Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 46

Grace's POV:

I'm dragged upstairs by my arm since I'm too weak to walk. But I manage to cry for Riley before I'm gone from him.

I'm scared to death of what's going to happen. I'm crying and I don't know what to do and I would be crying out loud if it weren't for this guy here holding my mouth shut.

"Shut up. Be quiet." He orders. I'm quiet but I accidentally let out a quiet whine. But its not good enough for him. He hits me hard on the shoulder blade but I keep my cry in.

I'm dragged up a set of stairs and in the dark I can't see a thing except from the light the guy carries. But even that is blurry from my tears.

He opens a door and for a second I seriously think I'm dead. The light. Its so white and bright, what you would imagine if you were to die. And that's what I think.

But heaven wouldn't have hardwood floors, would it? The guy drops me and I hit the floor. I lay there unable to move until he grabs my arm. He yanks me on my feet telling me to stand, so I do. But not too well. If he weren't grabbing onto me like he was going to kill me I'd probably fall.

He brings me through a small kitchen and then into a small eating area. The room is white and lined with windows, the curtains closed shut tightly.

Suddenly I'm yanked to the side and against a wall. His hand covers my mouth and I make sure to stay extra quiet.

We lean sideways as the guy looks around the corner. I'm sure I'm not supposed to, but I can see out of the corner of my eye another man. A man Sam an I used to make fun of because of his creepiness: Mr. Smith.

I take a deep breath in but I don't make a sound. I see him open the door and I hear the sound of my life. A voice. A voice I know. Asking to come in and ask him something.

Andrew is denied. And denied once more. But for some reason, something I will never understand, the Smith guy catches my guys attention and nods. Then let's him in. Why would he let him in? Whys he here anyway?

But before I can get anything else out of Andrew, I'm yanked away quickly and I return the way I came; through the kitchen, down the hall, and to the door again.

I'm pulled down the stairs, pretty loudly, I don't understand why, and before I can regain my balance, he let's go of me. I fall down the last three stairs and hit the cement floor. The pain shoots through me and I let out a cry I've been holding in for so long.

"Shut up! Be quiet!" He kicks me in the side and then he leaves me. He leaves me and doesn't tie me back up. Instead he goes upstairs and slams the door behind him.

I'm in a state. My vision is blurry. My hearing is echoing. And I feel like I'm spinning. All I can hear is this long cry of something. I can't understand it. I can't understand anything.

I lay there for at least a minute before the background noise finally amounts to something.

"Grace! Grace! Get up! Please!"

Riley...

He's the one who makes myself force any movement. I move my arm along the cold floor and open my eyes, regaining my clear vision.

"Grace! Please...." This time I see and hear Riley call my name. I lift my head up and then he whispers, relieved, "grace..."

I turn so I'm laying on my back and the cold floor against my bare back wakes me up. It makes me realize what this means. I'm free. I can leave if I can find a way.

"Grace come here... Please." Riley begs of me. So I go to him. Not because he asked me to, but because I want to.

My muscles burn when I move. Every limb, everyone in my body aches. But I want Riley. After so long of feeling nothing but torture and pain, I want to feel Riley's soft touch.

His hands are still chained above his head and I can see him try and reach out for me once I sit in front of him. I reach up and play with the lock. Its not a hard one, but definetly something to keep him from moving. It has a code on the bottom,which is stupid but its worked up until now.

As I twist the lock back and forth, putting the combo in, Riley's talking to me. But I don't listen. All I hear is the lock turning and clicking. When it pops open, I lose all of my strength and I can't hold myself up anymore. I collapse into Riley as his hands are freed.

He doesn't look at his bloody scarred wrists, doesn't rub them, doesn't think. He catches me and with his soft touch that I knew existed somewhere within him, he places his hands on my face.

Then he kisses me and I kiss him back. I hold on to the only thing that has kept me going, kept me sane, kept me wanting to stay alive. To me it doesn't matter the situation were in anymore, what I'm wearing and not wearing, where we are, or how bad I look right now from everything. To me the only thing that matters is that I'm alive with him.

He seals the kiss with another quick one before placing his forehead against mine. Were both breathing heavily from yelling, fighting, being terrified out of our minds and the stress. But I'm breathing heavily because I just kissed him.

I sit there for a moment leaned up against the wall in Riley's tight grasp. For once it doesn't seem like were in the situation were in. But we are.

"We gotta get out of here...." He whispers. His forehead is against mine and I can almost feel his lips moving against my skin as he speaks.

I nod slightly and for the first time in god knows how long, I get up voluntarily. Riley's a little shaky too so we hold onto each other. Now we just need a way out of here.

Its clear were not taking the stairs. Its not like I'd be able to if we could, I hurt too much. Then it clicks. "The window..." I breath out.

We stumble over to the window where the curtains are drawn closed. I pull the string and it slowly opens it up, revealing a blinding light.

But that blinding light means freedom. Riley looks at the corner of the window where it meets the wooden border. "It should pop out if I push. Most basements have these windows. I just don't want it to break."

"Do it. We gotta get out of here." I tell him.

And with that, he pushes will all of his weight against the bottom corner of the glass. And it pops. The other corner pops open the same way with the same force.

Riley pulls the glass in and leans it against the wall silently. The cold air rushes in from outside and without a shirt, i get goosebumps easily and i start to shiver.

Riley climbs over the wall and lands on the outside, free land. "Come here," he says. We both know I'm not getting over this wall without dying. He grabs me by the waist and with his strength lifts me over the wall and places me next to him on the ground outside.

"Let's go," we turn and run right into them. Oh you thought "them" meant the guys who kidnapped us? Oh. Sorry. I meant Andrew. And Toby. And Connor. And Sam. Them meaning our friends.