In the morning, we woke tangled in each other's bodies. It may have been the most satisfying sleep I'd ever had. My face had been nuzzled in his chest but I loosened my hold on him so I could look up to see if he was awake. His eyes were still closed and soft ribbons of breath came sliding through his partially opened lips. He was warm and comfortable and I wished that we could stay like this forever.

But we had to make some decisions. We couldn't stay here but I didn't really know what the next move was. We now had his birth certificate but I couldn't just take him on a plane to the US. It would take time to get the proper paperwork and we had to bring Theodore to justice first. Maybe we could rent a small apartment in a building with good security until we worked things out. I could contact my parents and have them wire some of my money back to me. It wouldn't last very long with living expenses and legal fees, but it was a start. But how could I prevent Theodore from finding us?

Before I got myself worked up with worry, I turned my attention to Harry. I cupped his cheek and swiped my thumb back and forth over his warm skin. He gradually woke from his slumber and a lazy smile crept across his beautiful face. "G'morning," he whispered.

"G'morning," I replied. "How do you feel today?"

He yawned in response. "Still sleepy, I guess," he said. "But not as bad. Not dizzy like yesterday."

I closed the space between us and laid a tender kiss on his lips. "I'm glad," I said. "I had never been so scared in my entire life," I said, my voice trembling with near-sorrow to remember how close I had come to losing him. The lack of sleep didn't help one bit in keeping my emotions in check either.

He stroked my cheek and swiped a stray tear as it fell. "Don't cry, Jules. I'm okay now."

"I know," I sniffled. "I just feel so awful for everything you've been through in your life. It's not fair." I buried my face in his neck and wept openly. His fingers strummed up and down my back while he uttered quiet sounds of comfort.

Finally, he kissed my temple and said, "You have no idea how happy I am that you're here now. I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without you."

It crossed my mind that there was a very real possibility Theodore might have killed him by now, either with the constant stream of medications he likely didn't need, or just by losing his patience one too many times.

"I'm so glad I took this job," I said. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. And if no one ever had enough guts to stand up to Theodore."

"So what do we do now?" He asked.

"We need to call the police," I said. With that, I got out of bed and began the search for my phone. I honestly had no idea where I had left it but it wasn't plugged in to the charging cord. "Can you help me?" I asked Harry.

We looked through every square inch of the suite and it was nowhere to be found. It was then I remembered the last time I'd used it. The 911 call. "That bastard," I muttered.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Theodore took my phone from me when I called 911. He ended the dispatch call and he obviously didn't give it back to me."

"Now what?" Harry asked but I was already on my way to the main door of the suite.

Another man was standing guard at the door, as if Harry and I were criminals. I pounded loudly on the glass, "Let me out! I need to talk to Theodore!" But the hulking man on the other side just ignored me while I continued my rampage for at least twenty minutes.

Then I ran to the back door and raced outside in my bare feet. Luckily the temps hadn't dropped to freezing yet, but my feet cried out for justice as they absorbed the cold from the rocks and earth. I ran along the length of the suite and to where it connected to the main house. There I was met with a tall fence with pointy spikes at the top. "Dammit!" I screamed. I ran back into the house and to my room. I threw off my pajamas and rushed to close the door when I heard Harry asking what I was doing.

"I'm getting some clothes on," I told him through the door. "I'm going to try to climb that fence."

I left my room and met Harry's concerned eyes. "Jules, that fence is really high. It's dangerous."

"We can't let him keep us trapped," I shot back. 

"Okay, well let's just think of something together," he suggested.

"I don't know, I don't know what to do," I whined and panic began to seize my heart. Here was my long-lost sense of catastrophizing, rearing its ugly head. Somehow, I'd been able to face a crazy man for the last four months but now I was really starting to lose it. "If we can't get out, he'll never let us leave and we'll be trapped here and-"

"Jules!" He snapped, turning my attention towards his face. "We'll think of something together," he repeated. I didn't know whether it was his child-like naivete or his grown up sensibility but his firmness calmed me.

"Okay," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Can I make you some breakfast?" He asked and I felt a grin split my face with his adorably sweet offer.

"I'd love that," I said and I took a seat at the table while he cooked. Even though the situation was urgent, I knew it would be better to take our time to think of a plan, preferably on a full stomach, especially while Harry's system was still working to get rid of all that medication.

He made hard-boiled eggs. "I learned from the best," he said and I giggled. He placed two peeled eggs on my plate, along with toast and some apple slices. He really had transformed from a boy to man right before my very eyes and I couldn't have been more proud.

"I have an idea," he said when we were almost finished eating. "Let's go on a hike," he suggested. Inside, I was frustrated by his apparent lack of a sense of urgency about the situation but when he continued, I scolded myself for thinking so little of him. "We'll start at the fence by the house and we'll follow it until it ends or maybe we'll find spots that are broken or weak," he said.

"That's great thinking," I said. I continued in a whisper. "But maybe we shouldn't make our plans here, just in case anyone is listening."

He nodded in agreement, remembering the cameras. We took care of the breakfast dishes quickly and put on our boots and grabbed sweatshirts for the hike. Once I felt we were safely out of range of any cameras or any other electronic equipment, I said, "If we can get through the fence, we'll have to go back and pack a few things, maybe some food and I have some cash saved up in my room. I don't know exactly how far it is to Victoria but it might take us some time to walk down there. It has to be twenty or thirty miles."

"If we get out," Harry said, "we could just go to someone's house and ask to use their phone, couldn't we? All we need to do is call the police, right?"

"That's true," I said. "There are other homes on this road, not super close but definitely closer than Victoria. Do you think anyone would let us in if they didn't know us? I think I'd be wary of some strangers showing up at my gate."

"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "If they needed help, I'd help them."

Of course he would. He had the kindest, most pure heart in the world, even after his life had been stolen by his evil step brother. Shit, that sounded like the plot to some Disney movie. Harry was a real-life prince.

"Okay then, let's see what we can find," I said, following the fence line up towards the road and then to the right as it lined the road for at least a mile. When we got to the corner where it finally turned away from the road and headed into the woods, I mumbled, "Fuck, this is a big piece of property."

"Jules!" Harry laughed.

"You know what?" I said, turning around to face him. "Sometimes it's okay to say Fuck!" He just laughed at me but I encouraged him, "C'mon, just try it. It won't hurt you."

"No, Jules," he said shyly.

"Come on, Harry! You're a grown up, you can say it."

"Okay...fuck." His face turned red as a beet.

"Good for you," I laughed. "You don't have to swear all the time, but once in a while it just fits the situation."

The fence that led into the woods was no longer an ornate wrought iron fence but a chain link fence, at least ten feet high, the top foot or so slanted inward and wrapped in barbed wire. Who the hell was this man? Did he think he was fucking Rambo?

A good hour later, we finally reached the water and there hadn't been a single sign of a hole or damage to the fence. And the damn thing continued into the water about fifty yards out. Even if we swam around it, we wouldn't have any place to go because the fence was anchored into the rock of a tall cliff at the point where it met land. We'd have to swim out and who knew where we'd be able to get back on land. If we followed the inlet too far, we'd be swept out into the open ocean. Even though the air only held a slight chill, the water was surely near freezing this time of year.

We hiked back along the coastline until we finally came to our rocky section of the beach. I waded into the water with my boots on, confirming in my mind that it was much too cold for a swim, and I climbed onto our rock. Harry joined me.

"I can't believe he took my laptop and my phone," I grumbled. "All I ever wanted was to take care of you and look at how he showed me his thanks."

I felt Harry's warm hand caressing my back. "I'm thankful, Jules. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be drugged up and everyone would think I was stupid."

"You know now that you're not stupid, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said grinning softly. "Thanks to you."

"But I want you to acknowledge something," I told him, making sure he was looking me square in the eye. "I want you to know you're intelligent because you have confidence in your own abilities. It's good to hear nice things about yourself from others, but it's important that you believe those things about yourself too."

"I do," he assured me. Then he gave me this look, one I'd begun to realize meant that he wanted to kiss me.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" I teased and he nodded, giving me a funny little smirk. "It's a good thing I want to kiss you, too."

I leaned towards him and he met my mouth with his warmth, kissing me like a pro when he'd only learned to do it a few days ago.

Neither of us wanted to pull away, but we had to keep walking the fence line. Although we'd covered a lot of land, there was still a fenced area off to the other side of the house that we had to explore. We found out quickly, however, that Harry's area came to an end just around the corner of the other end of the house, just past the upper patio. Oh, there was plenty more land on the other side but we were blocked from it, once again by what almost appeared to be military fencing. And the inlet dead-ended at another collection of massive cliffs.

"I wonder if we could climb up on that deck," I said, pointing to the patio above us. "It's not that high. Maybe if you hoisted me on your shoulders."

"It's really high, Jules," Harry said in an uncharacteristically non-encouraging way. "Besides the doors are probably locked. He never opens those."

"Then I'll break them!" I shouted in frustration and Harry's face showed a bit of shock. "I'm sorry, I'm just so...ugh! What are we supposed to do?" I cried, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Jules!" Harry said somewhat sternly. "We're two intelligent people. We'll find a way out of this." I couldn't help but smile at his confidence and his ability to be strong with me when not too long ago, he had relied on me for all of his confidence.

We spent the rest of the day brainstorming - indoors, but quietly in my room, since it had begun to rain in the early afternoon - about how we could either escape or get Theodore to let us go. I decided to attempt to persuade the guard to open the doors for us. Clive had been brainwashed but he eventually cracked, so maybe someone else would, too. I wondered where Clive was and I wondered if he was even thinking about us and maybe, hopefully, planning to help us some more.

"Hey!" I yelled through the leaded glass panes of the suite door. The guard turned his head towards me briefly but then returned to ignoring me. "We need to talk to Theodore. Harry doesn't have his medication and we're running out of food." That wasn't entirely true but we would eventually run out of food if someone didn't replenish it. If I had to, I'd sleep in this stupid breezeway until someone came in and make a run for it. I pounded and yelled for close to an hour, until my fists were bruised and my voice was hoarse but the guard didn't budge.

When I went back into the suite, I had an idea. "Harry!" I yelled. He came running into the kitchen with a concerned look on his face. "Help me look around for anything that seems like it might be a tiny camera, or something that has a tiny hidden screen."

"Like what?" He asked, confused.

"Like an air freshener or one of the fake plants," I said. "Think of things that don't get moved around at all."

We both began to search. I scanned the entire surface of the refrigerator, stove, microwave and dishwasher and didn't readily find anything like a tiny camera lens. It had to be smaller. There wasn't much in the way of ornamental decor in the kitchen, but I checked every possible item and I couldn't find anything. I slumped down on the floor next to the pantry and sighed in frustration. Then I remembered when I had first come here, I had tried to plug my laptop charger into one of the kitchen outlets. It was a three-prong plug and a three-prong outlet but the third hole had been blocked by something. I remember thinking it was odd but I didn't dwell on it; I had just found another outlet.

I scuffled to my feet and dug through the drawers to find a screwdriver. Then I carefully removed the switchplate for the outlet that had given me the problem and bingo! On the back side of the switchplate, there was a tiny, square black box.

I smashed it with the butt of the screwdriver.

"Got one!" I yelled to Harry.

He came running in and I showed him the shattered remains. "I guess it would have helped if I left it intact so you could see it," I chuckled. "But it felt so damn good to just smash the hell out of it. We should keep the other ones working, though, so we can possibly communicate with Theodore that way. We just have to find out where they are."

We found a few more in electrical outlets, one in the stereotypical air freshener canister, and one was a teddy bear's eye. He had sat neatly up on the high shelves in the play room and Harry said he was never allowed to play with him. That was a dead giveaway.

I wrote down the locations of all the cameras. I would be surprised if Theodore hadn't noticed us tinkering with them, and he surely would see that one of his feeds had been destroyed. We could either get his attention by writing out signs for him to read or by disabling more cameras. In the spirit of the hunt, I checked my room thoroughly and it appeared that he had been telling the truth about not having installed nanny cams in there. Wow, he actually had a shred of decency somewhere inside his cold heart. I was shocked.

Regardless, I had an ever-growing notebook full of his crimes and it was only a matter of time before I would be able to present the evidence to the police. He wasn't going to keep us trapped here forever, that was for damn sure.

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