In Hiding (Published!)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Cam had gotten paper from the house, he'd told the men that he was out of drawing paper, and we had fallen back asleep, he was bored. Shamal offered to take over, watch us, but Cam turned it down, saying he hasn't had that much fun in years. Cam wouldn't stop apologizing for that one. We knew he said it to cover up.

  Anyway, after we had our plan all drawn out, planned, and ready to go, we had to start deciding how we were going to get the keys to Camual's cab. We had few ideas.

  "How about this, Cam goes back into the house, tell them we're fast asleep, that we don't need watching. He's had us tied to the pole over there," he pointed to a rusted down pole, looking like it was holding up the majority of the barn, "and that we looked like we were gone for the night. Then, he can ask if they need anymore food, water, weapons, whatever, doesn't matter. He takes the keys, brings them back here instead of actually going, and we're gone!" Jess clapped his hands together, and grinned, satisfied with his plan.

  "But what if they see that he didn't actually get into the truck? Or they ask to see us tied up and snoozing? Or if they don't need anything, and they don't even give him the key? What's he going to do then? Sneak the key out of his pocket?" I said, getting louder as I spoke.

  Cam put his hand on my shoulder, and I calmed down instantly. Jess glanced us over. I flushed a dark pink.

  I shook my head at him, and he got up and started pacing the floor.

  "You're right, Cas', there are plenty of possibility's to get caught. Do you wanna take a chance anyway?" He smiled a hopeful smile.

  "Jess, if we get caught, so does Cam, and then we're ALL going to die." I pointed to us, then Cam, then crossed my arms, waiting to be told another idea, 'cause I had nothing.

 "Then what else, Casey? Because that's all the plan I got, and unless we do something soon, we're going to die anyway!" Jess stomped his foot, which made us all burst into a chorus of laughter.

  Something clicked against the barn door. Somebody was coming in, but it sounded like they were fiddling with the lock, like they were rushing to get in, which was making them go slower. We paused for about 3 seconds before taking action. Jess grabbed the sheets we were sitting on making the plan, and tossed them back to Cams homemade bed. Cam took the planning sheets, folded them and smashed them in his back pocket, and sat down on this wooden chair so the man wouldn't see the lump.

  As for me and Jess, we were supposed to be tied up for the plan to be taking into action, so we grabbed rope and tied it loosely around the rusted down pole, as sturdy as we could make look. Hoping the man wouldn't come over and tighten it, we didn't pretend to be sleeping, we just pretended to be terrified. Cam put a fake, evil smile on his face, which looked so real, I was almost actually terrified.

  The man burst through the barn door just as Jess and I sat down against the pole.  "I thought I heard laughing..." It was Ashton, Cam's own father.

  Cam's eyes widened. He stuttered trying to talk to him. It seemed as if he was more terrified of his father then he was of the other two men.

  "N-No dad. Nobody's laughing in here, maybe you heard crying. They're terrified little... w-wimps, aren't they?" Cam said slowly.

  Even though I knew Cam said that just to please his dad, and make him go away, it still stung hearing him say it.

  It worked, Ashton smiled an evil smile, and looked toward me. Right into my eyes.

  "They are, aren't they?" Ashton snickered.

  Without looking away from my eyes, Ashton started walking towards me, slowly. The slower he went, the more terrifying it seemed.