The President's Daughter

Chapter Twenty Two

I really can't handle this.

Immediately, Nick darts out of the room and begins shouting in foreign tongues. Confusion and movement downstairs erupts from people being startled by the gunshots, while yelling becomes music to my ears. With my head in pain, I reach a sitting position before standing up, eager to take this opportunity as a chance to escape. However, there is only one slight problem...

Where shall I escape to?

Not having any action plan, I dart out of the caged cell that could've become my home and turn to my right, only to see the area leads to nothing but more bedrooms. Violent shakes knock me to my feet as I watch in horror as the entire roof collapses onto several people below. I notice Nick is pointing a gun towards what seems like the front door, while boisterous calls are being called from outside.

The sound of gunshots rings in my ears as Nick fires his weapon, which is soon replied to with an entire smattering of bullets. Nick dives to his left side into a doorway before returning more bullets to the opposing side. Not knowing what to do, I continue to watch the conversation of bullets escalate to a full-scale argument as more people of Nick's side pick up rifles and begin to fire them to the other side.

Suddenly, I am knocked to my feet from a sharp blow behind. I roll over and see that someone with black clothing and a black balaclava is about to hit me with the butt of his gun. Just as he is about to hit my, the floor below us gives way and I fall with the rubble to the floor below. I scream, flailing my arms as I continue to fall, knowing that this will inevitably end up in me becoming severely injured. Despite all odds, I manage to land on a soft surface below and soon realise I have landed on a mattress. What are the odds of that?!

Puffing and panting from the action, I sit up on the mattress and dart towards a window, hoping I will be able to use this as my escape point, after all, I don't think the front door will work out to well.

I open the window to as far as it will open before slashing the fly screen with a nearby dinner knife found on a dirty dinner plate. I widen the rip with my hands before steadying myself to climb out.

Without halt, I climb out of the window and land on the damp grass below, crouching down as I land. Just as I am about to run, I am punched on the right side of my face. I stagger away from the impact area, turning my head only to realise the same person who tried to harm me previously was inside the house near the window I had just climbed out of. The person climbs out, landing on the damp grass and slowly approaching me. Realising I will never be able to fight the person, I begin to run towards the main road where several black-coloured cars are parked along the side of the road. I hear footsteps close behind my right on my heels, this only making me more determined to escape.

However, all hopes of freedom are lost as soon as I am tackled to the ground with a gun pointing at the side of my head.