72–To survive together.

EUDORA.

When my legs were too weak to carry on, I fell to the ground beside a tree, my chest heaving and my heart squeezing tightly inside of it. My breath came out in short pants and the more I drew in, the harder it was for me to breathe properly.

My face was no doubt tear stained and I’d only managed to stop crying after giving myself a pep talk that Laila was strong and she was fine. She was going to escape the hunter. She was going to survive this terror.

Every second that passed with me in these woods however threatened those reassuring thoughts especially because with every step I took, came the cries of women in pain within a mile radius. Each sound made me wince while I will my brain not to conjure up the horrifying things being done to them that could cause so much pain.

Tuning out the echoes wasn’t working. There was only so much my ears could ignore and so I sat there and just listened to the cries of innocent girls till I was able to catch my breath so I could continue m