Plan of Escape

“Bradon!” Alfred ended up yelling even louder.

I’d just about had enough of him at that point, which led me to hang up and turn off my mobile phone altogether so that he couldn’t call me again. Everything felt like such a bother, and I didn’t want to deal with any more of their selfish demands.

…

**The night after**

Although the bedroom that Bradon had arranged for me was only on the second floor, the fact that the floor-to-ceiling of each floor was so high meant that the distance was still something if I wanted to jump or climb down there. After sitting close to the balcony for almost an hour, I finally decided that the best way was to find something that I could hang onto while I climbed down there. Inspecting the things available to me in my room didn’t leave me with many options.

The bed sheets felt like the safest bet. With the help of the very small scissors that were present as part of the sewing kit stashed away in the wardrobe, I managed to cut the bed sheet from the bed and