The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 320

Penelope kept her head down, refusing to fall for the trap, but the image flashed in her mind anyway.

The little girl in the white dress, hanging from the ceiling. Lucien, whipping her with a belt, over and over. The pain was unbearable. She finally broke, crying and begging him to stop, but that only seemed to excite him more.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, her mother came home. But she couldn't save her. He beat her, too.

"Lucien, you animal!"

"Hit me! Kill me! Just don't hurt my daughter!"

She saw her mother, covered in blood, kneeling and pleading with him.

As she was lost in the past, Chasel lunged at her.

But in the next instant, she had kicked him away.

Her mind was a chaotic storm of fragmented memories. She knew she had to get out. Using Hunter as a shield, she backed toward the door, then shoved him inside and ran.

She was on the sixth floor. The stairwell was narrow, filthy, and dark, but she didn't care. She just ran, hurtling down the steps.

Chasel and his friends were right behind her. She pushed herself harder, faster, until she finally saw the exit. She was almost free.

She burst out of the building and froze. It was pitch black. There were no lights, no people.

She remembered then: this entire neighborhood was abandoned, slated for demolition.

"Get her! Don't let her escape!"

She ran without direction, the hulking shapes of the derelict buildings looming over her like giant, man-eating beasts. She ran and ran, but she was trapped in the darkness, with no way out.

She remembered the phone she had snatched from Hunter and quickly dialed 911.

But she couldn't give them a precise location. The police were on their way, but finding her would take time.

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