With Eleanor in a very pissy mood and Carlie puking in a corner, I realized that things could only get worse for us. If Elle’s calculations are correct, we’ve been here for a month and I do not want to stay any longer. Jordyn sat by the door absent mindedly poking holes through the plastic of the recently opened bag of pads. Looks like Elle was right to trust that boy.
I stand up on wobbly legs and walk to Jordyn; as I sat down next to her, I realize that I’m extremely winded and fatigued. That’s a bad sign. In the dim lighting, I glance around to see if the others were like this. Carlie was extremely sick, puking up the small pieces of fruit we received for breakfast this morning. Liz has always been curvy, so her face was still rounded but her hair hung limply around her face, dark patches under her lifeless eyes. Elle’s face was thinner and her skin seemed to be lighter.
“You finally realized?” Jordyn questions in a croaky voice. I look down at my bare feet.
“You mean realizing how our health is being affected? Yeah, I just did,” I sigh. “We really need to leave. Do you have any ideas?”
Carlie called from her corner, “You mean the plan?”
“Hush. I want to hear this,” Liz grumbles.
“Yeah, I don’t have any major ideas yet. I just keep thinking of our last attempt. Maybe we could try that again?” Jordyn sighs.
“Not like things can get worse for us, right? I mean, instead of having their way with Perrie, they could take their pick!” Eleanor sarcastically announced.
She stiffened when she saw my glare and immediately silenced; causing the other girls to ponder on Jordyn’s idea.
“It was only Barney and he only had an interest in Perrie- sorry,” Carlie groans. “I say we should give it a tr-” She began heaving again.
“Really?” Eleanor exclaims.
With a roll of my eyes, I put my hand on Jordyn’s shoulder, “Yeah, do it Jordyn.” Elle began to protest loudly, trying to get us to realize that it would be a terrible idea. Any terrible idea could get us out alive! She was just infuriating me.
I understand that we all have those bitchy, moody days on our periods. But right now, I’m terrified about my life! I never miss my period and I should’ve gotten mine a few days ago; I’m worried that I’m carrying that bastards child!
“I’m with Jordyn,” Liz announced, causing me to break out of my thoughts.
“When should we do it?” Jordyn asked. I glanced at Carlie and Liz. They looked terrible. Sweat matted their hair to their face and neck as dirt and grime covered their bodies. I doubt that I looked much better. We haven’t seen the sun in forever nor have we showered or brushed our teeth and hair in over a month.
Plus the days in this place were bipolar. Extremely sticky and hot in the mornings and afternoons but freezing at night. No wonder Carlie is sick. If we don’t get out of here soon, we’re all going to die.
“Today,” I suggest. “We should do it today,”
“Not today!” Elle shrieked.
“Why not?” I challenge.
She rolls her eyes, “It’s practically dark out. They won’t come back tonight. We’ll do it tomorrow morning.”
With that, she gets up and walks over to Carlie to give her our thin blanket. As the others huddle together to get warmth; I stay up planning our escape
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Carlie was hacking up her lungs when I finally noticed there was light filling the basement. I quickly shove Jordyn and practically screech, “C’mon guys! We’re going home!”
Immediately Jordyn sat up and nudged the other two awake. I quickly inform them in on the plan I created last night.
“Just run straight past them and out the door.” Eleanor claims once I finish.
“Exactly,” Jordyn hums. “Now all we have to do is wait,”
It didn’t take long though. After what felt like 30 minutes, someone opened the door to drop down a plate of food and to take the bucket. This person wasn’t the nicest- he treated us like animals.
“You!” He barked, pointing at me. “Get the bucket, you filthy whore.” I fight the urge to smirk as I go and grab it. Liz gets up and helps me drag it near the man.
“Bring it up in the step!” He crowed. Liz swings the bucket back. What is she doing? That’s not part of the plan! I didn’t mind the idea though; so I helped Liz throw the mess inside of the bucket onto the man.
“What the fuck! You bitch!” He screamed, but Jordyn and Eleanor yanked him off the step and pushed him to the floor which he hit with a nasty thump. I didn’t stop to worry about him though. I pulled Carlie up on the step and pushed the girls while whispering, “Run!”
I was living on pure adrenaline at the moment as we ran. It seemed as if time was moving in slow motion. Everyone who suddenly realized that we escaped where to slow to pull a gun on us, but quick enough to chase after us.
A cellphone was lying on an end table near the front door so I grabbed it as I leaped over the doorframe and into the sweet blinding sunlight. A slight breeze hit my skin and I felt as if I were going to cry. We were free!
I glanced at Carlie just in time to see her drop to her knees and puke. I immediately stop running and drop down to help her up.
“Come on Carlie. C’mon!” I crow in a panic as I pull on her arm. She shakes her head at me as Liz goes and crouches down to her level.
“You go Perrie. You and Elle leave and find the boys. We’ll be fine,” Jordyn hisses in my ear. I shake my head.
“No. We’re all in this together!”
“Perrie. Go!” Jordyn shrieked, pushing me forward as I suddenly hear Snake’s voice.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe as I sprint in fear away from the three girls on the ground. I see Elle turn a corner down this empty street and I follow with guilt bubbling in my stomach. What if I just signed their lives away?
I slipped into Eleanor who in turn gasped, “We made it! Where are the others?”
“They told us to run,” I state softly.
“No,” Elle murmured. “What do we do now?”
I hold up the cellphone. “We call the boys then save them.” I dial Zayn’s number into the phone quickly and it only rings twice before Zayn answers.
“Is this your new number Snake? Are you changing the fucking date again?” The voice I’ve been longing to hear growls. I feel my knees go weak and tears build up in my eyes.
“Zayn, it’s Perrie.”
