Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Buying Time.

                         *Cia's POV* 

         I grab the slender cologne vial from my bra and I squeeze down with everything in me and keep pumping, a heavily saturated mist hitting Corey across his face and eyes. I grab the lead in my hand so I don't trip and I leap through the bathroom shutting the door just as Corey manages to get the handle. I have it locked now, as I furiously pick my hand free and search for things to barricade the door. I decide to grab the over toilet shelf and wedge it under the knob and against the wall for resistance. My breathing is heavy. Focus. Focus. What's next? Door barricaded, hands are both free...hmm. I decide to lock the chain lead back around the door knob several times till it has no slack. I don't know that this will help, but it makes me feel safer.

         Sprays, metal paper towel holder, shower. Sprays, holder, shower. I repeat a few times as I quickly rummage for what I need and can find. I decide to squirt the personal lubricant by the door as added precaution. I roll my neck to relieve tension as I crouch inside the shower. I feel like I didn't think this through well enough. I'd rather have been able to escape the room, but I don't know how much staff remains here. Like a fool, I chose to trap myself for God knows how many hours until...IF help arrives. I shouldn't have acted so soon, but I couldn't risk Corey's intentions or trying to take them both on at once. It's done now. Focus on the present and breathe. There's no doing this over. One shot. One.

        I flinch at the violent shouting and growling of Corey as he rams the door and fusses with the knob. I'm praying with every fiber of my being that the cheap press board toilet shelf is stout enough to hold him back. Nervous sweat beads on my forehead and I tremble with anxiety. It's like that real life version of watch a horror movie when you know the killer is going to pop out and all you can do is squirm and wait. The door cracks violently and I have to fight the urge to jump up and run.

         Corey hastily breaks the rest of the door and shoves splintered cabinet away. He steps in farther to maneuver the cabinet. A viscious, wet thud can be heard as he reaches the lube floor and slips, connected with the hard marble. I grip tighter to my weapons as I bolt from the shower and rush the door. Corey lunges for me from his position on the floor and I slam the towel holder into his head and kick his arms away. My feet hit the lube as well and I panic, falling back out the door as I fight to get my footing back and escape. I am out of the room, racing down the hall with Corey hot on my heels.

         I need an exit, or place to hide and fast. My dream would be to get outside and run, or to get to wherever the cameras are and bar myself in. I shut a few doors as I pass hoping he'll waste time to check them. I chose the room closest to me which looks like a conference room strangely enough. It appears empty so I rush in and lock it, immediately shoving the table and cabinets into it.

        There's a cordless phone, and though I know Levi is going to call, I still find myself wanting to call for help or to call Holden. I can't risk distraction though, for all I know Corey has key. I decide to take the phone with me, and so I shove it into my shirt just incase I need it. You never know at this point, and it makes a good threat. There's not much in here, except what I brought with me, but I do switch the paper towel holder out for a tiny boxcutter. Easier to carry and hide. I also swipe the lighter.

         I debate my next move from here. I grab a few sheets of printer paper to fold up into my shirt as I near the window. My on the top floor. Too far to jump without taking myself out, that's out of question. Can I reach the roof though? Knowing the alarm should be disabled I crack the window and nearly fall out when the alarm deafens me. Shit. No. No! I can hear thudding on the door, and I know that the furniture barricade will only buy so much time.

          Going with my gut, I slide out the window onto the ledge and reach up shakily to hold the roof above the window. I dig my fingers desperately into the roof and I jump up, pushing off the window glass to get up to where I need to be. Once on the roof and safely away from the edge, I check myself to be sure I've not dropped anything. I grab the phone to call Holden's cell.

        "He-"

        "Holden! It's me I'm on the roof. I love you, I love daddy, I love my babies. If anything happens I ju ssd t wanted to call and say. I've got to go!"

        "We love you. We are waiting." I end the staticky call and rub my arms.

         It's cold up here, and my nerves here me shivering. I had to call him though. If anything happens, they need to know that I love them or at least that the plan is in motion. I go further towards the center of the roof, curling up small to keep warm and out of sight. I should've grabbed a blanket, but hopefully soon I'll be rewarded with the sweet music of sirens. Please God. I double check my 'weapons' again out of paranoia. Satisfied that nothing is lost, I try to stay warm and wait.

         I can hear voices now, likely from the open window, and I quietly get up and sneak farther to the other side of the roof away from the side I came up on. They must now be in the room. They'll have enough sense to know I had to have went up, too difficult on that side of the house to get down. I need to get down though. I don't want to be outnumbered possibly and treed up here.

        The sky is starting to darken, signaling nightfall. I do not want to be up here this high, unable to see my footing scaling down when it's dark. I scan the opposite side of the house, trembling as I lean over. I've always been scared of heights, looking over makes me woozy, but I have to get down. Loud thuds make me frantic and I don't think twice before I touch my feet to the dormer and ease down. The steps grow louder, and I can guess by the weight of them that some of them are Corey's.

          "Where are you baby girl? I've got confirmation you aren't on the ground." I could swallow my sinking heart. They are on the roof, and possibly more on the ground. I grab the phone and dial.