Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 25

JULIETTE

This was bad, really bad. I didn't know how I was going to untie my wrists without being obligated to break my thumbs. My ankles were fine since I could only lift the chair backward and hope it would free them.

Honestly, the self-defense videos are useless right now. I could maybe try something stupid and reckless like in movies.

I titled the chair backward and freed my ankles one at a time. Once my legs were free, I lunched forward and I was standing on my wobbling legs. I tried to rely on my good leg, but it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.

I walked towards where I supposed he kept tools and shit in his fucking basement. I was about to have a breakdown until I found a saw lying on the work table.

It was going to be tricky getting it, but it was sitting on the edge of the work table. I succeeded to grab it in my chin and held it tightly against my chest. I sat back down on the chair and I positioned the saw directly on the rope.

I began to make back and forth movements while making sure I didn't cut my hand in the process. It took some time before the rope began to loosen and I could finally slip my hand free. I dropped the saw from my hold and it clattered on the floor. I untied my other hand and almost cried in relief.

I immediately stood up and searched through the cabinets. I grabbed a screwdriver and hid behind the staircase. My breathing was heavy as I hid under there. I didn't know when he would be back but I would be prepared for his arrival.

My leg was throbbing, but I had no other choice than to wait. The basement door was locked so there was no point in trying to climb those stairs and risk more injuries to my leg.

After quite some time, I heard the front door open and I knew that he was back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn't a game anymore, I couldn't fuck this up. It was my only chance to get out of here.

Henry climbed down the stairs and when the back of his tight was in front of me, I plunged the screwdriver into the meaty flesh.

He yelled and fell down the stairs. I took it as my opportunity to run. I ran out of my hiding place and climbed up the stairs. I could hear him getting up and I nearly tripped.

When I exited the basement, I closed the door and locked it. It would only be temporary since he highly had a key on him.

I ran to the front door and opened it. Tears were falling out of my eyes as I escaped his house and ran to the nearest house I could find.

Only, a sharp blind pain in my other leg stopped me from reaching the neighbors' door. I screamed as my wounded leg was gushing out blood.  The motherfucker shot me in the leg.

I fell on the concrete and I groaned as I tried to get up and save myself from this monster. I failed and dragged my body on my forearms, groaning at the effort I was forcing on my body. Henry, faster than the limping mess I was, grabbed my ankles and dragged me towards his house.

"HELP!" I screamed until my voice was cracking.

I trashed against his hold, fighting for dear life against the fate he reserved for me. More blood was pouring out of my wounds, but I didn't care. I wasn't ready to die, I still hadn't told Hayden I loved him.