The Man Of Little Words (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

Chapter 5

What had I gotten myself into? A million questions began running rampant through my head then the only word that popped into my head was "Run." The word repeated itself frantically in one consistent tone, the distant screams pierced my ear drums like freshly sharpened knives. I could only think to barricade myself in the room until I found a route of escape, grabbing the dresser I began shoving it in the direction of the door. While shoving the dresser I discovered it wasn't particle board but instead hardwood, making the task at hand much harder due to the additional weight. I could hear the battle moving from outside to the inside of the house, I had to ignore what was happening to these strangers so I could save my own skin from the people who sheltered, fed, and clothed me the past day and a half. Once the door was structurally sound with the barricade I began to look around the room for the next step in my plan of escape. I noticed the window, I was up on the second story but the fall wouldn't do half the damage this family was clearly capable of. "Okay, alright, now what?" I asked myself as my breathing got shakier with each word. I could pull a classic 'sneaking out the window' scene like I had seen in movies but God knew how old those bed dressings were, meaning they could tear and drop me in a position I don't need to be dropped in. I could feel my skin getting clammy as the seconds ticked by. I approached the window and stared in a helpless daze noticing the roof had a part that covered the first floors windows but conveniently was under mine. My fingers pressed against the pane of the window and pushed up, my muscles began shaking due to the pressure but the old, thick glass didn't budge. Upon closer inspection I realized the open of the sill looked sealed, preventing the window from being opened without breaking it of course. On to the new next step, find something to bash open the window that stood between me and my freedom. The first item on my list to use was the lamps but they were definitely not gonna work due to the glass bases. I couldn't lift the nightstands enough to break the window even if I tried, so that got marked off the list as well. The next thing to be thought of was going out the front door but it would have to be fast and there could be no room for mistake, my life is on the line. Now was the time for waiting.

       After an eternity of waiting in silence, huddled up on the bed I listened closely for any sound of movement from the floor below me. I tiptoed to the barricaded door, mustered all my strength and lifted the the end of the dresser so it wouldn't scrub against the floor. Finally getting the dresser moved just enough for me to squeeze by was a task in itself, I grabbed the doorknob with shaky hands and lifted up as I pulled it open to relieve some pressure from the hinges to hopefully prevent any squeaking. I slipped out into the hallway and did my best to remember which spots the floor creaked in while making quiet moves that resembled closely to the game hopscotch. I made it to the steps and did the same technique with them, halfway down the steps I stopped, hunkered down, and began listening hoping that no one was anywhere close to me and my path. Just then I heard a hushed argument, it sounded as though it was coming from the living room. I tried to slow my breathing so I could listen to the conversation; "You are gonna ruin this for him, Charlie. You've done ruined it for us, this was supposed to be our redemption." One voice said which I came to the conclusion it was Luda I couldn't help but let my brain wander over what they were talking about, well clearly they were talking about the interview but Luda was right, that ship had definitely sailed. But what could she mean by 'Ruin it for him."? "Well we gotta eat, mama. Food doesn't come easy anymore, you know that. I think a thank you is needed here. And who gives a shit if we keep her alive for him, he wouldn't know what to do with her anyway might as well throw her down with the others." I heard the other voice spit, that one had to be Charlie without a doubt. I mentally gagged at the conversation, beginning to get genuinely sick but waited for them to trail off somewhere else. Once I heard nothing but silence I made my way down the rest of the stairs once I was at the bottom I peaked around for any sign of life, that observation coming to a negative I stood and grabbed the door handle, my heart raced with adrenaline, this was it I was going to escape turn these people in and be home free..... Before I could even start pushing it open, the floor creaked from behind me, then Luda's voice broke the deafening silence "Where are you going? We'd be awfully upset if you tried to leave."