Mackenzie's P.O.V.
Out the club, into a taxi I go. My heart beats gradually lowers down as I go farther and farther away from Mr. Orlando. He didn't know where I was going, neither I.
I told the driver to go to the nearest MRT station, but I didn't know what will be my next destination after that. I don't even care. All I care is now that, I'm free, free from him.
I grazed through outside, realizing my house is like more than twenty kilometers away from here, I of course need a faster ride, this taxi can't take me much far.
The ride was silent, but I could hear my heart beats from inside me. No longer I'm anyone's captive. Just a few more moments and I'll be back at my home, my very own home.
Did I do it right to run away from him? He promised me he'd let me leave, but when? No matter
