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Chapter 18. The Escape Plan

[a/n]: aghhh i wanted this chapter to be perfect so hopefully this didnt escalate too quickly! tell me your thoughts? hope you all enjoy (:

WARNING: minor language and drug use

Chapter 18. The Escape Plan

An escape plan seems improbable at this point. There is a fire and we're locked in the basement, which doesn't quite scream ideal, now does it? Swallowing the nervous lump trying to jump out of my throat, I heave Everett up some more, his weight gaining the upper hand on me. With a quick few slaps to the face in hopes of his strong return, I decide to screw the escape plan and just run back up stairs. Surely the men have left the house; it is burning down, and all. Perhaps we could find Jason?

Once we reach the end of the hallway, I feel for any heat on the doorknob. It burns me immediately.

"Crap!" I wince, shaking my hand from the pain.

This is a dreadful idea.

"Everett, I need you to stay with me, okay?" I exclaim, nudging the limp body that leans against me.

Turning away from the door, I pull Everett along with me to the other end of the hall in search of a back way out. There are two doors on either side of us; both of them locked. Murmuring profanities under my breath, I drop Everett off on the floor beside me.

"I can get this open." I nod to myself in encouragement.

Throwing my arm back, I run at full speed for the door on the right. My shoulder slams into the door and I can't resist letting out a scream of pain; I seemed to forget I had recently dislocated that particular shoulder. Biting my lower lip as I let out a few seething breaths of anger and loss of patience, I notice Everett gaining enough strength to raise his hand up to check if the door is unlocked. He obviously doesn't realize that I have already checked if it is unlocked; I am not an idiot.

"Help... me up..." he weakly requests.

I do as he says, letting him lean on me for support.

"Throw your foot at the door the same time as me. When you lunge into the door, let go of me. You need all the strength you can get." he wearily devises a plan.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." I nod briskly, my nerves intensifying when realizing we have mere minutes before we burn to ashes.

"One... two... three."

We both throw a foot out to the door in front of us, when doing so I let go of Everett just as he had said to. He unsteadily tumbles backward, his back hitting the wall behind us, but he still manages to remain on his feet. The door falls into the room with a loud thud, dust rising into the atmosphere from the sudden action. Spinning on my heel, I help Everett over and we step into the room. I can make out images of old furniture and two windows letting the moonlight seep into the room, but nothing stands out.

This is all we needed, anyway.

An escape.

I pull Everett over to one of the rusted windows and he helps me lift it open. I allow him to get out first since he is much weaker than me at the moment. Perhaps it's the adrenaline, or maybe my main focus being on our escape, but I couldn't feel any pain. Not even in my leg, where a definite scar will be forming in the near future. As we scurry out of Charles' cabin from the basement window, I don't feel an ounce of pain, but it is evident Everett does, and an immense pain at that.

"Come on, we're almost safe." I whisper once we make it outside.

We scale the edge of the house, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows.