London

Alicia’s POV

The waiting was the worst part

EDM music streamed in from one of the apartments of this floor; whichever one it came from I really couldn't tell. J checked the time again: nearly 6 in the nor int already. Only a couple hours since we escaped. There was no time.

The entire apartment hallway smelled of cigarette smoke and booze and trash littered the floor.

My belly churned with nausea. Hours had passed as we waited in a small hallway of the dingy apartment we were directed to while a man loudly worked.

I had to pay nearly all the gold I had except for the watch and some small earrings while Andy had paid half of the cash that Matt had given to her to the man in order for us to get new passports, documents and IDs and new identities in a short amount of time.

Andy was giddy with excitement beside me, near shaking.

“After this, we're free, Alicia. Can you believe it?”

She was much more excited than I was, I only felt worse as time went in. I was nervous and paranoid about