Save The Girl

Stand Off

~ Selena ~

          Being someone's captive could do a lot to your mental state. I hadn't bathed in two days and it was beyond distinguishing. But as the morning began, the door opened and Sarah appeared. She had come bearing a towel and a few clothes. I studied her, not wanting to get on her bad side at such an hour.

          "You've been doing excellent work. I'll take you to get cleaned up." Her smile stretched from one end of her face to the other. Note to self, don't look at her smile like that ever again. I stood, following Sarah out of the house after she handed me the items.

          "Where are we going?"

          "You see that last house?" She questioned before giving me enough time to answer. "The shower is in there. Don't take too long."

          I pondered if she was trusting me to walk the short distance alone. But we were out in the middle of nowhere, I would have been caught before I could even run a block's distance. I clutched the new items tightly, making my way into the small third house. Inside sat a typical family living room with blankets and trinkets galore. Whoever these people were, they had been living here for a while now. I found the bathroom, locking myself inside before taking a deep breath. Like I said, being captive could do a lot to one's mental state. I had to get away from this place, I just hadn't figured how.

          The warm water against my back soothed me. It had reminded me back to a few nights ago when I was safe and perfectly content in a secluded house among the mountain. I was stupid to think that Demi's old life wouldn't catch up with us. But it never occurred to me that we'd be found so quickly. I missed her. It was crazy how much affect someone can have on you. As I pulled myself from the water, leaving it running as I dried off, the small space seemed to have been closing in. Not literally of course. The steam blanketed the air. There was a small window maybe six feet off the ground, not big enough for anything to get through besides a cat or something.

          "What would Demi do?" I questioned myself. "She'd probably never get herself into this type of mess." I scoffed, looking over at the clothes that were given to me. A loose fitting top and some cargo pants. I don't know who they thought wore those type of things, but I was not going to pull it off. I got myself dressed, my feet slapping the cold floor as I paced back and forth. There was no one inside of this home besides me. I would of seen them by now. There was a window near the front door, but I wasn't stupid enough to climb out of it.

          "What's taking Demi so long?" I mumbled, finally stepping out into the small hall which I had previously entered. Silence engulfed me as I tried tiptoeing around. There was a door sitting ajar down the hall and three other closed ones. I pressed my ear up to the first, listening for anything. Nothing.

          "I guess I'll go inside." I slowly turned the knob, the rusted thing began to squeak before I realized it was locked. I took a step towards the next door and repeated my actions. Nothing.

          "They would lock every door." I found myself talking to the air as I made it towards the next closed door. Something was buzzing on the inside and to my knowledge, it wouldn't be pleasant to open it. So as any sane person would do, I crept towards the door which was sitting ajar. I didn't hear anyone, nor did footsteps or anything take place. As I pushed my way into the room I was taken aback by the sight. A few wooden crates here, others there. It was as if these people hoarded these things. I shifted past a few as they sat stacked at least five to six high. I even noticed one pushing into the ceiling. A loud roaring noise began to fill the air, my chest began to tighten as the noise outside grew. Someone was on a motorcycle, a loud one at that. I could hear people emerging from the other house, yelling at one another as I studied the space around me. The back wall had newspaper covering up something.