Chapter 10

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I woke up not knowing where I was. I was tied to a post I think. I couldn't really move all that much. I looked at my surroundings. it was bright enough to see. it looked like a old cabin.  the door had a little hole in the middle. I was sweating a little and my foot was asleep. then the thought came to mind, where's James. I panicked,  I was hoping he wasn't dead. beside me was another rope.it was connected to mine. I followed the rope trail, it led to a foot. ''James'' I could barley wrench it out of my throat. the foot pulled back. ''sky'' I heard come out of his voice.

''oh my god are you ok'' I said. he showed his face it was beaten up pretty bad. ''are you ok'' he asked. ''yeah I'm fine'' I said ''where are we''. he looked around ''we must be in Ryan's little hide out''. his eyes grew wide once he realized where we were. ''we got to get out of here'' he said wiggling around. he looked at the mirror next to  me. ''can you break that'' he asked. I looked at it, it was all dusty. I kicked it, crackle. the glass started to crack. I kicked again, it crackled even more. this time I kicked it really hard and glass broke everywhere. ''great, now pass me a piece''  he said. I passed him a shard of glass and it slid across the floor. He grabbed it with his free hand and cut the rope around his other. he had rope marks around his wrist. he looked down at his ankle and cut the rope around it. he crawled to me and kissed me. the satisfaction of his lips on mine made me get the taste of Ryan's off my lips. 

''I am so sorry'' he said kissing me and cutting at the same time,'' I didn't mean for any of this to happen''.  when he cut the final rope I reached around his neck and pulled his head toward me. I stood up, with him not letting go. all of a sudden the door creaked open and there stood the brown haired kid. ''Ryan'' he yelled outside. ''oh crap'' James said. then I tripped over the arm chair landing on James. ''ow'' he said looking down at my leg. I looked down at it blood coming out of the cut from a piece. he picked me up and he ran to the door with me limping behind him.

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