The Deadly Dance

Chapter 14: Morning of Day Fifteen

After leaving the room, I go searching for my bag. I stumble my vision gets blurry from the blood loss and tears. My mind circling back to Ella's lifeles body on the floor. I want to scream. The pain mentally and physically was unbearable. I never thought that Lucas had people for him. Though it makes sense. I keep stumbling around, using walls and furniture to support me. I turn left than right.

Finding my bag has proven to be difficult when you have no sense of direction. Though, somehow I found myself back in the ballroom, my bag lying on the floor. My blood pours everywhere as I grab my phone out of my bag and turn it on. The battery is low. I was shocked to see that it was Thursday, meaning I had been here for five days. I assumed I was drugged most of the time. I currently have one bar of service so I start dialing the number for emergencies, but with the blood on my phone screen, it doesn't recognize the touch well. I wip my hands and phone on my clothes and try again. I pressed nine, then one.

But I was grabbed before I could type the last number. My phone fell to the ground and shattered. I went to scream, but the person behind me covered my mouth. I begin typing to fight the person off. "Shh, it's okay. Calm down, Emma, it's just me." I paused... " M-Mark" I managed to get out and turned around, hugging him. Tears streamed down my face. "She's dead, Mark; Ella's dead." He rubs my back, and we stand there for a while.

After I calmed down, I got a weird feeling which caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. I stepped away from Mark. "What are you doing here, Mark?" Mark's facial expression changed, and he looked completely unlike himself; he looked evil. "Are you working for Lucas?" I continued stepping further back, and Mark started stepping towards me. "Of course not, Emma; why would you think that?" Mark exclaims.

"Let's get you to the hospital, Emma. You're bleeding a lot." He says this out of concern, but a part of me doesn't trust him. He goes to grab my wrist, and I yank it away. "NO! I'm not leaving until you tell me why you're here, and I want the truth," I yell. He chuckles, "Oh, Emma, I should've expected this from you; you were always a smart cookie." In a quick movement, Mark pushed me against a wall, plunging a knife into my abdomen. I yelled in pain and dropped to the ground. Then again, I feel the knife stab me, but this time in both my legs. "I didn't want it to come to this, Emma, but you left me with no choice." I feel a sharp pain in my body that causes me to faint.