Chapter 10
Nights have been passing by, I don't count the days passing, because it's literally dark almost all the time. I don't know how long I've been here, since there is no keeping track of time here.
Ever since my fight with Xylia, the boys separated us from sharing the same room. I now take Xylia room as mine, and don't know where they kept her to be sleeping.
She's been getting on my nerves lately. Always looking for one way or the other to get us into a fight. And the boys will always threaten to bury us alive if we continue with the attitude. Her attitude actually.
This past days, Jaxton has been getting close to me. Trying to make me feel comfortable at once, and feeling the empty friendship space with his intoxicated feelings.
I spend most of times in the room, always looking through the window and thinking of an escape plan. Just like the clue the b!tch said to me.
I've been monitoring everybody's movement in here. The time they step out, the time they come in, the time they also go to bed. And also the time Killian spends outside the night. I've learnt all of it like a simple maths.
Another soup has been placed in front of my table. Brown soup, my favourite. I don't know if this boys plan on ruining my favourite soup.
It looks brownish and disgusting. It's almost like they just mixed in different combination of disgusting ingredients inside it, and serving it out like a brown soup.
“You keep looking at your soup that way and I'll bury your pretty face inside of it.” Jude savagely says.
Xylia is sitting beside him, eating her meal quietly. It's like she's gotten so used to their disgusting way of cooking.
I shouldn't forget she had been under their captive once.
I pick my spoon up and scoop a full spoon of the soup. I swallow it and force the disgusting soup to slide down my throat and settles in my stomach.
My stomach grumbles. Indicates that it doesn't like the taste of the soup.
Tonight is the night I'm carrying out my strategy, and I hope as hell that it'll work. It's Jude turn to watch over me and I know as fuck that he's quite scared of me. Sometimes.
I know that right now, everyone will be retiring to bed, except for Jude on the other hand, who will wait till I take my bath and make sure I fall asleep.
I peer out of the window with my face, the cold wind sending a whip splash on my phone, goosebumps popping out of my skin. I've finished bathing not long ago, I'm still sure Jude is waiting outside.
I found thick clothes from the collection of Xylia wardrobe last night, and I saved for tonight. Knowing fully well how the unfriendly wind is, here.
I inhale and exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I can do this.
A loud knock on the door and my head tilts to the door.
“Are you not through?” He impatiently asks.
“Not yet. Just about taking my shower.” I lie. I'm a good liar at this point. I'm only doing it for the sake of escaping. If I can get away tonight I'll be free, I think.
But what if I don't? I haven't come across this question.
“What the hell have you been doing since? You better hurry the fuck up, or I might have to walk in.”
“Okay. Just give me a minute.” I've tied clothes of fabric before. All I need to do is to throw it out the window and tie it firmly to the window. For safety sake.
