Chapter 8

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(( my god I just realized on the announcement for this book on the last book I said the title was time to pat the price oh my lord
Though I'm Still too lazy to fix it, of course . Also I met a drunk guy named Mitchell on my road trip, he was a nice guy. ))

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~ Vincent's POV ~

I had a lot of time after that to think of course in that lonely room, and the insanity that'd been sparked inside me took its toll.

I was mentally trying to find any possible ways out of my situation. I couldn't die, I just didn't want too. I just couldn't. I just couldn't...

Eventually, in the frustration caused by the fact there might be no possible way out, I flipped out and jerked on my restraints, banging around as I let out a wordless cry into the nothingness.

"Why... Does.. It always... Have to be... Me?!..." I cried, scowling as I continued jerking on the restraints.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack.

I sniffled and glanced up, and sure enough I'd jerked a crack in the top of the right bedpost.

Right below where my restraint on my right hand was hooked.

So, of course, naturally, I started trying in every way possible to knock it off or at least knock it looser. I got into a few awkward positions trying to do this, hit probably every bone in my body on that darned bed or something around it at some point, but, in the end, I finally knocked it off.

I quickly jerked it down, smirking in satisfaction, then lifted my wrist up so my other hand could pull it loose from the top of the bedpost. I untied my other hand and I was quickly off, out the door and down the hallway.

I wasn't nearly as cautious as I should've been, though. But the excitement just caused me to do dumb and crazy things. In something of a miracle, though, I made it around to a screen door in the back of the building without being caught.

I pushed it open, breathing in the fresh air as I looked out of the yard it had guarded. The winter snow was still falling, and somehow it cause a single flash in my memory of the day I'd been caught by these people but I shook it away.

Just as I was about to step outside, I felt someone grab me by my shoulder.

I went completely stiff.

"Hmm. Maybe you're not as foolish as I thought, Vincent.."

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(( ah cliffhangers, such lovely creatures... Though, I like cats more. They're fluffier lmbo ))

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