Never Letting Go (Scömìche)

Chapter Six - Escape

Day Five - Week One - Nine Days Left

SCOTT

I gained consciousness in the darkness. My head pounded like it had been hit by a flying brick. In a way, it had. It had been smashed against the hard, damp concrete floor as I fell. I felt like I was spinning, yet I didn't know if I actually was. My head was still coated with the pitch black bag that had been thrown over my head last night.

My hands were tied behind me with rope. They seemed to be attached to the chair I was sat on. The rope burnt immensely against my wrists as I panicked, struggling to move. A masked figure cloaked in a very dark black coat held the material in their hands and removed it from me. I tried to look up yet the strong figure didn't agree. They pushed me back and I fell to the floor, my head painfully bouncing against it.

I tried to resist shouting but I couldn't hold it back any longer. I let out a shriek of anger. The figure now towered over me and kicked me constantly in the abdomen. It hurt like hell but I held back my screams and my tears. Great job, Scott. That really helped you.

Time passed slowly, and I was still resting on the floor, tied to a fallen chair. The constant sound of ticking erupted from a clock which sat above a doorway, the door now shut and secure. I glanced at the clock.
9:55
10:00
10:25
And then the clocked stopped. The lights suddenly went out and I was left shivering in the cold, damp and dark room. That was until I saw a light emerge from under the door. And then it flew open. A figure I recognised stood in the light. I smiled.
Alex.

He ran towards me, stress and worry struck on his face. He grasped the rope and with a quick slit of a pocket knife, which he just so happened to have in his pocket, he set me free from the tight, burning rope.

We ran. We ran as far as we could until we didn't know where to go anymore. I turned to him and looked into his eyes. I smiled and he returned it. But there was something up with him. Something I couldn't quite explain. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight. He closed his eyes and he relaxed. Alex was calm and I was so comfortable. I looked at him. A grin spread across his entire face; a grin which didn't seem like joy.

"Scott..." He mumbled, the mysterious look still sat on his face. "Oh, how I've missed you..."