Emerald secrecy (#wattys2015)

Chapter 8

For the last couple of days I've been living in a grey room. There was a bed, a toilet, shower and some other stuff but that's not important.
I haven't seen Estella or anyone since...since
I've only seen the odd guard here and there.

I remember so clearly what had happened after I was driven off in the car. As if it was yesterday. It gave me cold shivers everywhere.

The car journey was pure silence, I was feeling queasy,I didn't know how long we've been driving,a couple hours maybe? All I could think about was Lisa. Her expression, I remember it so clearly when the gun was pointed towards her neck. Blank . Just nothing, no feeling, as if she was now numb to this treatment. I needed to find a way out,not only for me ,for both of us.

I felt a nudge, it was her. Estella passed a phone towards me. A little spring of hope rushed inside me, but, died down quickly
"Call your parents, say your not visiting them"
I was shocked, how did she...?
You know what never mind,I was sinking myself into something I probably couldn't get out of. She knew where we lived. I dialled my parents number, it was answered with a bright hello. My queasiness got worse.

"Hey mom, it's me Linda" I tried to keep the nerve out of my voice, I think it was working
"Oh sweetie! Hello how are you?!"
"I'm good, look mom, I'm really sorry I can't visit you this summer..." My voice became a squeak. How could I do this, I had to keep reminding myself what situation I was in.
There was no reply back, after a few coughs from my mom she spoke.
"Ok.. That's ok... Don't worry," the call ended.
I passed back the phone and immediately started to cry.

So here I was, sitting on my bed, staring at the door wanting so badly an angel to come and free me.
I sighed, what use was this, sitting here thinking of unrealistic miracles. I sighed again. I haven't seen Lisa, I wondered every night what she was doing, if she was okay.

At least I had my clothes though, they kept me from the brink of going mad. The hope of home. The hope of going back. I still couldn't believe they want me to go to France. I mean for what exactly! Fury was started to rise in me. Tears stung in my eyes. I had to stop crying. I had to pick myself up and save myself. I fell back on my bed, breathing in and out, thinking of something.

I felt something hard prick my back. My hand trailed to my back pocket and took something cold out. I placed it in front of my eyes and my mouth hung open. In my hands that, I stupidly forgot, was the access card that I stole from that guard. Surely it would allow me to break free?
On it had a faded picture of Tom, he's probably been working for a long time. I went up to my door where there a little window and a keypad. I slid my arms threw the window and stretched towards the keypad, the card slid through.
Beep!
The door unlocked

Now to find Lisa.

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