I'm back? Haha, well, after my absence I finally have decided to post again...not sure if it's a mistake yet or not. Over the months I've been gone, I've been writing. It's been for FF but I haven't posted. So, posting this, I'm not sure if I'm crazy. Anyways, it's just another wacko story I've concocted. Who knows when I'll post or how long my posts will be. As always, hang with me, and you shall be rewarded with an...ENDING! :) Now, forward to the good part. Hint hint(the actual story.)

Disclaimer: As always, not mine. Just borrowing the characters for fun.

And, so we begin. Enjoy!

Prologue

"What do you mean we're married!" I scream at Ranger who has his blank face firmly in place.

"It was done last night," he says very calmly. I'm in full blown rhino mode by that comment.

"I was unconscious last night!" I yell. I couldn't believe he did this to me. He took away all of my options.

"I know a guy," Ranger reveals. Of course he does. "I don't want to be married to you!" Tears are streaming down my face. The man who has always encouraged me to fly has just clipped my wings.

"I'm sorry Babe," he replies. I close my eyes and try to calm myself. I hear him get up. He pauses at the door. Without opening my eyes I whisper. "I'll never forgive you." I know he hears me from the sigh that leaves his lips.

Chapter 1

Over the next several months I see less of Ranger than I have before we got 'married'. He has gone to Miami to fix some 'problems' aka he's just too chicken shit to face me. He has given me free reign over his whole bank account. His whole closet on seven is bursting with expensive shoes I never plan to wear. Each week I take small chunks of money out of his account, storing it in a safe place. I am going to get away and I'm not going to look back. He turned his back on me the moment he decided to marry me without my consent. I was pissed off to say the least, and I'm curious to know how he had it done. I have already filed for divorce and we are currently separated. I'm not sure why he still lets me use his bank, not that I'm complaining. The guys are happy that I've finally taken an interest to get in shape and learn all the things they have wanted to teach me since I began working here. I am only doing it so I will have the necessary tools to escape easily. Nobody knows of my plan. They won't know until I am gone. I have bought a car under a disguise with some of the cash I have saved up. I parked it in a safe place, and I have stocked up items and made other arrangements. It's just a matter of time before I leave. I feel slightly bad because I will be leaving the friends I had made at RangeMan. Lester being one of my closest friends is the hardest to leave, but I have to. Ranger thought he was protecting me by marrying me against my will. He will see his mistake. It's now the day when I am putting my plan into action. I grab some envelopes off the counter and take out paper and a pen. Then I write five letters. I explain to everyone what I am doing and why.

Letter one:

Ranger,

I hope you realize what a mistake you made. Believe me this wouldn't be happening if I didn't have to do it. You were the first person to believe in me and the person I trusted the most. You let me down. I want you to know that I'll never forgive you. I couldn't believe you would do this to me. If there was one thing I never expected, it was this. I try and hate you but it doesn't work. I don't trust you, but I could never hate you, as much as I try. Don't worry about me, the guys trained me well. And, don't go all macho on them, you wanted me trained, didn't you? Well, you got your wish. I can protect myself now and that's what I'm doing. Don't look for me because you won't find me.

Stephanie

Letter two:

Lester,

Don't hate me, please. Understand that I need to do this. Nothing you could have done would have stopped this, so please don't blame yourself. You're one of the best friends I've ever had and it pains me to do this. But, if I don't, I'll go crazy. It's not your fault. Blame Ranger even if he thought he was doing the right thing. I shouldn't put all the blame on him because I'm the one making the decision to leave. You guys have taught me well, so don't worry. I'll contact you when I can, but please don't look for me. Please Les, let me do this.

Love from,

Steph

Letter three:

Guys,

I know you guys will be angry at me, but don't. I appreciate everything you guys have done for me in the past months. You have all taught me handy skills which I learned to help escape. None of you are to blame, no one knew about my plan. I hate doing this but I need to. Ranger took something from me and I have to get it back. I love you all and I beg you not to look for me. I will write, I promise, I just don't know when. Please guys, respect my wishes. You taught me well.

Love,

Steph

Letter four:

Mom, Dad and Grandma,

I know you will worry, but don't. Mother, now I can no longer embarrass you. I will never be the daughter you want. No matter how hard you push, I'll never be a Burg wife. So, just look to Valerie for that. Daddy, I know you never really talked but you always supported me. I love you and please don't look for me. Grandma, keep wearing that spandex and I'm sure you'll hook a real looker. I love you and I want you to know that I'll be fine. I'll send letters.

Love you all,

Steph

Lula, Mary Lou, and Connie,

You guys are the best friends a girl could ask for. I'm sorry for what this will put you through, but know I'm not truly happy here. I have to get away. I know that you might not understand, but know you'll be in my thoughts. You go girls! Spread those wings and learn to fly. I'll send letters when I have time.

Much love,

Steph

After I reread the letters and am satisfied I tuck them into the envelopes. I write names on each one. I then lay them on the counter. I write a quick note for Ella explaining everything except for how I am doing everything and asking her not to tell the guys. I buzz Ella telling her that I will be out for dinner and there is no need for her to come up until breakfast. She says that will be fine. I place the keys on the counter and grab my bag. I lock the door and go down to the control room. I get smiling faces and am glad I have been in drama club in high school.

"Hey Steph," they greet, glad for the distraction. I grin at them.

"Hey guys, I just stopped in before going to the mall," I tell them. They nod. "Les at his cubicle?" They nod again and I go to see him. He turns around before I can surprise him.

"Hi Beautiful," he greets with a grin. I smile back.

"Whatcha up to?" I ask him. He makes a face before answering. "Doing some searches." I grin at his response. I place a hand on his.

"I'm going shopping," I tell him realizing this might be the last time I will ever see him. He sticks out his tongue.

"Victoria Secret shopping? If, you are, I wouldn't mind coming to see you model," he jokes with a wink. He then adds, "Have fun and be safe." "I will." With those final words I head off to the unknown. I get into my RangeMan issued vehicle and head toward the mall where my plan will be executed. I go to one of the many hair shops in the mall. One where it connects to another. I can't go to Mr. Alexander for this, but I do leave my purse under a chair in his shop. I then go to another while making sure to stay out of sight of the cameras. I get a major hair cut and hair coloring. I now have a much darker brown hair color and a Victoria Beckham type cut that is shorter in the back and longer in the front. It also has been straightened. I smile at myself in the mirror, almost not recognizing myself. I then exit and head over to Kohl's for some new clothes. I get some skinny jeans and a tight shirt showing that the exercise I had been doing worked. I have some dark blue flats. I grab a motorcycle jacket and buy the ensemble. I then find a dressing room and change quickly. I stuff my old clothes in the bag and throw them away. I then make my way out of the mall so I won't be recognized from the camera's. I make my way through the parking lot and get into the car I had bought months ago under a fake name. It's a red Taurus with a suitcase full of clothes and necessities in the back. I jump in and grab some shades from the cup holder. I slide them on and I start the car that will lead me to my new life. I feel a little sad about leaving my old life but am mostly excited about the journey I'm about to make. I get on the open road and put the radio on. I belt tunes out as I take the scenic route toward a fresh start.

A/N: So, just another crazy idea or a great start? Let me know with a click of the review button! :) Any mistakes? Well, review or PM me about them, because I do my own editing.