Trapped

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I ran through the long, winding Wicked headquarters. My feet echoing with every footstep that slapped on the concrete floor. I rounded the last dimly lit hall when I slammed into a body. I staggered backward from the unexpected impact. I looked up to see hard eyes staring down at me. John.

"Where do you think you're going, missy?" He asked. John was one of the meanest people I have ever meet here in the Wicked compound, and that's saying something. He had neatly combed over hair chocolate hair and a nasty underbite that made me want to punch him in the face and fix it for him.

"Um, to dinner." I stumbled over my words looking for an excuse.

"I don't think so." He grabbed ahold of my wrist, digging his fingers into my forearm. I didn't bother fighting him, because last time I got slapped. I would raise more suspicion if I tried to get away from his grasp. He escorted me the way I had just run from. We walked the halls finally stopping in front of a large metal door, the same as all of the others. He scanned his key card in to have to door unlock.

"You know I could have just scanned my card you know." I smarted off to him. He gave me an eye roll trying to push me into the room. "Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" I called.

"Well, I'm done talking to you." He muttered under his breath. He began to close the door on me, I caught it with my foot and reinforced it with my forearm. His eyes were wide that I stopped the door from closing.

"Listen here buddy" I spat. "If you keep 'looking out for me' you're going to be in big trouble. One of these days they are going to come and check in on you because you scanned your card into this room and you're not going to be in here." I smirked at his shocked face. "So if I were you, I would mind my own business." And with that, I jerked my foot out of the door and let the heavy door slam shut.