Marie: sobbing That bastard! Three years, can you believe it? I just gave birth, goddammit!
Exceltip
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clutching Exceltip's hand tightly I need you to promise me something, Exceltip. Promise me you won't let him see our child.
Exceltip
I’m sorry, that’s not fair to your baby…
glaring at Exceltip Fair? This is life or death, Exceltip! He can't just waltz into our lives and claim his so-called "right" to our child.
Exceltip
But he’s still the father
snaps Father? You think that's gonna stop him from using our child against me? No, Exceltip, we're gonna keep this little bundle of joy away from him.
Exceltip
how are we gonna do that, just sayin’
pauses, thinking We need a plan. Here's what we're gonna do. We'll move out of state, start fresh somewhere new. Change names, identities...
Exceltip
looks shocked Are you serious, Marie? We're talking about a whole new life here!
leans in closer, intense Do you have a better idea? Because unless you can come up with a foolproof plan to keep us safe, then this is what we're gonna do.
Exceltip
Fine, but you’ve gotta explain everything to me.
takes a deep breath, steady herself Alright, here's the plan. We'll move to Portland, start over. New identities, new lives.
Exceltip
Alright, I trust you. Let’s do this.
pulls out a notebook and pen First, we need to gather all the necessary documents. Birth certificates, passports, driver's licenses...
Exceltip
sighs So, where do we start with this?
slams the notebook shut We start by cutting off all ties to our past. We make sure he never finds us.
Exceltip
Alright, I can handle that. What's next?
As Marie and Exceltip execute their plan, they face numerous challenges and close calls, but ultimately manage to start a new life in Portland. However, the emotional scars of betrayal and the pressure of keeping their secret weigh heavily on them.
Exceltip
7 months later
paces back and forth, clenching her fists How could he find us, Exceltip? I thought we did everything right!
Exceltip
Oh, shit, is he here?!
grabs Exceltip's arm, her voice trembling We need to get out of here, now! Pack your bags, we're leaving.
Exceltip
Wait, wait, don't panic. Maybe he's not here...
frantically rummages through her bag I saw him, Exceltip. He was downstairs, asking around for us. We can't waste any more time.
Exceltip
Shit, shit, shit. Where do we go?
throws her phone on the bed We can't stay here anymore. We need a different plan. I'm gonna contact my old coach, see if they can help us disappear again.
Exceltip
Look at your phone already, what are you waiting for?
dials her coach's number, her hands shaking Come on, pick up...pick up! listens to the ringing, anxiety evident in her eyes Damn it, pick up!
Exceltip
Is there something wrong?
growls under her breath Dammit, he's not answering! He must be off the grid or something. We can't rely on him anymore.
Exceltip
Damn it, so what now?
pauses, takes a deep breath Alright, listen up, Exceltip. We need to think fast. We can't stay in one place for too long anymore.
Exceltip
Yeah, I get that. So, what's our next move?
paces around the room, thinking We need to lay low, blend in. We can't risk any mistakes. We'll need to constantly change our identities, our appearances...