Revenge

Chapter 4: Unfree

Chapter 4: Unfree

My eyes flutter open and I'm, once again, staring at a white ceiling. I try sitting up, but the pain in my arm restricts me from moving. I shift my head ever so slightly and stare down at my arm. My arm is draped in a bright, white dressing. I can just make out little spots where blood had seeped through. I rest my head on the hard pillow. Why couldn't they just let me die? Oh, because they need me alive to get the money my father probably won't send.

My father was, and is, a cheapo. Tears begin to prickle my eyes. I am going to die in here. Would I join my mother?

My eyes widen and I stare down at my clothes. I'm not wearing my clothes. I'm wearing bright, white sweat pants and a bright, white tank top. Someone had changed me!

I sniff myself and smell guy shampoo. Shivers dance up my spine, forcing me into a sitting position. Someone had bathed me!

I wrap my arms around my chest and stare over at the camera in the sheet of glass. Someone is watching me.

I notice the tray still on the bedside table, and my scarf which is still on the ground. My mind races to find an escape with those items. I stare down at the tea cups on the tray, an idea popping into my head.

I stand slowly, cringing at the pain in my arm. I take a couple of uncertain steps towards my scarf, expecting the door to open at any second, or maybe an alarm to go off. Nothing bad happens. I kneel down slowly, to retrieve my scarf. I stand quickly and run over to the sheet of glass, a braid slapping against my back. Someone had braided my hair too. I hate braids.

I place the scarf over the sheet of glass and I tuck in the corners so the camera cant see. I run over to the tray, my bare feet slapping against the tiled ground, and grab a tea cup. Does the camera have audio?

My head throbs slightly. I am not going to take any chances.

I place the tea cup on the ground and pick up the pillow. I place the pillow over the tea cup and jump on it, muffling the cracking sound of the tea cup.

My head shoots up to the sound of a click. I pull off the pillow and grab a piece of glass. I stick the piece of glass in between the two mattresses that make up the bed. The door begins to open out of the corner of my eye. I turn to the tea pot and lift it high above my head. "What the hell are you-" A voice echoes through the room. I chuck the tea pot as hard as I can at the door. I moan in pain as my arm begins to sting horribly again. My legs giveaway and I fall to my knees into the glass of the tea cup. My knees suddenly pulse with a sharp pain. I can't move.

The guy who had given me tea yesterday ducks, avoiding the tea pot. It shatters against the wall, the liquid inside it splattering up the wall. He stares at me, shock written all over his face. He suddenly runs at me and I scream at the top of my lungs. He stops, steps away from me holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers, in a calming voice. I stare wide-eyed at him.

"Bullshit!" I scream. He bites down on his bottom lip. I knock the tray off the side table, and use the side table to help me stand. I stare down at my knees and see blood seeping through the pants. He walks over to me slowly, and tries helping. I shove him backwards into one of the barred windows. Tears fall down my face as my arm stings incredibly. I stare into his sparkly blue eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he repeats. I can't find words. He had knocked me out with tea, and I now have a permanent tattoo on my arm. "Let me see," he whispers, pointing to my knees.

"Why? Are you going to carve something into my knees too?" I snap. Sweat beads my forehead. A look of hurt crosses his face but it quickly vanishes.

"Are you going to let me see or not?" He asks in an angered tone. I slowly sit down on the bed. He kneels down in front of me and grabs the bottom of my pant leg. He pulls one side up slowly, his hand brushing against my leg. Tingles slowly spread up my spine. He pulls the pant leg over my knee, revealing my bloody knee. Small pieces of glass stick out of my knee. "What in the hell were you doing?" He asks, looking up at me.

"I don't do small spaces," I tell him, not making eye contact. He looks around the room.

"This room is huge. It's six times bigger than my room." I look down at him.

"Lets switch. You be the prisoner, and I'll be the kidnapper," I whisper. He tilts his head at me sympathetically. He abruptly rips the pieces of glass out of my skin, the sympathy disappearing from his face, making me scream. He pulls up my other pant leg harshly, and rips out the pieces of glass there.

I raise my leg and kick him hard in the bridge of his nose. I jump to my feet and run for the still open door. The pant legs fall back over my knees. My knees sting as I run, and my arm burns with hotness. I'm getting out of here.