Breanna hissed. And if she could, she would’ve breathed fire.
She sat right up and looked at the clock. Only two ‘o clock. She had quite some time for her preparations.
Full with determination Breanna stepped out of bed and pulled a large backpack out of her closet that had a secret second wall. Inside the bag were all the necessities that she would need, once she escaped her house.
On her list she ticked off the supplies one by one for a last time. Then she counted the money that she had been collecting for over a month again.
‘Those greedy aristocrats didn’t need the money anyway. They were already drowning in the wealth’ Breanna snorted with a hint of disgust on her face.
Yes, her stealth skill was a natural talent that would come in handy very quick.
It had also helped her with stealing the money needed for a voyage to Gristol.
I’ve worked this out perfectly, Breanna reassured herself when she threw the blankets that were sewn together, out of the balcony.
‘This should hold’ she mumbled and in a swift motion she jumped over the balcony. The climb down was harder than expected but she landed without a bruise.
Breanna walked away from her home just like that without looking back.
For the first time in her life Breanna Ashworth was free and she could taste the freedom on her lips when the cool night breeze greeted her face.
She wasn’t exactly sure what her next step would be, but it was so much better than marrying an unattractive old pervert.