Rosie hated that she had to stay in the house when David was there.

It wasn't David that was giving her issues, it was that Stefanie couldn't stop begging her to help her escape.

Stefanie was now beside her in the study. Rosie's head was lazily against the wall as Stefanie drowned her ears with babbles.

"You have got to help me," Stefanie begged.

"Even if I wanted –trust me, I don't,– David won't like that." She told Stefanie for the hundredth time.

"Who said he has to know?" Stefanie stressed. "All I need is for you to get me out of here, I will find my way once I'm out."

Rosie rested her angry eyes on Stefanie, she wished that she could shut her up with a tape over her mouth.

"Why do you want to run away?" She asked. "Weren't you so in love with him that you risked everything to be with him in the past?"

"This wasn't the David I fell for!" She yelled. "This is one crazy, I don't want him to find out–"

Rosie moved away from the wall, her eyes were now alert.

"You don't want

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