Under the Dome

Chapter 10

It all happened in a flash.

Once Douglas told me that we're getting out and that he had everything planned out, I almost couldn't believe it. It took me a couple of seconds to process the information in my head.

For one thing, Jr came to let us out. He planned it perfectly right when Mike and Leo left. I never thought I would miss his messy brown head, broad chest, reek of plastic and tea, his straight teeth and dimpled cheeks. But there he was. Hurriedly fumbling the key in the cell lock.

Jr unlocked Douglas's cell before mine. Somehow, Douglas had a gun in his hands, scanning down the hall to ensure the way was clear. While I stumbled out of my cell, every step burned and felt like I had lead built into my bones.

"Are you alright?" Jr asked, holding his hands out in front of him like I was going to fall into them.

"Yeah. Just a little weak. I haven't used my muscles in a long time." I told him honestly. My foot and hip burned, I had to check in case of a fire. But there wasn't, and I sighed in relief.

"You okay to jog?" Douglas asked. He scrunched down beside me and gazed in my eyes with his blue irises. I almost got lost in them.

"I think."

The three of us jogged down the damp hall, with Jr leading the way and me trying to keep up, I could feel Douglas be more restless with every step. We popped back up to the loud room with pumping music and jumping drone - like people.

"Here. Put this on!" Jr yelled over the music.

He handed me jeans, a T-shirt and a hoodie jacket. I quickly pulled the white dress off me, not caring if anyone saw my fresh new scars or my undergarments, and I slipped on my jeans then my shirt and lastly the jacket.

"I'm ready. Let's get the hell out of here." I yelled back.

I didn't have to repeat myself as we were already pushing through the crowd. The sea of people held no interest in us, all they cared about was the irritating music, smoky atmosphere, flashy lights, and humid air.

We bolted back through the pink waterfall room, with two large stair cases hugging the wall that lead to the tube room then the horrifying elevators. Just the thought of the elevators made me want to crawl back in my cell. I guess Douglas felt this in me as he grasped my hand and pulled me to his side.

I have no clue why, but we crossed over the pink river to the other stair case.

We climbed up the stairs, while I took longer to get there. Both boys waited at the top of the stairs; Jr was looking around the corner and Douglas was impatiently waving his hand at me to hurry up. But I could only go as fast as I could.

Being tortured for a month - whipped, drowned, branded, a live punching bag, and an ornament hanging from a cliff - wasn't a happy trip over the rainbow.

My legs wobbled and shook like an earthquake effected it, my vision blurred and blackened in the corners, my lungs felt like they were about to collapse or explode! My whole body felt dead, like it wasn't even my body.

"Jade? Are you okay?" Douglas's voice sounded far away in my ear. His hand was glued to my side; his warmth erupted under my skin and it felt comfortable.

"Jade? Jade! Are you okay with me carrying you?" He asked.

I tried to spit out words but it dead in my throat. I nodded my head yes and he gently picked me up like a bride. He accidentally touched my hip where I was branded, I yelped and bit down on my tongue to yield the screams.

"What happened? You know what, tell me when we are in the elevator. We got to move, we are running behind schedule." Jr pushed us down the dark, narrow hallway.