My New Home (Jacoby Shaddix)

Chapter 8

"WAKE UP!" a harsh voice said and shook me.

I fluttered open my eyes.

I was tied to a chair in a dark room.

"Where is she." The man said.

"Who?" I asked.

The man whipped something extremely hard across my face.

"You answer the questions I ask em. Now where. is. she."

I said nothing, since I'm not allowed to ask questions.

"LAYLA!!!" he yelled.

He wants to know where my mom is?

"I don't know." I lied.

"She left me. For dead. luckily my dad found me. Haven't seen her in years."

The man whipped it again.

"TRUTH! I WANT THE TRUTH!"

I said nothing again.

"Where does she live."

"I don't know."

"Where does she live?!"

"Next to her neighbors." I said sarcastically.

"Where do her neighbors live?" He said playing along with my little game.

"Next to her."

He whipped.

"Don't back talk." he warned.

He bulled out a pocket knife and waved it around.

"You know, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." he traced the harmless side of the blade on my hand.

"MICHEAL!" A man in the other room yelled scaring 'Micheal' and making him drop the knife.

"COME HERE!" The other man yelled.

Micheal walked out the room and slammed the door.

I used my left foot to push off my right shoe and sock.

Once I had succeeded I used my toes to pick up the knife.

I extended my leg and pushed it behind my back.

I took gymnastics, this is easy.

I lifted my leg up to my hand and grabbed the knife.

I started to cut randomly hoping to get the rope.

By accident, I cut the front of my hand.

I sucked in a breath of air and finally 'snip' I uncut the rope.

I slipped my shoe on and slowly opened the door.

There was no way I could get out without them seeing me so I had to be prepared to run.

Go Sam, go.

1,2,3.

I ran so fast I felt I could lift up and start to fly.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" The other man yelled.

Yeah, I'm gonna stop and turn back dumbwit. I thought.

I kept running until I started to recognize the scenery.

I knew I was close to home, I went into the alley in case they were chasing me.

I kept running until I bumped into someone.

I quickly got up "Sorry!" I yelled.

"SAM!" I stopped and turned back.

The person I had ran into was Jacoby.

"DAD!" I ran back to him and jumped into his arms.

"Sam! are you okay?" He pulled me back and held his breath. The whip must have made a mark on my face.

"I'm okay."

"What did they want?" My dad asked.

"They wanna know about my mom."

Jacoby was just as shocked as I was when I found out they wanted info about my mom.

"Your..mom? Why?"

"I don't know. the guy dropped a knife and I picked it up with me feet and cut myself loose. Oh yah and I accidentally cut my hand." I lifted up my hand and it was bleeding.

"C'mon lets go fix that up."

"DAD! ITS THEM!"