The Man on the Other End

Day Twelve: Beauty Is Ugly

"Good afternoon, girls." Travis greeted us as he walked down the basement steps. I turned my head and saw that he was carrying a long white bag. He walked into the bedroom and placed it on the bed. "Come here, Princess! I have something for you." Travis called me from the bedroom. I stood up and quickly walked to the bedroom, I didn't want him to find our weapons. They weren't much of a weapon but it was all we had. I stood in the doorway while Travis sat on the bed staring at me.

"What do you have?" I asked him while pretending to be flattered that he had brought me something.

"Come here and open it, I went all the way to California to get this for you." Travis slightly blushed. I walked towards the bed and unzipped the long bag. I saw a long white dress; it was so beautiful, but being in this situation made me hate it. With the hatred I had toward Travis, it made every beautiful thing ugly. "Well take it out and get a better look at it." Travis said as he pushed the dress closer to me. I pulled the dress out of the bag by the hanger. I looked at it from top to bottom. My eyes glanced over to Travis. He was looking at me waiting for me to say something.

"Travis it's so beautiful, thank you." I thanked him as I tried to sound sincere. His eyes lit up in happiness.

"I know the two week processing isn't over, but there isn't any need for it anymore. You already proved yourself to me and I know that you are the one. I love you, Princess. You are safe with me, just do as I say and Rachel will be safe too." Travis smiled as he spoke, I could tell that he meant every word that he said. I was happy he felt that was; he's right where I want him.

"That's really sweet of you, Travis." I smiled as I put the back in the bag.

"We're getting married tonight, isn't that great?" Travis' eyes lit up as he grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"Sure, that sounds great." I answered, trying to sound happy. I wasn't going to let this happen, we needed to leave tonight. Rachel and I can't push this off any longer. Travis stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Once I didn't see him anymore I flipped the pillow over to make sure my stuff wasn't still there. Once I heard him talking to Rachel I quickly flipped the pillow back over and joined them in the living room. I sat down on the couch next to Rachel.

"I have dinner cooking in the oven for us, why don't you two get the table ready while I go check on it?" Rachel and I nodded at the same time as if we were in sync. Travis turned around and walked up the basement steps. I watched him as he took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. My eyes never left Travis until he was on the other side of the door closing it. I heard the door lock and quickly stood up.

"Tonight is the night we do this, it's important that we do it right. We will never have another chance." I bent down and whispered into Rachel's left ear. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. It looked as if she was having second thoughts. "Look at it this way; if we stay here then we aren't getting out alive, if we fail then we still aren't getting out alive. What do we really have to lose at this point? If we try then we at least have a chance. I'm just as scared as you are; but I know that this is the only possible way to get out of here. There are two of us and only one of him; he's out numbered. This will catch him off guard; so are you in?" I explained while I tried to keep my voice down, that would be the end of it if he heard me.

"We are in this together. If anything goes wrong and you are able to leave, then I want you to go. If that means leaving me behind then do it, can you promise me?" Rachel's eyes turned serious as she spoke. I never seen her this serious before.

"I'm not leaving you, I would never do that! If things go bad we fight until we can't fight any more. If it gets to that point then we have to kill him. I don't want any more blood on my hands but if that's what it takes, I'm willing to do it." I replied with anger in my voice. I wasn't angry with her, I was angry with what she said. I could never leave her, if anything like that happened I would rather her leave me. I wasn't going to tell her that though, I didn't want to put any more fear in her mind. I grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her off of the couch. I held her hand and walked her to the kitchen with me. I took out three plastic plates and put them on the table. Rachel got out the napkins and plastic forks; she set them on the table next to each plate.