A Night in Murder House//discontinued

Escape Pt. 2

The person holding Cassie dragged her to the wall behind a bookshelf, out of sight from anyone who was looking from the doorway. "Can I trust you to be quiet?" He asked. She nodded. He dropped the hand covering her mouth but still gripped her wrist tightly. She turned around and finally saw his face. It was Tate.

Her gaze immediately shifted to the door when she heard footsteps. She and Tate pressed against the wall as tightly as they could. Cassie's muscles tensed. When the person walked into the room however, Cassie saw that it was Violet Harmon. She turned and saw us. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Tate.

"Leave her alone. She doesn't deserve any of the things that your sick twisted mind can think of," she said. Her voice was like a knife, her words practically sinking into Cassie's flesh. Tate flinched, but he did not let go of Cassie. He moved in front of her protectively. "I'm not going to hurt her, I swear". His voice was pleading. "Help me get her out of the house," he said. His invitation sounded hopeful, but it had an edge to it that Cassie assumed meant that he thought Violet would not believe him.

Violet stared at him for a moment, then whispered, "Fine. But if you're helping her, prove. Let her walk to me." Tate let go of Cassie's wrist and she hesitantly took a few steps toward Violet. Violet's expression softened. "You need to get out of here," she whispered. She put up a hand and motioned for Cassie to wait as she stepped out into the hallway. She stepped back in a moment later and motioned for Tate and Cassie to follow. They slowly crept down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. This time Tate took the lead while Violet and Cassie stayed. He came back two minutes later. They followed. The group had almost made it to the front door when a dark haired young woman appeared in front of them and said "Not so fast. Where do you think you're going?"

Tate again stepped protectively in front of Cassie and Violet grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs. They heard yelling from down stairs but didn't stop. They tried to hide in a room but two red haired boys covered in scratches stopped them. Violet violently pulled Cassie away from the boys into another room. Cassie felt like her heart was going to beat out her chest. She was terrified. Her limbs felt like lead as she ran behind Violet, barely able to keep up.

"I should have never come here," Cassie said quietly. Violet was attempting to open the window in the room that they were in. When she could not open it, she tried to break by slamming a thick book into it, but the window was to thick. "Shit," Violet said. "You need to get out of here. How? How?" Violet kept on muttering while Cassie stood, panting and shaking from fear. She felt violently ill. She was covered in cold sticky sweat and the anxiety was making her nauseous.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Tate ran in and grabbed Cassie's hand. "Try to hold off the others!" He yelled to Violet. He pulled her out out of the room and pulled a cord on the ceiling at the end of the hall. She heard Violet and the woman yelling and screaming. "GO AWAY HAYDEN! Leave her alone!" Violet screamed. Tate pushed her up the ladder to the attic, following close behind. Amazing that they do t even know me, yet they're still helping me, Cassie thought.

Tate open a small window in the attic. It was dark and Cassie could only see things directly in front of her.

"If you climb to the roof and go to the back of the house, there is thick ivy that you can climb down. Then you need to get the fuck out of this goddamn place," Tate said. "Good luck." 

"Thank you," she said in return. He planted a kiss on the top of her head and climbed down the stairs. Cassie carefully climbed out of the window and grabbed onto the bricks of the wall. She did as Tate said and climbed to the top and onto the roof. Only she was not alone. The young woman, Hayden was there waiting.

"I can't let you leave. That's not fair to the rest of us," she said. "No, please, you don't have to," Cassie said in a calm voice that relayed the exact opposite of the emotions she was feeling on the inside. Hayden smiled. There was a sick gleam in her eyes. And then she pushed Cassie over the edge.

Cassie remembered reading somewhere in a book that if you fell from a distance of thirty feet or over, you had better be landing on a thickly padded surface. Unfortunately the well kept grass of the murder house was no thickly padded surface.