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Worry

He stroked my hair absently as I rocked in despair. “Don’t worry you won’t have to” he said softly in my ear.

At this I looked up at him. “Yeah right…how’s that going to happen?” I turned back to facing the wall opposite me.

“We’re going to break you out.” he said simply
“Mr. Black watches me like hawk” I said dejectedly. “I’m his big money maker”
“Yeah but can he see inside the room?” he asked
“Erm…no I don’t think so.” I answer
“Then that’s what we’re going to do.”
“What break me out in such a short time?”
“No, we’re going to have plenty of time.”
“How?”

He smiled and held me tight. “You just let me worry about that” he finally answered

But worry I did.

After promising to be back as soon as he could he left, giving me one last hug before he left. “I missed you” he whispered, and left.

The night seemed long after he left but still I threw myself into making as much money as I could. The large amount of tips I gained should have gone to Mr. Black, but I kept two thirds hidden for myself.

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