Between the Days and Nights ✔

Chapter 33: Razor Blades

Tam

I dart my eyes between the three other girls that are tied up in this gigantic room. There's nothing visible besides the girls under their dim light bulbs. They all look miserable, and I try to sympathize, but I can't stop wondering if there's anyway I can escape and help them to freedom.

"Hey, what are your names, your real ones?" I ask them all in the midst of absolute silence.

They all glance at each other, and then up at the wooden door up the stairs to the first floor. There's only a little crack of light seeping in through at the bottom of the door.

"Hailee," the brunette furthest from me squeaks.

I turn to the other two expectantly.

"Anna," the blonde follows.

"Daisy," the girl with the ponytail finishes.

"I'm Tammy," I say as I search for anything around me, anything that might be sharp enough to cut through rope. "Is this just an empty room? There's nothing in here? Not even furniture?"

"There's a table over there in the corner with a chair," Daisy almost whispers as she jerks her chin toward the corner of the walls closer to Hailee. "That's where she snorts her lines."

It seems like a doubtful option, but I have no other choice. My ankles are tied tightly together and my hands are stuck behind my back. Luckily, they didn't tie me to anything like they did with the other girls. I let myself fall onto my side and shift until I straighten my entire body.

"What are you doing?" Anna whispers frantically.

"I need to try," I say and she quiets down, watching me.

I roll my body a few times, and I try to ignore the pain that hits my hands everytime I roll over my back. Stopping, I look around to see where I was and how I needed to move.

I roll a few times more and my feet touch Hailee's. "Sorry," I whisper to her.

"It's okay. You're getting close," she helps.

I roll a few more times and feel something cushion my head. I look up to see a plush recliner chair next to a small side table. I roll onto my stomach and lift my hips up so that I can bend my knees on the ground. Leaning my head on the side of the chair, I lift my torso up until I am upright on my knees.

Getting close to the table, I see a pile of white powder and a few razor blades.

Yes.

Aiming for the closest one to me, I press my chin flat on a razor blade and maneuver it onto the ground. I then turn to let myself fall again, my back toward the table. Scooting myself backward, I let my tied up hands feel for the blade. I lift it with my fingers and hold it carefully as I roll back to my original position.

I sit back up just in time as Pam opens the door and walks down the stairs, every step making a loud thump on the plain stairs.

"Hey girls! I brought food," she offers, and then turning to me, "None for you, though. Sorry. But I can tell you that Silas has changed his mind about you."

I ignore her words. Silas loves me.

"We've even agreed to meet up soon to," she giggles shyly, "make love."

Oh my god, what a fucking maniac.

She shoves a dry hot dog into Hailee's mouth and waits for her to chew. Hailee looks up to me with desperate eyes.