Missing

Chapter 18~Escape?~Luke's P.O.V.

I've come up with a plan, I just hope it works. I can do this...yeah, I can do this. Here goes nothing.
I start yelling, "Hey! What does a guy have to do to get some food around here?! Do you have steak?! I could take a good 10 ounce steak in here! What about drinks?! Can I get some Coke in here?! You know you're a terrible host!"
The door flies open, "Would you just shut up!" the guy says, walking into the room. I put my fists together and before he knows what's happening, I bring my fists down on the back of his head as hard as I can. I run out the door without looking back. My hearts pounding out of my chest as I run down the flight of stairs. I check every room with no luck. Maybe Joel isn't here. That's when I hear it, a moan coming from the last door. I try to open the door but it's locked. I knock down the door and run down the flight of stairs. I stop suddenly at the sight in front of me.
"Joel?" I whisper. I run over to him. He's covered in blood, I roll him on to his back. I can't help but cry. He looks like he's in so much pain.
"Luke...I...I'm....sor..." he stammers.
"I know. I know. I'm sorry too."
I try lifting him up without hurting him but it doesn't work. He cries out in pain.
"Joel, we've gotta get you out of here. Now I'm gonna carry you out, and it's gonna hurt. But we have no other choice. I'm sorry, but it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay."
He nods and takes a deep breath. I lift him up again, I can see the pain written on his face. Oh Joel. We finally make it up the stairs and there he is. Our kidnapper is standing there with a gun pointed at us.
"Going somewhere?"