My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 44b

Chapter 44b

Abigail’s POV

“Which way now?” Jenna asked, as her and Cody made their way down yet another hall, doors covering each side. Cody paused for a moment, before looking at one of the doors, with a sign that said ‘private’.

“This way,” he confirmed, and pulled a key out of his pocket. Jenna raised an eyebrow as he put the key into the lock.

“Where did you get that from?” Cody smiled and pushed the door open.

“No questions Jen; let’s go find Abigail.”

Meanwhile as the two made their way down a quite corridor, Abigail was still tied fast on both her arms and legs. Max had eventually tied her to a table with a gas bomb on top of it. He was intending on gassing her so she would faint and never find her way out. Abigail was sitting in silence, trying to think what to do. There was still a couple minutes before the gas would start leaking, and that wasn’t enough for Abigail’s plan.

Helplessly, she stretched her arms and legs, the tight ropes aching her limbs. Her eyes had now adjusted to the dimness of the room, and was able to see everything around her. But nothing was going to help her out of this situation, and all she could do was cry.

“I know I’ll never make it out of here,” she thought to herself. “I just hope Yale will be alright.” But just minutes after her saddening thoughts, the door to the room slowly opened, and a gust of light filled the room. She squinted her eyes from having to sit in the dark so long, trying to make out who was there. She shivered, expecting it to be Max with yet another one of his punishments.

“Abigail?” Jenna’s voice whispered. Abigail’s face immediately lit up, tears still falling down her cheeks. She couldn’t say anything because Max had gagged her, so all she could to was moan. Jenna rushed over to her as Cody looked for the light switch. Abigail shut her eyes instantly when the lights came on, the brightness burning through her eyelids.

As soon as she was able to open her eyes, she nodded her head towards the table urgently. Jenna frowned, and looked at her. Cody walked over to them and watched as Abigail nodded towards the table. Cody gasped as he saw the gas bomb, the numbers counting down to the explosion. He quickly looked around it, trying to find the switch.

“Thanks for telling us Abby,” Cody muttered, fiddling with some wires and knobs. “We’d all be gassed by now.

“No, thank you,” Abigail said, smiling as Jenna removed the cloth that was gagging her mouth. “If you hadn’t been so quick to see us Cody, I’d have been dead!” Jenna frowned again, as he looked at Cody, then Abigail, and back to Cody again. Abigail only laughed. “I saw Cody following me and Max, so I knew he’d help. But at the same time I just wasn’t sure if he was following us, was just going in the same direction.” Cody smiled and put the gas bomb parts aside.

“Well, now that we’re all okay, I think it’s best if we get back to my dorm, and see what else we can do about Yale.” Abigail looked confused.

“You know about this?” Cody nodded.

“I hope this doesn’t sound stalker-like, but I’ve been watching all of you guys since I came. I noticed what Max was like, but I decided to keep quiet and see what he’d do. I’ve seen him a lot with this other red head chick, Emilie I think her name is. Apparently they’re together-”

“WHAT?!” Abigail was looking at Cody as if he were mad. “What do you mean they’re ‘together’?” Cody looked at her carefully, before speaking.

“Emilie lives quite near me, and Max visits her like tons. I’ve caught them a couple times kissing and stuff, so I assumed they were dating.”

“How long has this been going on?” Jenna asked, looking quite disgusted.

“Quite a while, a couple months or so?” Jenna turned to look at Abigail, who looked as though she might collapse. Cody looked at Abigail was well, and soon got the drift. “I’m so sorry Abby,” he whispered, hugging her. “Max is a real player, and dead bad as well. We’ve got to be careful as best we can. You never know what sort of trick he’s got down his sleeve.” Jenna snorted.

“More like down his pants,” she muttered.