The Running Delinquent

Damn, That Chair!

The creeps started towards me, and as I was tied to the chair, all I could do was hope that my beating wont be to bad. James took the first swing, he hit square in the jaw, possibly breaking it. Reese took the next hit, he punched my in the nose. Blood immediately flowed in red ribbons from my face, and soaking my shirt.

What happened next, I didn't expect. James sat in the chair across from me, and stared at me. He stared at me for a long time. I couldn't read the emotions in his eyes. Then he placed his hand at my knee. His hand slid up my leg, and stopped at the top of my thigh. He stared at me again, this time reading my emotions. "You are mad, furious to be exact." James whispered. He let go of my leg, and said "You should be."

James got up, followed by Reese slapping me hard. Then they left the room, leaving me tied up. I was bloodied and bruised, but not dead. They haven't won yet.

Now I had time to think more of my escape plan.

I saw something shiny in the corner. I scrunched my eyelids to try to see it better. I could not believe what I saw. It was Jame's switch blade he used to threaten my father with! Wow, I had not expected this to be this easy. I would simply scoot over to the knife, grab it, and cut the ropes. I tried to scoot over, but there was a catch. My chair was bolted to the floor.