Unforgettable

Chapter 2 I "Because I can't stop."

He was right, I had to leave. I needed to get away from this beast as quick and as far as possible. The way he looked at me, how he made me feel...it was fucked up. Completely fucked up. I mean this whole situation was just- well fucked up.

Back in the room upstairs, I looked out the window. Thy were locked and I didn't have the knowledge on how to open them. So he lied. He did lock me in here somehow. But a locked window wouldn't keep me here. That surreal encounter made my confidence grow and my will to flee grow bigger. I opened a door, finding what I expected- a bathroom. There wasn't much in here. Soap, shower gel and shampoo, as well as a few towels. Nothing to break a window with.

The toilet. It was absurd, but if I managed to get the toilet lit off it, I could use the hard material to break in a window. I opened the lid, feeling how hard the stone was. This could work. I could see the metal screws and started to make them move. I believe it is karma that made it possible for me to actually get it undone. But the second I had both screws lose; I hear the sound of a door opening. Seconds later, a woman my age stood in front of me. Well, I sat in front of the toilet, so show towered over me.

"What are you doing?" She asks confused.

"I got sick." I reply instantly, knowing how to lie when I needed to.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know the drugs had those side-effects." She shrugged, looking concerned actually.

I just shrugged, playing along.

"Well, you should rest until you feel better. I brought food-" she paused, looking at my position. "But I don't think you want that, right?" She tries to lighten the mood with her playful comment. Actually, I was dying to eat, but the fear of getting drugged again was too big. So I shook my head. She may look friendly, but I couldn't trust her. "Mhh, you're probably all out of electrolytes. At least have some juice to get your strength back." She rushes back to the bedroom, returning with a huge glass of what looks like apple juice in her hand. Kneeling in front of me, she hands me the glass. But I didn't move. She looks sincerer and truly worried. Well, she must have a great poker face.

"No, hank you." I decline, hoping she doesn't see the loose screws.

"Oh no, what did he do to you?" she shakes her head, observing me. "It's not poisoned, believe me. We just want you to get your strength back."

To do what exactly? I think. Sell me to a sex trafficker. Or are you the sex traffickers?

"I'm good." I tell her, wanting to get her out of this room, so I could keep up with my plan.

"I know you don't trust me and that's okay, just eat and drink something. It'll make you feel better, I promise." She offers me a small smile. "I'll be downstairs if you need me. Try and get some rest." Her perfectly manicured fingers give my shoulder a gentle squeeze before she stands and leaves me alone again.

Click.

The second the door fell shut, I stand up and get the toilet seat lose. It was a wonder this worked. Now I could only hope the glass will break and nobody hears it. I knew I had only two or three tries until someone would notice the sounds. So I studied the window for a second before I started. With all my power and strengths, I pulled the marble toilet seat above my head and then-

Crack. A hundred pieces of glass fell to the ground a fresh breeze of air hit my face.

Success.

Not wasting any more time in this god forsaken room, I went to escape. I tried to not step into any glass, but when I felt something warm on the sole of my feet, I knew I cut myself. That something to worry about later. The adrenaline made me think fast and forget the pain momentarily, so I climbed through the window. Facing downwards. It was a good three meters. What the hell. A broken bone over a life full of misery in this prison? I'd take it any day. The base of the window was covered in glass and the pieces that didn't brake pointed upwards and would cut me. Carefully, I stepped over it and without thinking twice, I jumped.