Mind Control

Branches

Its been quite intense up until now, and there's been a lot of sexual tension, so I'm gonna relieve that with some good old-fashioned action. As always, don't hesitate to provide criticism and feedback! I'm new at writing and appreciate any help.. Happy Reading! :)

I'm standing out on the balcony, trying to figure out how to get the hell out of here. I'm only on the second floor of the three-story house, but because of the way it is situated on the cliff, the drop from here is about thirty feet. 

An idea finally pops into my head. It's crazy and a ton of things could go wrong, but there really aren't many options. I grab a spare set of clothes from the drawers and stuff them into the largest of the designer purses. I grab a few snacks and bottles of water and put them in the purse as well. Then, I take the rest of the clothes and tie them together.

I look around the room, trying to find a place I can tie the makeshift rope. The door might just rip out, and the bathroom counter is too far. I check the bed to see if it moves; it doesn't move an inch. I push and kick at it but it only moves about half an inch. Perfect.

I tie the string of clothes to the leg closest to the window, grab the purse, and start my descent. I'm at the floor below me, and I see Jordon in his room, watching TV. I panic. Is dinner over already? I look at my watch and find it has only been about fifteen minutes since William left. 

I'm at the end of my line of clothes, and there are still about ten feet to go. I put the handle of my purse in my mouth and jump. I roll when I hit the ground to minimize the force of the impact. One of the many things my father had me learn. 

I circle around the house until I see the vehicles parked outside the garage. It's dark out by now, so I hide in the shadows easily. I slowly walk up behind to the nearest guy and knee him in the spine. He arches his back, and I put my hand over his mouth before he can yell and attract attention. He's bigger than me, so when he starts to squirm I lose my balance and we both fall into the bushes. I spin so I'm on top of him, and knee him in the groin. That really has become my signature move. I keep punching his face until he blacks out.

His bike is now all mine. I fish around in his pockets until I find the key. The others don't seem to have noticed anthing, they're about twenty feet away drinking and joking around. I put on the helmet and start the bike. Still, no one looks my way. I thank my lucky stars that they're drunk and the owner of this bike was alone. 

I drive away from the garage, and when I see the gates, I go into the cover of the trees. What the hell do I do now? There's no way the guards there will let me pass, even with my helmet on. I'm in white shorts and a pink tank top; it's obvious that I'm female. I've only seen males here, aside from Gertrude. I get off my bike and walk closer to the gate. There are only two guards there, one inside a booth and the other outside the gate, with a gun. 

I go for the one in the booth first. I break a branch from one of the trees, and slowly approach the booth. I knock on the door, and the man opens it, confused. I stab him in the stomach with the branch, and he doubles over. Once I tackle him down, I whisper in his ear "Tell the guard outside to let me through"

He refuses at first, so I punch him in the face twice and I'm about to push the branch in further, when he says "Okay, okay! I'll tell him!" 

I let him sit in the chair, and I crouch down so no one can see me through the glass. I grab the branch and threaten "If you say anything you're not supposed to, I'll push this branch in so far, it will poke out from the back." Poor thing. He looks petrified.

He calls the guard outside, telling him my description, and asking to let me through. 

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask sweetly, batting my eyelashes. I leave the booth and go back to my bike. The guard outside lets me through with a nod, and I'm free.

I'm cruising down the highway at a hundred miles per hour, trying to put as much distance between me and that mansion as possible. It's been about an hour since I left, and I'm sure the guard and the unconscious guy in the bushes raised some red flags.

I'm in northern California, and I know I can't risk going home. Even if I tell the police to station people outside my house, they seemed to have a lot of people. They could easily overpower ten men. And I do not want to face William after I beat up two of his men. Even if I could steal the money for gas, I can't keep driving on the highway forever. They're going to find me sometime. So I decide to go to Oak Woods, where my father used to take me camping. I doubt they would think to look there, it's a popular camping and hiking location.

I park in the farthest parking spaces, away from the street lights, so no one can see the bike and recognize it. The booth that sells camping gear is closed, so I take a bobby pin from my hair and pick the lock. This skill is the one thing my father didn't teach me; in the seventh grade I did really badly on a math test so my friend showed me how to pick a lock to get into the classroom and change the mark in the system. I grab a backpack, which is equiped with the standard stuff; a tent, packaged food, water, fishing poles, a compass, and a bunch of other things. 

The place my father used to take me isn't an easy hike, and I've never done it in the dark, but I've come here often enough, so I think I can make it. I trek through the woods, looking for familiar paths. It takes longer than usual, but I eventually make it. I climb up to the cave and sit down. I'm way too tired to get out the tent, or anything else for that matter. I lie down, using the purse as a pillow, and drift off to sleep.