2002

The Plan- 5

Marshall POV:

I woke to the sound of a cars engine. As I opened my eyes I groaned. My neck was stiff and I felt groggy. I looked over at Emily. Shit I was a prick. I was so selfish, only caring about my career. But I could give two shits about that now. Fame had given me so much bullshit already, and quite frankly I was sick of it all. Maybe I could just go back to working in a restaurant and writing music for me myself and I. How happy I would be. I sighed.
"Emily," I said, trying to keep my voice down.

Emily POV:

"Emily. Emily-" I opened my eyes. The events of last night came flooding back to me. I looked around the room. Nothing had changed.
"What." I groaned.
"We need to get outta here." Marshall said.
"You think I don't know that already?" Marshall looked away from me, a look of grief in his eyes.
"My daughters-"
"Don't you fucking dare go there. We're gonna get out of here." Noticing that the pain in my leg had died down, I stood up and heaved the chair over to Marshall, keeping my eyes on the door. If it opened right now...
"What are you doing?" He questioned as I sat the chair down behind him and nudged his hands with my head.
"Take my earring out. I think it might be sharp enough to cut through this rope." He felt around for my ear without questioning and eventually clasped his fingers around the earring. He slowly pulled it out of my ear and grasped onto it, not wanting to let go of it.
"I'm gonna turn around and you can give it to me." I turned the chair and quickly grabbed the earring from him.
"Won't they notice it's gone? From your ear?"
"Well," I moved the chair back over to it's normal position. "I should be able to cut through the rope before someone comes in. I've been working at it most of last night."
"Did you get any sleep?" He asked.
"No," I said. "Probably like two or three hours. But hey, this is survival. You wanna see your daughters again right?" He didn't say anything. He just nodded.

The earring cut cleanly through the rope. I looked up at Marshall and smiled.
"You did it?" His face lit up in excitement. I shook the ropes off my hands and they fell to the floor. I untied Marshall.
"What now?" I said, worried someone was going to walk into the room. He stood up and placed his hands on his head, thinking. He sighed, a look of determination in his eyes.
"We could try and sneak out?"
"We don't know if they're out there or not." I rubbed at the raw and red skin where the rope had been.
"You could pretend to be in pain. We sit back down like before and I could scream out. They'll come running in. Then we can make a run for it." I looked at him cautiously, weighing up my chances.
"Okay."

Marshall POV:

I scrunched the rope up in my hands and nodded at Emily. She doubled over in her seat and started her act.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Get your ass's in here! Come on you fucks!" Emily groaned and I looked over at the door. Was that footsteps I could hear? Suddenly the door swung open and Marcus and Andrew came in.
"What's wrong?" Marcus looked at Emily.
"I don't know. She just started crying out in pain." Andrew walked over to her. Suddenly I knew this was my chance. I jumped out of my seat and shoved Marcus to the ground. Andrew immediately rushed over to help his friend. I punched Marcus in the face. Andrew's hands gripped onto my shoulders. He tried pulling me off Marcus but he wasn't strong enough. I elbowed him in the stomach and he flew back, hitting the ground with a thud.
"Marshall! We need to go!" Emily came into my peripheral vision. I ignored her and attempted to to choke Marcus with the rope still clutched in my hands.
"Marshall!" She pulled on me and I grunted, giving in to her commands.