Music In Me

Chapter Ten

   Lauren woke up on an old, worn out matress. Her wrists were duct-taped on the headset. Her glasses, shoes, shorts, and belt was still on, but her shirt was somewhere on the floor. She looked around. She slowly breathed in and held it, making sure no one was in the room.  

   There was a kitchen knife in the windowsill above the bed, and she had an idea. She moved her body upwards, leaning on the pillows as she stiffly reached for the knife. 

   Then, pain flew in her hand. She accidently reached for the blade and her palm was bleeding. But she still reached for it and she pulled it down by the blade, with only the blood seperating her hand and the knife. 

   She shiffted it downward and pulled the blade up and down on the tape, minorly cutting her wrists in the proccess. She got one wrist free and she got up and tried cutting the the other hand out with the knife when a man walked in.

  And he wasn't happy.

   Mason awoke tied up in a chair in the next room. There was a bed, a television, a small desk next to the bed. 

   He looked around and he knew that there was a gun under the pillow on the bed, cuz he saw the barrel. 

    He tried moving, but he was tied up and couldn't move anything but his feet. 

    He tried screaming out, but his words were muffled. His mouth was duct-taped shut. 

    You gotta be kidding me, he thought, rolling his eyes. He chewed the inside of the tape so long that he managed to spit it out. He looked around again, looking for something that could help him breakaway. 

   He looked down and noticed the chair was a swivel chair and he tried to smile. He used his feet to drag the chair to the desk to see if he could find anything, a knife, a scissors, anything to help him.

   He opened the only drawer with his teeth and he was surpised. There was no knife, no scissors.

   But there was his iPhone 4s, still with 86 percent battery life on it, sitting there. He grabbed it with his teeth and dropped it on his lap. 

  Then, Bree walked in with tears running down her face. He was about to scream when she put her hand over his mouth. "Shut up!" She hissed. "I'm gonna help you and your little girlfriend outta here, okay?"

   He nodded.

   She went behind him and started sawing the thick ropes. "Why you doing this?" Mason asked slowly. "You kidnap us and now you're freeing us?"

   She sighed. "I've been in this game too many times. I felt something different about you two. I know who you are." 

    "You do?" 

    "Yes, sir." She replied. "You're Mason, and your friend is Lauren. You guys ran away a few weeks ago. I've seen you in the newspapers, I know." 

    He sighed. 

   "My little sister, Trisha, saw you guys perform at the karaoke club last week." She continued. "You guys are talented. Very talented."

   He could barely say the words "Thank you."

   Suddenly, he remembered. "My God! What about Lauren? Is she okay?" 

  A scream was heard from the room next door.

  "Shhh." Bree told him. "Shush."

  "What's going on?" He asked, almost yelling. 

  She shook her head. "I can't answer that. Shane's a brutal son of a bitch." She was at the final rope. "It's gonna be fine."

   He didn't believe her. 

   From the next room, he could hear sobbing, stuff being thrown, cussing... He didn't like it.

    Suddenly, it went silent. And he was scared.

   "I got it!" She whispered and Mason realeased his hands and moved his wrists. 

   Then Shane walked in, with the pistol in his hands.