Upon A Dream (Sequel to A Beauty and the Tragedy)

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Great Escape

Okay so here's the 411: I got the problem with my lappy fixed for right now (KNOCK ON WOOD). So here's the next chapter some violence ahead.

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"Nothing good will come of this. I'm screaming out with my last aching breath. I'll be yours until my dying day, but I can never see you." Scarlet by In This Moment

Irina

"Oh shit. Where's my phone!?" I panicked and quickly erased the call from the log. 

"It's in here. You left it." I said sweetly, flushing the toilet and pulling open the door. He took the phone from me and began to search through it lazily. 

"Get to your room. Don't tell Will about this." I nodded and climbed the stairs. 

Once I reached my room, I sighed heavily, praying that Chris would remember the song I sang to him. I had to think of something to tell him, something that no one else would know. 

I also mulled over the female's voice in the background no doubt Lizzy's. I tried to push those thoughts away as I went to the dresser. I pulled it away from the wall and pushed my head into the open shaft. 

A cold wind whipped down and throughout the room. "Now or never Irina." I said to myself. I took a deep breath, steeled myself and stood in the line of the chimney. 

The residue of many uses stained my hands as I dug them into the grooves between the bricks. I got about two feet up and slipped back down. I waited, ready for Lance to discover me at any minute. 

When no one came, I tried again. Slowly, steadily, I pulled myself up the chimney. I hummed a song to keep me focused as I got closer and closer to the top. I wedged my elbows and knees once I reached the top and pulled myself over the side of the bricks. 

The tin roof stung my skin as I fought to keep myself righted. Luckily, I had worn the only long nightgown Will had provided me, a long sleeveless black one. Snow awaited my fall from the roof as I slid to the edge. 

"Come on Irina. You can do this." I sucked in a breath and dropped. I met the ground and luckily all that hurt were my legs that had taken the brunt of my fall. I righted myself just as the outdoor light flipped on. 

Barefoot and freezing I took off for the woods. Now to get to help. Chris was miles away, the only thing I could do was keep running until I reached some type of civilization. That plan ran out really quick. 

My footing moved from under me and I tumbled down a hill. Exposed dead branches scratched at my skin and ripped at my clothing. I ended in a tangled heap at the bottom of the fifteen-foot drop. 

I lay there for a moment, contemplating getting up. 

Was it really worth it?  Tears clouded my eyes as the snow bit into my back. 

Was it really worth it?  If I just lay here there was no real way that Will could find me...apart from the tracks in the fucking snow. I scoffed at my stupidity as I stood and brushed myself off. 

I needed to find a vent. Somewhere where the ground was broken and hot steam would rise. I could warm myself up and think of a way to not be tracked. I stumbled on a sore ankle out onto the road. 

Hot steam poured from a vent as the smell of sulfur filled my nostrils. I placed my cold hands over it and rubbed them together as I tried to dangle my feet over the steam. They stung as they warmed, something that made my feet recoil to the non-melted snow.