With Robin.

10

My face gets hot as I watch 'Robin's' clothes fall on the floor around him. I stress the idea of taking a peek form under the bed. He rushes around the room picking up random items of clothes from the floor, sniffing them and then throwing them on no longer in his sleepy daze.

I feel my heart jump into my throat as his hand starts to skim the floor under the bed, I stiffen and stare at his now clothed arm. Right next to my head is his bowler hat, something that the funeral crasher has worn every time I've had the pleasure to see him. I silently push it in Robins direction hoping he'll take it then leave. His hand comes in contact with the hat and I internally sigh in relief, glad that's over. 

I listen out as the door clicks shut after him, I hope to god he didn't just lock it. It smells like cheese and B.O in here and I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with that. I quietly get out from under the bed and make my way over to the door, yup he locked it. Great that's just what I need, thanks Robin. I turn back around and look around the now light room, it's very obvious that it belongs to a boy I'll say that. His carpet is nearly not at all visible under that mountains of clothing and random objects, his bed sheets looks as if it they have never been changed judging by the various dubious stains that are littered across the entirety of his bed. 

Moving swiftly on, I grin at the sight of a window boarded up wooden planks and curtains. I skip over to it and start to pull at the boards. Well, I'll give it to him, he did a good job at ensuring the planks wont budge. I growl under my breath, just when I think I have a chance at getting out of this damn room.

I look around the room for something to break either the door or preferably the window. I walk over to the chest of drawers that live up against the wall and start to rummage through them, I find mostly things that are either deeply worrying such as a vast amount of condoms and half empty cigarette packets or scrunched up wrappers and other useless things. I move on the next draw and I'm surprised by what I find. On the very top of mostly rubbish a creased picture lies, in it is a younger looking Robin who is grinning next to Loveday who is placed with the same grin. Is Loveday his sister? She's not old enough to be his mother but is probably too old to be his girlfriend, unless he's into older women but who am  I to judge.

I shake my head free of the thoughts that are preventing me form planning my escape, and continue to go though his things. I would feel bad for doing such a thing usually but he did the same to me, so I just call it getting even.

A smile stretches across my face as I find a rusted hammer among the other random objects he keeps in his cabinet. I walk to the window, wheedling my holy grail in both hands. I start to pull the nails out one by one using the teeth on the back of the hammer, enjoying it just a little to much.

15 minuets and about 50 splinters later, I finally get the last plank off the window. I look out the clouded window and cringe at the steep drop. About 10 feet below Robins window is a small balcony, I don't know what I'm risking by getting on that balcony but nothing could be more torcher then Robins pungent B.O. Thankfully the window opens with ease, plenty big enough for my petite body to clamber out of without difficulty.                 

I hang my body out the window as close to the balcony as I can to try and prevent the drop being that painful. I clench my eyes tightly and let go of the windowsill. I land in a crouching position with my eyes still squeezed closed.

I open my eyes after a good few seconds of contemplating if I am alive or not and look around, I look into the big French doors with my hands cupped around my eyes on the other side lives a fancy looking bedroom. I jiggle the door handle and to my surprise it twists right open, with minimal nose.

I hesitantly step into the room looking both ways to make sure there is no one else in the room, thankfully it looks empty. I take in the room and note how much nicer it is compared to Robins dump of a room, it has a neatly made big four post bed with a large, padlocked hope chest at the foot of the bed and a wardrobe in the corner. Sadly the smell of this room really is no better then Robins was, just my luck.

I walk to the door to make sure it's open and thankfully it is. I grin and open the door, I stick my head out and look both ways down a long straight hallway. I grin and step out the room, closing it behind myself.

I walk down the hall and turn the corner, I should probably start looking for that casket now. A set of wooden rickety looking stairs lay in front of me, I take small steps forwards loud chatter getting louder as I do so. I look out in front of myself at a large eating hall type place, with a large table which is swarmed by many people who are chattering over each other.

A hawk makes a loud squawking nose making all the chatter to stop, the fat man sat at the head of the table stands up from his chair and looks around the room along with the others at the table. I shrink back a little, thinking that he some how knows I'm here. I take a step backwards and two hands grab my upper arms, I shriek in shock and start to fight against the two man pulling me down the stairs.

I fight with the man each step down the stairs but it seems to hardly phase them. They drag me to the now standing crowd of people and kick the back of my legs making me kneel in front of the short fat man. 

Fuck.