Unbreakable

perfect

I was on the couch listening to the rain drizzle on the rooftop, hearing the crack of lightening and the drum-roll of thunder. It soothed me from what has been going on, which no girl would want to have to deal with. Mr. Davis, who now insists I call him Jake, already arranged a priest to arrive at the house, he wasn't a big interest in fancy weddings with people ready to take me back to my real home. So far, 4 weeks had passed by and my belly had the smallest bulge from the baby. I ate more than I would've ever, but still threw up in the morning. Jake was always here though, he still went to work and taught and I stayed here with my handy dandy nail filer, sawing through the metal of the bars. Matt and I would talk all the time while I worked on the bars. If I can escape once, I can escape again. It gave me hope knowing that it wasn't impossible to leave this retched place, this hell-hole.

"So...how long do you think it will be until you're able to leave?" Matt asked me from across the house. I shrugged my shoulders and mainly focused on scraping the metal, grinding it down with my small, falling apart nail-filer.

"I'm hoping maybe a few more weeks, but the nail-filer is about to break off...I need a new one" I informed him. He nodded his head and promised he would get me a better nail-filer. It made me smile, knowing that he was still going to help me escape my imprisonment. We both created a way for us to send messages to eachother, he got a bucket, hopped the fence over here and I got a string lowering it so he can tie it to the end. That way we can both send eachother stuff. We would write letters back and forth sometimes, because there were times where talking was plain boring, and writing a letter made it seem more adventurous. More exciting than it was even in the beginning.

"Well, don't worry when you get out, you can't go home...it's the first place he'll look. You can't go here either..." he told me. I agreed with him and we began to plan my escape. Once all the bars were cut off, I would find a rope, tie it to my waist and tie it to a giant chair, squeeze through the window and just go down because once the chair is getting pulled from my weight it won't be able to go through the window so it will anchor me on the side of the house as I lower myself. Full proof. I hope.

"Where will I go? I'm going to be having a baby in 8 months or so, I can't have the thing on the streets!" I said wildly. He nodded his head and began to think again.

"Well maybe you can hide in the backyard, because when he knows you're gone he won't be looking around the house, he'll be looking at the places you would go" he thought out. I grinned at him and said, "If I were over there I swear I would kiss you right now! That's brilliant!"

He smiled and said "Thank you"

"You're going to have to come over here though, he'll go over there" I warned him.

"Yeah that's true"

"I'm so excited...I can't wait to get out of here. Only 2 more bars to go now" I informed him and smiled wildly. He returned the smile warmly and watched me work my way out of here. I heard the front door open and close loudly, making my warm grin vanish. "Oh no...I have to go"

"I'll see you tomorrow"

"Nope not tomorrow, it's Saturday tomorrow. I'll see you in two days" I told him. He had this sad look on his face when I closed the window and left, leaving the drapes flowing over it. I tried to tame my hair as quick as possible before Jake came up here. I smoothed it down and combed my fingers through it, getting all of the tangles out.

"honey?" he called out to me from downstairs.

"I'm upstairs honey! Just combing my hair!" I replied back, feeling the word honey as bitter instead of sweet. My ears picked up thundering feet coming up the stairs, so he must be in a hurry to see me. The door opened and his head peeked in, a small smile when he fixed his eyes upon me.