Beautifully Insane

Chapter Eleven

    I could still feel Mitch's body lingering above mine, his lips against my wet skin as the hot water from the shower head fell on top of us, his arms holding me tightly while his teeth dug into my shoulder. I couldn't think about romance. My mind needed to be on the only thing that matters right now, freedom. The one advantage Mitch and I have is that the guards still think that I'm in the basement possibly dead. Mitch and I needed to be quick about the breakout before they realize I have escaped and that Mitch is out of his bed. The plan is sneaking into the kitchen, making our way downstairs from behind a door in the far corner where the trash waits to be picked up every Thursday. Mitch held my hands as we soundlessly made our way down the grand staircase. As our backs touched the wall, Mitch peeked his head around the corner to see if there was anyone in the cafeteria. He quickly pulled his head back and looked at me before nodding, signaling that someone is in there. I held my breath as heavy footsteps approached closer to us, tapping on the floor as a guard came out of the cafeteria. "The bitch escaped," a voice came through the walkie-talkie that the guard, facing away from us, held. Mitch and I snuck into the cafeteria without making a sound. We discovered that the counter that connected the kitchen and the dining room was blocked by a heavy, metal, upward ceiling security gate that can only be lifted by the other side. Mitch walked over to the door to find it locked. "She couldn't have gotten very far," I heard Mr. Marge say outside the cafeteria.
I looked over at Mitch. "Go and hide over there," I whispered as I moved silently towards the archway to look into the lobby.
Mitch grabbed my hand. He looked at me puzzled, clueless to what I had in mind. I didn't want to loose this opportunity to have access into the kitchen. "Do you trust me?" I asked him.
Mitch stared at me for a long time, then he slowly nodded. I kissed his cheek and stood up.
     I gandered into the lobby from behind the wall to see Mr. Marge standing there. I took my long sleeve shirt off to leave me in only a tank top. I softly whistled towards him as my body stood midway in the archway. Mr. Marge jerked his head over in my direction. Before he could speak, I placed my pointer finger against my lips as I pulled my tank top down to reveal my purple with black lace bra. I motioned him to come closer with my pointer finger. Mr. Marge quickly checked his surroundings before making my way towards me. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me. "I've been wanting more of your lips against my skin," I fibbed in a seductive whisper to him as I gently scratched the back of his neck.
Mr. Marge smirked as he ran his hands down my sides, "I'm flattered."
"Want to go somewhere a little more private?" I asked while shifting my gaze over my shoulder towards the locked kitchen door.
Mr. Marge picked me up and brought me towards the door. I licked his neck while he dug into his pocket to get his keys. Mr. Marge put the key in the keyhole and opened the door. Mr. Marge laid me down on the table and fondled my breasts. I lifted his head by his chin. "You want to know a secret?"
"What's that?"
"You shouldn't leave your keys in the door," I breathed softly as I watched Mitch sneak up behind Mr. Marge with my long sleeve shirt in his hands.
Mitch placed my shirt around Mr. Marge's neck and squeezed as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Marge's waist so he couldn't move. The veins in his forehead became distinctive while his face turned violet. Mitch released his grip and Mr. Marge collapsed motionless on the floor motionless. I put my tank top on the correct way and put my long sleeve shirt back on. I moved Mitch's hair out of his eyes, "We make a pretty good team," I confessed.
Mitch leaned closer as he cupped my cheek. He paused as we heard, "They're in the kitchen."
Mitch kicked the walkie-talkie out of Mr. Marge's hand as an alarm went off. I grabbed Mitch's hand and opened the door to go down the stairs to the garbage bins. Mitch and I ran until we were stopped by a garage door. I lifted the handle to pull it up. "It's not going up!" I exclaimed.
"Over hear," Mitch brought my attention to the left to see a door beneath an exit sign.
Hands wrapped around me and yanked me backwards. "Mitch!" I yelled as guards ganged up on me. The cold air blew violently against me, making me shiver. I hated the cold. I head butted one guard as I pulled my arm back to get it free from another. A guard pulled me down as I heard a loud bang followed by a crash and yelling. A truck stood in the middle of the room. The passenger door opened. "Get in " Mitch ordered from the driver's seat.
I smashed the back of my head against the guard who held me down. He groaned as he released his grip to hold his nose. I jumped into the passenger's seat and closed it on someone's hand. Mitch put the car in reverse and drove backwards. The fingers of the hand came off as Mitch drove forward to drive far away from Angelwood Asylum.