Locked up with the bad boy.

Chapter 2: ''Just laugh dude.''

Brenton Thwaites as Ash Winter.

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It was now 11:00pm and I have to pee, really bad but finding an empty bathroom in this mansion of a house is close to impossible. I had been searching for 20 minutes when I finally found one on the second floor pretty far away from the earsplitting loud music so it was now at a pretty nice distance but I could still hear it but I could also hear my own thoughts again.

Hello inner voice long time no see.

The bathroom was pretty nice, yeah that was an understatement. This bathroom was magical and way nicer than it probably should be. It had a jacuzzi bathtub, I love those, a rain shower that was bigger than my whole bathroom back home and don't get me started on just the size of this room. Of course it had the toilet and the sink, correction: three sinks in a row, and it was all matched in white and silver.

How much money does these people spend on a freaking bathroom, this makes me scared to see what this kid's bedroom looks like.

After doing my business, you know pee and all that comes after that, I walk to the door to get out and back to my friends that have taken more than just two drinks. Traitors, the deal was two or less drinks guys. That's when I realize as I pull on the handle trying to open the damn door that I'm locked in, I can't get out and the door isn't even locked. I can see the little green sign above the lock which shows that I'm suppose to be able to open this stupid door, but noooo I'm locked in a freaking bathroom and can't get out.

So like any sane person I start banging on the door and screaming for help. I don't do confined spaces okay! It brings up a lot of bad memories that I would rather have buried down deep in the darkest parts of my mind and never to see the light of day again. Especially the memory of him.

''HEY! ANYONE! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!'' I scream and I can hear my voice breaking on the 'please' and the panic attach that is sure to break out soon lift to the surface.

Breath girl, just take deep breaths, you can do this. Just call Amy or Carly they will help you, just take deep breaths Benny.

I reach down for my phone that's in my small black purse I took with me to the party where I stuffed everything I would need for tonight, such as my cellphone, car keys and pepper-spray. You never know, right? But as I put my hand on what's suppose to be my purse I slap my thigh.

Oh no! This can not be happening!! You're locked into a bathroom and no one can hear you over the damn music not that anyone would be in this part of the freaking house, way to go Benny. You're such a freaking genius.

So plan C it is then, is it gonna be a break down or maybe jump from the window? As the thought of the window enters my mind I run over to it and see of I can open it, and thank the heavens I can. When it's opened I look down and take in a quick breath, well this are going to hurt. The only thing that's directly under the window is the ground and I'm on the second floor. Do I jump? Nja maybe not. But as I'm about to move my head back inside I spot what's left to the window, a roof. YAAAS!