Julia's Perspective
My chest heaved as I sprinted, perspiration drenching my clothes. I knew escaping might be pointless, but I had no other option.
I quickly concealed myself in the wardrobe as I heard my pursuers' footsteps approaching.
"You damned wench!" One shouted in rage. He was livid.
Terror gripped me as I recalled how I had struck him in the groin and bashed his skull with a lamp base to flee and find refuge. I was aware they could easily track me, but I just needed to gain some time.
With trembling fingers, I hastily retrieved my phone from my bag to contact Darren, my partner, for assistance.
The phone rang repeatedly before he finally answered. "What?" He sounded extremely irritated.
Perhaps I had disrupted his intimate moment with Tamara, his long-lost flame, whom he had finally reunited with after many years. I tried to ignore the ache in my chest at that thought.
"Darren, I urgently need your help, there—"
He abruptly interrupted me with a snarl.