Noticed Only By Him

Chapter 12: Breaking out

Chapter twelve~

After sleeping the whole day in the car, I really wasn't tired. Instead of just lying in bed where I knew that there wasn't a chance I would fall asleep, I decided to sit on the edge of the bed and go through the pile of clothes that Jason and Logan had left for me.

My fingers bushed over a satin material and I pulled it out of the pile, holding it up by the straps. I was a red, low cut, V-neck lingerie top that had red lace for straps and also went along the neckline.

"Skimpy enough pajamas?" I thought aloud and laughed to myself. Boys will be boys.

Well I guess that's what I was going to have to wear for bed. I've been wearing this bikini and these clothes for two days straight, which was absolutely gross so I would be happy to get into just about anything other than what I was currently wearing.

I practically sprinted into the bathroom, and spoiled myself with a forty minute shower.

When I finally pushed myself to get out, the room smelt like strawberry body wash and the mirrors were completely fogged up. My fingers traced a smiley face on the mirror while I towel dried my hair and I slipped the satin shirt over my arms and pulled on the matching red pajama pants I had found.

After I was satisfied in being clean and dry, I walked out of the bathroom and went over to the door and twisted the knob. Yup. I was definitely locked in- and I hated the feeling.

I felt trapped. Like a cat who has just been cornered by a Rottweiler.

Now, I'm used to being alone, but being stuck in a room with no way to escape made my stomach twist into knots. My palms were sweaty and my head was pounding. Deep breaths weren't helping and I concluded that the only way to calm me down was to somehow get out of here.

I know Jason said that I wasn't allowed to do anything stupid like running away, but I wouldn't classify this as running away, I would come back- but when I was good and ready.

What he didn't know couldn't hurt him. I'll just have to be really quiet when I left.

I sat on the floor scheming of a way to get out of this hell-hole, even if it was just for a little while.

I threw on a sweater that was lying on the bed and ripped the sheets off of the bed.

My hands worked fast as I tied the sheets together, knotting them tight.

It felt as if I was inside of a movie as I made a rope out of blankets- thanks Disney!

When I was finished making my blanket rope, I bunched up the sheets in my arms and wobbled over to the balcony door and opened it. Thank goodness he wasn't smart enough to lock this too.

A grin rose on my face as I realized that I had outsmarted Jason at something. That boy really underestimated me.

I tossed the sheets over the balcony, still holding one end. I leaned over the railing and I could see that the other end of the blanket was still a meter or two off of the ground. Oh well, I'll just have to jump the rest of the way down.

Tying the end of the blanket I held in my hands to the railing, I prayed that the knots I made were going to be strong enough to support my 115 pound body as I lifted my leg above and around the other side of the balcony.

I was standing with my back to the house, the pit in my stomach growing bigger and bigger as the strong wind up here threatened to blow me away. If I stayed up here much longer, I'd likely fall to my death so I knew it was now or never.

Crouched as low as I could, I gripped the side of the rail to keep me balanced and lowered my leg, wrapping my ankle around the blanket sheet.

"It's not that high. It's not that high Jillian." I tried calming the racing heartbeat in my chest.