NOT AGAIN

Without further delay, she fled into the bush, paving the way for herself and the little one in her hand, hoping to breathe in the air of conformation soon enough. Her noise is already becoming familiar with the smell of the bushes, and she’s not liking it.

"Alas," she breathes with joy after sighting light, and without further delay she walks towards the house, but now she is tucked in with finding her way out of the deserted area for good.

‘’I want you to search every corner and cranny of this bush because I am sure that bitch is here, and oh, how I will deal with her when I find her." She hears it and needs not be told; she knows it is the voice of the ruthless, as it sings fear as usual, thick like a cold pap.

Fear swims around her as she never expects him again. She knows she is to return since she has no other choice, but she never wanted him to find her on his own because she dreads him so much and feels more punishment will be meted out to her if he does.

The baby on her hand m