Escape from hell

After my "audience" with my father ended, I was dragged to a guest room, as he ordered. The room was twice as big as the apartment I lived in for two years. There was a bed, a closet, and a dressing table with a mirror. Certainly, this "prison" was the most elegant place I had ever stayed since I was tossed into the orphanage.

The hours passed and I was getting more and more restless. I knew I had to get out of there before 10 PM and find my way to the harbor. The room I was locked in was on the first floor. It wasn't impossible to jump from that height, but the security guards were passing by that area every few minutes, not to mention that the security cameras were everywhere.

The sun was setting down. I kept staring out the window, measuring how much time I needed to jump down, run to the fence, and jump over the fence. My chances were low. I only hoped that Ezra would figure out where I was and think of some form of distraction so I could escape.

Suddenly