Q-A the Authoress: I have no regrets.

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Tennis shoes ran atop tiled floors as the legs kept running. The person's breathing moved back and forth from small gasps to strangled wheezing. She was not used to running this fast before. She never had to run this fast before, even when being chased by bullies or obsessed principals. Her throat dried up long after she started this sprint. Her mind had been racing even longer than that. Her heart… let's just say her heart wasn't doing too well since at least twelve hours when he w-

No, she chided herself, wiping away the tears that were threatening to pour down her face. I need to focus. I'm so close. The exit is almost near!

She had to run.

She had to run faster.

She needed to get there quick. It couldn't end like this, not after everything they went through together. She couldn't let it end the way it did. She needed to find him. Tell him the truth and stop that monster from doing who knows what. There was barely any time left before the clock would strike, and the brunette had to find some way out of this nightmarish funhouse. There was a way out; she was sure of it. Just by the next corner surely there was-

"Where do you think you're going, missy?"

Spenser Wright only had five seconds to react before the familiar vacuuming sound drew behind her.

This was so not part of my list.

Where did all of this start? A good place to begin would be from when sudden relation in a vast family tree led to one tight-knit family unit packing their bags heading for the Golden Coast.