The Hidden Box

Desperation

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Matt

The apartment was exactly the same as we had left it. I wondered if his men were watching us while I spoke to Sarah. How did they know? It was stupid of me to be surprised. He had wanted it for a long time, the fact that he had shown so much of patience itself was extraordinary. Now if I just could find that box, everyone would get what they wanted. I would get Sarah, she would be immensely happy living with me and he would get his object of desire.

One  would think that after living so long with her I would even know what brand and types of make-up she used. The thing was that she really was open with me. No one would believe me if I told them that she was not actually an open book, which she was - but when it came to the box, she would be elusive. Hiding her feelings about it from me or change the topic so fast that I wouldn't be able to backpedal our conversation at all. Where had all this led her? only to more pain. Well, if she wasn't going to help herself then I was.

Determinedly, I searched the entire house and every hidden spot I knew of....

4 hours had passed and still no sign of the book. Not even a clue. I had grown more nervous as the hours and ticked away. I had wasted too much time. Damn the box. It was about time I went and found her before she got hurt.

Sarah

Upon hearing my remark, my captor had a puzzled look on his face. He kept quiet for a few seconds going through what I had just said. For some reason I couldn't help but feel that his grey eyes looked like mine, as if they were the same eyes I had looked at  in the mirror this morning. His hair was greying almost to the point of becoming white, but he was still muscular and strong and I couldn't hope to defeat him physically if it came to that. For a second I pictured a much younger version of him holding a baby girl and smiling. Before I could fully comprehend what I had just imagined, the image vanished from my mind, but I couldn't help but notice the striking similarity of the eyes. Just then, he spoke up, shaking me up from my thoughts.

"Don't pretend that you don't know anything....you are just like your mother. Seems innocent but just like her you are not!" he muttered the last part, probably not his intention for me to hear it.

"How do you know my mother ?", I asked perplexed with his words.

"Come here Bill, take care of her", he called out to a man standing near him. I clenched my fists, if not tied up I would definitely not have let him leave until he answered  me.

Before leaving he whispered into Bill's ear, "Don't let her get into your head". The man nodded and my captor walked off. I spat on the floor in disgust just before Bill slapped me. Hard. The outline of his fingers burned into my cheek and felt like it was on fire.

Bill came slightly closer and seeing my chance I kicked him hard in the shin with all my strength. He stumbled slightly and before he could do anything else I whirled my chair around and pushed him down with it. The moment he hit the floor I kept hitting him with the chair legs. Nothing was going on in my head except the sensation of pain and the desire to give it to these men.

Bill's groans were loud. I had to escape before someone heard him and realized something was wrong. But how could I run away? My hands were tied to the chair and my feet were bound together. My chest felt heavy and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't see clearly due to those stupid saline drops. I blindly thrashed the chair and in the process- my hands to the wall. There were several wooden boxes stacked nearby, I didn't understand why I was facing them the door  was just next to it, so I turned around in order to calm myself and not look at it. My hands felt wet, so I whirled my fingers round and round, hoping that it would would lessen the pain when suddenly one f the boxes moved.

I stood frozen, being cautious of the fact that someone else was in the room. Bill was slightly passed out but apart from him and me the room was bereft of living beings. I felt guilty looking at Bill but now was no time to have such emotions or else I'd have to pay a hefty price. Who knew how theses goons would make me repent for harming him.

Suddenly, I saw Matt. I didn't realize how much I missed him until he actually came in front of me. Just then I noticed the the goons holding him. "Where is Sarah?" he asked. That's when it striked them that I was gone. My eyes widened. They would catch me for sure now. Desperately I tried freeing my hands and luckily they were slippery enough to slip past the rope.

I wished that the boxes would just fall over those men and suddenly they just did.

Whatever was in those boxes was very heavy as the goons fell to the floor and sadly alongwith them so did Matt. I didn't want to escape like this. Not with Matt having been captured. He would be tortured. They would make me come back by using Matt as bait. I wished he never cared about me. No one should be hurt because of me.

Thinking this, I quietly sat down on the chair. I looked down to see the catalyst of freeing my arms from the rope - blood. My hands were bleeding. I looked up straight ahead making the best poker face I could so that the unconscious man and several others laying on the floor before me would not be considered my doing. Hopefully.

There was a jug of water kept nearby. I could use it to wake up Matt! I got up to walk towards it but fell flat on my face. My legs were still tied up. My hands burned upon making contact with the floor. Bill was slowly gaining  consciousness. I put my hands into his pockets, hoping to find something sharp. My already bleeding hands got scraped by something. Closing my eyes I tried pulling it out. A blade. Fighting back my tears I started cutting through the rope around my ankles. "This is for Matt", I kept telling myself.

After what seemed like an eternity, my legs were freed but all the men in the room were recovering quickly but were still squished under the boxes somehow. It wasn't even many people. Just two guys bringing Matt in and another guy who was walking behind them, probably someone who heard Bill's screams.

But still, even with such less people it was gonna be hard for us to escape since the doorway was narrow and theses bodies were blocking it. But I had to try at least. So I tried to carry the wooden crate but it was so heavy and the fact that my palms were all scraped and bloody was not making matters better. How did they fall in the first place?

I decided to solve that mystery another time and focus on Matt for now. If he woke up now he would be able to roll over from under the box, not very much of it was on him. I poured water over his face. He was my link to the past. I needed to get these men off of my back forever. 

When Matt opened his eyes I felt a huge sense of relief. I held his hand and nudged him. Once he was on his feet I whispered into his ear, "we need to get out of here". But before he could react my primary captor appeared in the doorway.

He looked at the chaos I had caused with disbelief. I was definitely going to be dealt with severely. I felt so sick that I would just throw up.