My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 : It's my husband in this car!

Micaela's heart fell back into darkness.

The electricity on the third floor must have been cut off, what could she do?

She walked to the window, this was the third floor, below was the back garden, if she jumped, she wanted herself dead or crippled.

Her mind suddenly recalled a scene she had seen before on a TV show, and she looked at the bedspread....

There was only one small scissors in the room and Micaela struggled to rip, cut and knot strips of fabric.

A whole day had passed without her even being able to take a sip of water, and Micaela felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Micaela thought that maybe before she could get down with the strips of cloth, she would fall from the third floor because she was too exhausted to be able to hold on tight to the rope she was going to build....

It was getting dark and Adriana had not even brought her a glass of water.

Micaela's stomach was already throbbing with pain and yet she held on, the rope was almost finished.

If she really fell, Mr. Feijoo wouldn't want a cripple, would he?

The room was already dark and Micaela had tied the last of the cloth.

The sheets were a total mess, even the spare sheets from the closet were used, but she wasn't sure if the length was long enough.

Looking out the window, Micaela clenched her uncomfortable stomach.

She had to wait a little longer, they definitely hadn't gone to bed yet and it would be spoiling everything if she was caught red-handed.

She put the bag on, usurping the straps in her hand, and sat down under the window, bending her knees and hugging her legs to make her stomach feel better, and squinted her eyes so that she could save her strength....

Micaela was half unconscious and about to fall asleep when, suddenly, she heard the door open!

Micaela quickly got up in shock, the dizziness caused by her low blood sugar made her rush to lean against the wall.

The room was dark, there was no moonlight outside the window and it was raining.

The entire third floor was dark and without electricity.

The door opened slowly and a dim cell phone light shone in....

Micaela held her breath and prayed that she would not be found....

At the same time, the expectation took over inside her, could it be Marcos who was coming to rescue her?

-Micaela, where are you?

A muffled male voice sounded.

It was her uncle!

Soothing that faint disappointment, Micaela felt that the illusion that had just passed through her mind was beyond ridiculous.

Micaela took a step forward, Sergio Elvira had already spotted Micaela and grabbed her wrist, whispering urgently:

-Micaela, go away, they are all asleep, go far away and don't come back.

-Uncle...

Tears of gratitude sprang from Micaela's eyes.

-Don't say anything, it's my fault for being useless. Go, be careful, I've turned off all the lights downstairs.

Micaela carefully followed her uncle Sergio up the stairs, her heart beating fast the whole way for fear of being discovered.

She didn't know why her uncle was a coward in front of Aunt Marta, but right now he was the only one secretly helping her.

Once outside the gates of the Elvira's house, her uncle left her at the nearest lamppost, and looked back, pushing Micaela.

-Go away, go away!

Micaela's eyes filled with tears and a thousand words stuck in her throat.

Looking at Sergio's already wrinkled face and the darkness of the Elvira's house, Micaela turned around and ran in the rain....

Micaela ran until she could run no more, but only stopped to rest when she left the villa area.

Only when her breathing calmed down did she continue on her way, looking pitiful as the rain soaked her clothes and hair.

Luckily, her bag was with her at all times, so first she had to find a reliable hostel to stay at.

She didn't know what time it was, it was raining, there was no one on the streets, only the street lights were on, it must be the wee hours of the morning?