Reminiscing

Freeing Ivette Pt. I

Nancy's POV~

Water

That was the first thought that came to my mind when my eyes began to flutter open.

Swallowing now felt almost as if I was swallowing sand--it wasn't a great feeling.

As my body began to regain its mobility, I slowly began to feel all kinds of soreness in many different areas.

What even happened?

A deep breath escaped my lungs as I pressed my head further against the floor.

I couldn't come to understand where this headache was coming from. With the desire to alleviate the pain, I forced my eyes shut. Only to realize that by doing this the dizziness intensified and I suddenly felt as if the hard, cold floor beneath me was swaying in all kinds of motions. My stomach churned and I tried my best to ignore the nauseating feeling.

A string of barely audible curse words left my parched throat.

I opened my eyes once I realized that forcing them to shut was doing nothing to soothe my headache.

Trying to sit up would be but a futile attempt, so I began to assess my surroundings.

I was lying on the cold floor of what appeared to be a cabin. A cabin somewhere in a forest apparently, judging by the treetops that I could see from a small window set high on the wall across from me. There was another window to my left, allowing the grayness of the clouds to somewhat cast a bit of light into the room. I could tell that it was a very windy day outside by the way that the tree branches swayed.

A throb on my wrists called for my attention and as I glanced towards my arms I found a tight rope wrapped around them.

As I curled my arms in order to bring my hands closer to my face I noticed that the rope was sinking into my skin, leaving behind bright red marks.

How long have I been tied up?

The confusion began to settle in as I noticed my ankles were also tied up.

Think.

I had to think about what had happened and try my best to remember what I could.

I remembered heading to the cemetery with Desiree. After breakfast, we hung out with Valerie and Desiree wanted to give baking a shot so we attempted to bake some cookies. Cookies that ended up not being edible due to how bland and hard they were. After giving up on the baking, Desiree had her nap and I do remember myself pacing about deciding what to do about—Morgan!

That's it!

Fast forwarding my thoughts I remember myself in a parking lot. At the police department. I had gone to turn in the voice recording of Morgan admitting that she wanted to kidnap a little girl.

My heart beat faster as I looked at my surroundings but this time understanding the fact that I was all tied up in order to not intervene in this woman's chase for money and revenge.

Another string of curse words left my dry mouth as I attempted to move around.

My feet were also tied up and I knew that getting out of this situation would be difficult. Not to mention that I had to find out where exactly the little girl was at. If no one knew about Morgan's plans aside from myself, then chances were that no one stopped her. So the child had to be in this cabin somewhere.

With a groan, I flipped over to my right side.

A layer of dust covered the wooden floor like a blanket. My face curled up in disgust as I noticed my clothes and arms were now picking up chunks of it. The room hadn't been in use or probably even visited in quite some time. It was more of a storage room than anything. A metal box of what I could only assume contained tools rested in the corner beside a pile of tangled up extension cords. Next to that was a wooden table with more tools on it- tools that hadn't been picked up for a very long time judging by the accumulated dust on them.

There were badly folded nylon canvases piled up. Someone had been too lazy to straighten them considering how tilted and desperate to fall the pile was.

I flopped over to my stomach, trying not to think about the fact that I was about to mop this excruciatingly dirty floor.

With as much carefulness as I could—in an attempt to not further hurt my sore body—I proceeded to wiggle, squirm and drag myself towards the steel box in the corner.

It wasn't too far away from me but in this condition, it was a workout.

I was out of breath and extremely tired.

The dizziness wasn't getting any better and adding onto my condition was the urgency to free myself in order to get to the little girl.

I could only pray that this deranged woman hadn't hurt her. I wouldn't know what this woman is capable of considering she was a complete stranger but I sure wished that hurting children wasn't in her intentions.

After regaining my breath I managed to get onto my knees. I needed to regain complete mobility in my fingers in order to muster enough strength in them to get the latches to open. I folded and unfolded them a couple of times, stopping only when I couldn't stretch them any further.

The first latches were quite easy to undo, but it would be the second ones that would put up a challenge judging by all of its rust.

Two attempts and an aching index finger is what it took to get the last latch undone, a steel box to open and a dull blade to be found.

I don't know how long it took me to cut up the rope. All I know is I slashed back and forth, getting rid of the one around my ankles first. I took a rest, closing my eyes and it took everything not to let myself fall asleep. I had something to do, and all I could think is that it could be Desiree out there.

The girl wasn't my daughter—but that could easily be Desiree out there.

So with that thought in mind I worked a way to slash at the rope around my wrists. My knees tightly holding up a dull blade and my arms moving the rope against it.

It was almost nighttime.

I could tell.

I gently massaged my wrists and began to stretch. As I touched the back of my neck I noticed a sensitive and bulging bump on it. It wasn't big but it was bothersome. I took a deep breath before gripping the blade in my hand, slowly standing up with wobbly legs and reaching for the doorknob.

I couldn't even guess what would be on the other side but right now that was where I needed to be. On the other side of the door, outside this room. And I had to make do with this dull blade.

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