Little Miss Nosy

Chapter 52- Escape

The body was starting to smell.

When I woke up in the morning, it hit me and made me gag a few times. The smell was unlike anything I've ever experienced. There are a lot of things in this world that has a certain odor that you wouldn't hesitate to scrunch your face up at: gas, rotten eggs, spoiled milk. But this smell was different, more powerful and foul.

Obviously, it was death.

I didn't know how long it took for a dead body to decompose but considering I've been here a little over 24 hours, I'm gonna say it takes a little over 24 hours.

It's gotten more bearable as time passes but the smell will only grow more noticeable and worse the longer I'm here.

I had to escape.

What's the point in my Prince Charming coming to rescue me? There's no telling how close Ashton is to getting me and even if he does come, he'll get himself killed.

So I was going to escape and stop waiting around for things to happen to me. By doing this brave yet stupid act, I would be saving both Ashton and I.

The window was a useless escape route. I tried to pry it open but it seemed as if it was super glued shut. While I didn't succeed in escaping, I did succeed in breaking a few nails and chipping some polish.

My only hope was using the bedroom door.

There were so many negative factors to this plan. I didn't know how many men Jacob had in this house. There could be a group waiting outside the door while one comes in to bring me food just in case I try something. Hopefully, everyone is scattered throughout the house. Next problem is I have no idea where I am in this house, if it's even a house. I could easily get lost or hit a dead end compared to the other people here and end up right back in this very room. And then there's the problem with actually getting out. If I do succeed, and that's a very big if, would I be able to get back home? Judging from outside the window, I was surrounded by forest. How am I supposed to navigate myself out of that?

And the positives?

There were none.

Despite all that, I was able to build up the courage to go through with this plan. Which is why I'm standing by the locked door, gripping a lamp tightly in my hands.

I took the shade off and unplugged it. The lamp was made out of smooth, red glass that was still slightly warm to the touch. Hopefully this plays out like a movie scene where the character hits someone over the head and the object shatters as the person crumbles to the ground.

That's when I make a run for it.

My ears perk up after hearing a mumbled conversation come through the other side of the door. Either the walls were too thick or their voices were too low because I couldn't hear a word being said.

I weighed the object in my hands before giving myself an encouraging nod. This has to work. It's going to work. The lamp was pretty heavy and I was confident in my choosing of it. Not like I had much of a choice considering this room lacked some furniture.

I gathered my top lip in my bottom, releasing slightly as I felt the gross taste of sweat forming on it. My hands were becoming slick with sweat, causing me to fumble with the lamp.