Ms. Unlucky & The List

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Unlucky Isn’t The Half Of It

I was locked up in a room that had a nice en suite bathroom so I wouldn’t be able to get out using that excuse. I cursed my luck at having been. It was only fitting that the sick girl be nabbed instead of working on her list. I fell on the bed and wanted to scream. Here I was thinking that my life sucked and couldn’t really be that much worse and of course, I just had to be proven wrong.

“I guess my life could always be worse,” I muttered and looked around the room. I noticed there was a door to a balcony but it seemed that there was a key needed to get out of it. I looked around and noticed that there were keys needed for all the windows too. I sighed. I could always just break a window but no telling if that had a state-of-the-art security system installed.

I sat up and looked at the sparse room. I saw a chair and smiled to myself. If I couldn’t get out why did they have to get in? I picked up the chair and quietly placed it under the doorknob. I pounded on the door and asked for them to let me out. I knew that they would get suspicious of me if I was too quiet. I decided to do that every couple of minutes or so. I patted my shorts and felt my phone. I nearly leaped for joy and pulled it out. Lucca had been texting me. I called him.

“Where are you,” he nearly shouted.

“I’m at Zack’s,” I told him.

“That bastard! Antony was unconscious by the time I got there and you were gone. I was so worried about you,” he told me. “Where are you in the house?”

“I’m in a guest room. They locked me in. All the windows and doors have locks on them,” I said. I looked around for something to help me escape.

“Well, we are going to come and get you,” he told me. “Don’t worry; I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” I wanted his words to reassure me but I knew that there wasn’t much he could do for me beyond this sticky situation. I sighed and told him I would remain calm and I would try to find a way out of this room. I hung up on him and sent Lauren a text that I would be staying for a party at Antony’s house. I didn’t wait for a text back as I tucked my phone back into my pocket and went about searching for a way out.

I made my way over to the balcony door and sighed when I couldn’t see a way out of it. I walked over to the window furthest from the front of the house. I was on the far corner so there were windows on two sides of the room. I noticed there was a tree close by that I could get to if I could manage to swing over there. I walked to the bed and pulled off the sheets. I tied them to the pillow cases and a towel to make it long enough. I then secured the makeshift rope to the closet door handled on the inside and then again on the outside. I then grabbed another towel and one of the pillows. I walked over to the window and put the pillow up against the glass.

I prayed that this idea would work right before I put my back against the window and slammed my elbow into the pillow. It hurt my arm but I heard a slight crack from the force. I tried again and got another crack. I looked around for a hard object and smiled when I saw a big block bookend on the shelf, near the door. I gently placed the pillow below the window and went to grab the bookend. I banged on the door and asked to be let out again but only got a grunt in response.

I called him a jerk before I hurried over to the window and repeated the process but with the bookend this time. The glass shattered outward and I sighed when it didn’t draw any attention and no alarms went off in the house. I wrapped the towel around the bookend and got rid of all the sharp pieces of glass on the edges. Once I was in the clear, I lifted my leg to escape but I heard some shouting and it sounded like Zack. I gasped and pulled the curtain over the window and hid the rope in the closet. I put the bookend back and righted the bed, all in a rush. I tucked the pillows under the bedspread and pulled the chair out from under the doorknob.