I slump on the WC with rage sizzling underneath my body. I clamp my fingers cross, trembling hastily. Beads of sweat plying down my hand.
One thing without questioning, my body roasts on the fire.
I look up at the blotchy door, the door must have spent a sum of its era here. If I decide to open that door, my hope of living a free life will be deceased. I will never be able to see everyone I care for again. My family, friends, and boyfriend.
Surveying the door, a derisory strategy snaps in my head. I, maybe decide to play a delusional trick.
I close my eyes in shame and groan, I need an expert in this area. Jeremy or any of his three friends would be awesome to flex their muscles for this twaddle–
"Hola sènorita, your time is up."
I snort in mischief, he honestly thinks, I will strap those hooks saving the door close unseal and let him drag me back into that dungeon so he can drive me out of my motherland.
So funky.
I rack my hair in frustration, I need to act now.
My sight crosses path with a bitty window, probably the only window in the toilet. I crack up a gracious smile, God is true with me.
"Holy Christ." moaning in delight, I visualize a breakout as I make a move to my feet.
"Hmm, I'll be out soon– just need some prolong jiffy," I murmur aloud, fair for him to hear.
He yields no respond, he must have gotten the message to stay out.
I stand up and examine the window above me. Something needs to be done, I look at the covered WC. Good thing, the toilet cease to be messed up, with a premium of hygienic surrounding.
I mount up and poise firmly on the toilet pan, damn! Luckily, the view is great from this height through the window.
The window, however differs from regular casement window, the aluminum double-hung Window will indubitably make it easy to slide up and down vertical and get the hell out of here.
Tracy had once escaped through the toilet window from her house to one of Kelly Jekyll's party. She made me pass her belongings through the window and pretended to be her all night.
I smile at the memory, recalling the nasty things we've done together.
I jog back to reality and gulp, swallow the pain it may take.
I slide the glass up, unbuckling it.
I pop my head out and watch out for what may be outside there waiting for me. The road exhibits a clear and a big break for me, the condenser coil for an air conditioner spreads beneath, I can easily step on it without jabbing my ass on the floor.
I fetch my head back in and inhale, preparing for my hurdle.
I close my eyes and inspire myself that I can do this.
I open my eyes when I hear a crack, I take a gander at the white toilet pan that has my stained feet, cracking the toilet seat, telling me how quick I need to be out of here.
An abrupt knock concusses me turn to the door, it rattles again so I abandon the call and reach for the window. It may be tiny but my portable body sure fit in.
I stretch my right leg, lengthening it to touch the condenser.
The way my whole body is compressed like an about-to-be-made toast bread, relay a rush of discomfort and heat down my body. But it is important I make it out. I sigh in relief as my leg strokes the aimed object, it is easy for me to put the other leg.
"I'm coming in, Haley." he announces.
His announcement invents me to acknowledge that I have to run, I jump down the condenser unit and burst into a compulsory race.
My legs ache but I refuse to think about it being bare. I flight the exiguous passage that appears more like a tunnel.
"Hey! You brat– come back here!" The dangerous guy yells after me.
I did not listen to him, I continue running as fast as my feet could go.
Well, they often say that, while running you must not glance back else it will slow you down, so I sprint without looking back. I storm inside the first shop I surge in contact with as I exit the tunnel.
Even though, I disclose that I lash past a busy buzzing road, I care not.
I slope down on the floor after closing the door to catch my breath. My heart thrums at the nape of my throat. I pant hard and inhale, my eyes shut and I accede.
There happens to be a strange noise fizzing in the area. Promptly, I open my eyes.
The sight that beholds before me is in reality marvelous, yet a terror for me to harbor. This place is a restaurant and a lady in yellow with long red hair stood in front of me, her face abode concern.
"Hello Miss, what can– are you okay Miss?" The waitress coat up in a yellow pencil stripe uniform questions me. Her face bears disturbance and fear at same time, she probably never seen someone in my predicament showing up at this time of the day before.
"Can- a gl-ass of wa-ter." I try to catch my breath as a result of the race so I chat breathlessly.
"Hmm, sure. You should sit, ma'am." she directs with her hands covered in glove to the 'table for two' with a lounge near the door, she is offering me comfort.
"Hey, wait!" I call her as she turns to leave, "call the cops... please" I plead with her.
Although, uncertainty gloom in her grey eyes, anyway she complies by nodding. She fades away.
Looking round the sophisticate-glassed restaurant, I discovered the design in red and white themes promptly confess Valentine, certainly prepared to entertain their guests for the occasion. Which on my part remains quite awful, I hate valentine now.
The couple sitting across the lounge, the waitress offers me, beam with happiness. The girl dresses in a white quilting cardigan and blue denim shorts, and the boy radiate with a glow as he prefers to stare at her that eat the menu before him.
They offer no acknowledgment like the waitress and the senior woman drinking something I have no idea of, by now, she drops drinking since she chooses to ogle.
Quietly, I slip from the ground where I loose down and chose to go for the lounge.
I hasp my reflection on the fancy glass as I caress my face and smooth my bruised neck, examining every detail of the print Ralph left along with the wasp string that still hurt a little.
It's something I should hide, my hair looks like a hell of a nest, and the only thing still putting my head in place is the gauze soak with blood.
My face is ghastly and my hazel eyes forfeit the glitter that helps it glisten; some minor cuts on my lips, with appearance, screwed too red to be healthy. My body needs to curl up on a hospital bed for delicate and intensive care.
I gasp on seeing the dangerous guy wandering the street, on fast motion, I plump on the lounge facing the old woman. Her sparkling electric blue eyes frenzy.
The red seat is truly comfy and cozy. My shaky hands drop on the table.
"Oh my God, oh my God, he's gonna find me!" I snivel in grief.
"Who's going to find you, child?" The older woman asks patiently with sympathy. Her short permed gray hair makes her look quite causal like every regular senior citizen.
I peep back at the glass, he lost track of me. I turn to the woman, realizing I have just ignored her.
"Please, ma'am, can I use your cellphone?" My voice withal quivering.
She nods in agreement and dips her hand inside a pink purse that must belong to her. She stretches the black cellphone to me, I thank her and work my fingers on the device. The time on the phone had snatched my attention.
5:15 pm.
The sun that smacks my skin earlier is the end sun of the day.
I quickly type Jeremy's number and hit the green icon. Apparently, I still have the memory of his number. The woman continues to stare at me.
"Are you okay, little one?"
I place the phone against my ear and smile at her, I duck my head as tears brims to my eyes. The phone starts ringing.
"Please, pick up, Jeremy please." I whimper as I wait for him to pick up.
It boosts alive, as he utters my heart races.
"Hello, I'm so busy and troubled right n–"
"Jeremy! It's me! Haley." I interject.
"Haley?"