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Hours earlier….

Barry POV

I finally was able to sneak the fuck out, getting past the help in the house that always seemed to be watching me from the windows and around the main house when I braved going in. It took a few days, but I finally figured out their schedules enough to plan my escape.

I used to take dad’s Porsche for little joy rides when I was in high school, before I got my driver’s license and my own car. I would just push it out the back swinging door of the garage into the back alley in neutral, waiting until I was a few houses down before starting it.

As long as I put the car back by morning, no one found out. Dad keeps the car and has it serviced regularly just because it was given to him by grandpa. They won’t notice it missing for days.

When I got back to this shit hole of a town, it was already afternoon. I left early in the morning, before my babysitters in the house woke up, but this thing doesn’t go that fast on these windy, coastal roads. With traffic, it was