RafexKiara Tangled Up in All Your Pieces // Riara

Chapter 17

A black covering was roughly removed from my head, causing me to exhale and look up to see a man in a Skii mask loudly slam the door in my face.

I squirm nervously as the zip tie around my wrists tightens.

Even though there was no way out of the zipties, I tried to break free.

"Stop squirming; you're not the only one in pain right now," a deep voice says from behind me.

I was taken aback, and I craned my neck to see him.

Rafe was sitting behind me, his back facing me, and his wrists tied.

"What the fuck did you do?" I ask Rafe, my voice tense.

The last thing I remember is the cops being called at the party. Someone snatched me, and now I'm here.

Rafe scoffs, "You're one to talk. With all the shit you get yourself into, this should come as no surprise."

I felt his presence behind me, and he was jerking around, trying to move around in the cramped space we were in.

I take in the atmosphere; it was a small room.

My feet had to be pushed up against the chair's legs because it was so small.

I was shivering due to the dress I was wearing, and I mentally cursed myself for going back into that party.

"What? You're stuck in a room with a murderer. Shit just got scarier." I bite back, peering around the room in an attempt to find an escape route.

All I could see was the door in front of me.

The only source of light was the light bulb above us, which made the room dark and mysterious.

The room had to have been a closet because it was so small, making it feel like a 6 by 8.

"Better than dying alone," Rafe says through his teeth.

By the sound of him cracking his neck in annoyance, I could tell he was trying to hold it in.

I sigh in frustration.

This was not how I had imagined dying.

Particularly with Rafe by my side.

"I'll rest easy knowing that I had a clean slate," I say.

Fuck it at this point. I could care less what I said to him; he had to be the reason we were both here.

"This must be your hobby. Judging people based on their worst mistakes. No wonder you leave a trail of failed relationships wherever you go" Rafe chuckles.

Even if you were correct, he sure knew how to hit you.

I bite my tongue to avoid responding to him and instead look around for anything that could help me get out of here.

I can't give up now, not with Rafe in my ear.

God would be disappointed if I said, "I gave up, Rafe was too much to handle."

I crane my neck once more and notice a small hook protruding from the wall. There was a screw above it that hadn't been nailed into the wall. It was on Rafe's left side, too high for him to reach even standing up.

I poked my tongue out a little, a habit I had, and concentrated hard.

'What would Pope do?' was running through my mind as I tried to come up with every possible scenario in my head to get out of this room.

"Do you see that hook above you? Even if you stood up, you'd be unable to reach it. We need to figure out how to make use of our chairs ", I say to Rafe, motioning with my head to where the hook was.