Enticing Disaster

Chapter 23 - Emma

I grab the wooden box and stack it up by the window. One on top of the other. My hand shivers just from the thought of what might happen to me if I stay any longer. Reaching over, I grab the metal bars going horizontally across the small rectangle shaped window. I pull myself up and stare out the window.

All I can see is the pavement which must mean I'm below ground or in a basement of some sort. I turn back and face the room. Across from where I'm standing is the door, I've figured that much. I take a deep breath as I stare at the door, although it being dark makes it hard to see. After I'm sure no ones near or that the door won't open any time soon, I pull the latch of the window and push it open.

Checking back at the door again, I take a deep breath before I scream for help. My heart pounds against my chest as of those men will shoot into the room any minute and hurt me.

I can hear feet scattering around and people talking which means there's people out there, and by the sound of it all, there's a lot of people out there. I scream "help!" once more before slamming my hand against the metal bar in frustration.

Pulling the window shut, I kneel down and hop off the boxes, before pushing the boxes to the side so no one knows what I'm up to.

Seems like I'm all alone because no ones reacted to my screams. I hold my face in the palm of my hands to convince myself not to cry. I can't do this much longer.

"Emma," someone whispers.

I jump from the reaction, twisting my head around to see where the voice comes. The darkness doesn't let me see much. I hold my breath.

"Emma, over here," the voice says again.

I look towards the small window and notice Andrew. Although I can't see his whole face, I notice it's him by his voice. Scanning the door for a second before shoving boxes on top of each other as I attempt to climb them.

I smile when I'm sure it's Andrew standing there. He taps on the glass signalling me to open it. When he pulls back, I push the window up to open it.

"Oh my god! Andrew," I say reaching a hand out to touch him. I just need to fee his skin against mine to feel safe again. His hand finds mine and he squeezes it tight.

"I can't get in," Andrew says.

"How'd you find me?"

He shakes his head. "It's a long story and I have so much to tell you but you should know your father did this."

I stare at him as he's pressed against the pavement to get a better a view of me. "That's not possible."

"Think about it. He's not a very good father."

I swallow. "I know he's not a very good father," my voice raising. "But he wouldn't go that far."

"He knows you've been still texting me. He just wanted to scare you enough that you'd go running into his arm and agree to do whatever he said."

I turn and look at the door. "How do I get out?"

Andrew frowns. "You don't," he says. "They're going to let you out on their own."

I hear voices behind the door so I turn to look at the door before I face Andrew again. He places a finger on his lips, signalling me to not make a noise and I watch him back away from the window.

Tension pulls through as I pull the window shut and quietly hop off the boxes. I slide them across making sure I do it with no noise before I sit down against the cold wall.

It doesn't take long before the door slides open. Two men walk through, their voices familiar. I've heard them these past few days although there were more of them.