Escape ~ S.Harrington

43} Just Shove My Ass!

"No," Steve took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, but failed, "Jenna, you are NOT allowed to steal that Monopoly I've been trying to get for the past hour. How much do you want for it?"
"Oh, I want nothing," She waved the card in the air, "It's fucking Boardwalk, why the hell would I trade that?"
"Jenna does make a fair point," Alice agreed.
"Shut up already," Robin whined, "My turn. Oh... I got a 9. Haha, I've officially bought the last property on the board!"
"Damn it!" Dustin threw his cash on the ground, "Now, I'm only left with 3 properties and $225 bucks. I'm screwed!"
"Well, so this can simmer down a bit," Jenna placed her property cards on the floor in front of her, "Let's try and form a plan; how do we get in that room?"
"How about I knock the guys out?" Steve leaned his back against Jenna's bed post.
"I have better odds of doing that, Superman," Jenna leaned next to him.

"What would lead into there?" Robin started to think aloud.
"No clue," Alice shrugged, "Ooooh, we could dig a hole!"
"We could try and steal a keycard," Dustin suggested, ignoring Alice.
"That would be too risky," Jenna shook her head.
"We can try to think more in the morning," Steve yawned, "For now, let's keep the capitalism fighting going."
"I'm down," Alice picked her money back up to count through it.
"Fine," Jenna rolled her eyes.
"What's the sleeping arrangements?" Robin asked.
"Girls in here," Jenna gestured around her room, "Boys in with Dustin."
"But this is my room, too," Steve turned to her with puppy dog eyes and a pout.
"Not tonight," Jenna fake smiled back at him, "Now, give me $5 you landed on my property."
"Oh, you asshole."
"Love you, too, Harrington!"

The group kept on living in their little, happy, Monopoly world while Jenna was slowly fading out of it as each turn went by. A weird sensation was coming over her, a sensation like her normal ones except slightly stronger.
"I, um, have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," She excused herself from the game.
She went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, trying to get the horrid images out of her head. Images of melted flesh, scampering rats, and—weirdly enough—Billy ran through her mind.
Please, just stop. I know you're there, so you don't have to keep reminding me.

Everything flashed rapidly in her mind to the point where she almost started to scream.
"Jenna?" Steve knocked at the door, "You alright in there?"
"I don't really know, to be honest," Her voice shook.
"Can I come in?"
"Please."
Steve opened the door to find Jenna crying on the floor of the bathroom with blood dripping out of her nose.
"Hey, what happened?" He immediately sat down next to her.
"I think it's back. It won't leave me alone."
"We- We can talk later about that. Just come here, Jen. I've got you."
The two sat on the floor, just sitting in one another's arms. At some point, Steve grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and started to clean up Jenna's face.
"Thanks, Steve."
"Anytime, Jen."
"I'm scared."
"I know. Let's just pretend everything's normal for now, 'kay? Give yourself a break for the night."
"I'll try my best as long as my mind calms down."
"It will. Just give it time."
Yeah, time I don't fucking have.

~

"So, here's the rundown of what I've figured out," Dustin started to explain his findings to Steve, Robin, and Jenna after he'd spied on the door all morning, "There's a keycard that opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with the keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever happens to be in the room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it."
"I know we already talked a bit about this last night," Robin joined in, "But there's gotta be a way in."
"Well," Steve blew into his hat, bored out of his mind, "You know... I could just take him out."
"We already talked about this," Jenna looked over at Steve, "No. You can't win a fight. I've kicked your ass in a fight. Now, what makes you believe that you have the best odds of beating someone up, or even believe that is the best plan?"