I can't believe my luck. Texas, California, Oregan, even Idaho have all been busts. Who looks for someone in Idaho? Jacob fucking Miller apparently. No matter where I go, no matter how far I run, he is always a step behind. How far do I have to run before I am safe? 

Everyone loves to joke about 'crazy' exes. You know, the ones who are excessively clingy, or the ones who are into weird things? Or even better, I love when people refer to their ex as 'that crazy ex' because of a desire to shift the blame for the end of the relationship onto the only other party involved. See, unfortunately for me, mine isn't just crazy. He's a literal psychopath with more money than he could burn even in four lifetimes.

Jacob was charming, at first, as most psychopaths tend to be. I was young and naive and easily swept away by his charismatic seduction. I thought that I could truly become someone important to him, and at the time that had been all I'd ever wanted. To matter to someone, anyone. Ever heard the saying 'be careful what you wish for'?

The more time that I spent with him, the more the polish came off, and I began to see a man underneath that I wanted nothing to do with. But the more I pulled away the tighter he'd held me. Restraining orders were useless. I tried, I really did. But the rich play by entirely different rules than the rest of us it would seem. I thought I would finally be safe if I vanished into another state, but that hasn't exactly worked out in my favor.

So here I am. Standing in the Seoul Incheon Airport, the smallest of carry-on bags in hand, with not a clue as to where I am going or what I am doing. All around me are alien sounds and smells, nothing is familiar. Though it is frightening, I know this is the right move. This is the one place he would never think to look for me. Even so, I cannot shake the wariness from my soul, paranoia having become my norm. 

"Well Chloe," I tell myself silently "welcome to South Korea."