Hey, so sorry for the huge gap between posting but I've had a ton of exams to study for :/
So, here we are!
(Still in Holly's POV in case anybody's forgotton!)
We were frozen, our eyes locked. The pounding had stopped. My heart was beating so violently against my chest I was surprised he couldn't hear it. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. I don't know how long we stood there, waiting. It seemed like hours.
Jared put a finger to his lips, stood up and swiftly edged out the door, hardly making a sound in the thick-carpeted hall. I seized my chance. As quietly as I could, I climbed into the bath with Amber. The bleeding had slowed considerably but she'd lost a lot already, I breathed a silent sigh of relief, which vanished a second later when I realised I was still trapped. Shifting Amber into a more comfortable sitting position, I leaned her against edge of the tub before quietly climbing out. I was acting on pure fear, well you would wouldn't you?
Still having no idea what I was doing, I snuck to the door and leaned out the slightest bit. The hall was empty, he must've gone downstairs. I was torn, I wanted grab the nearest blunt object and run at him like a crazy person, which probably wouldn't be the best idea given he seemed more then a little disturbed. Then again he'd said if I listened to him he'd let us go, but did I want to trust the guy who'd just attacked my best friend? Simple answer: no. I never really had a choice, at that moment a smashing sound came from downstairs. I had no idea what was going on, I only hoped it wasn't poor Mr Jackson. All I knew was that I had to move fast.
That might explain why I did what I did next. I retreated into the bathroom, silently closing all of the doors in the hall on the way; maybe it'd buy me some precious time if he didn't know which room we'd gone into. I dragged Amber out of the tub, and put my arm around her waist, hoisting her into a semi-standing position. God, she was heavy. Not that she's a big girl or anything, but a dead weight is never easy to carry.
'Now would be a great time to wake up,' I murmured, half hoping she'd suddenly wake up, full of energy and with some awesome escape plan. She didn't, although I thought I saw her eyelids flicker the tiniest bit.
It was as I was half dragging her out of the bathroom a dark figure blocked the doorway. Crap. Feeble explanations began to form in my mind; 'I thought someone was breaking in!' 'I was following you downstairs.' 'You're a psycho and I want to escape!'. Ok, well maybe not that last one.
'Oh Jesus, is she ok?' My eyes snapped up. Alex was stood in the doorway, his black hair plastered to his forehead, his face was pale and he had blood splattered on his shirt, but he looked unhurt. I gaped at him, unable to form a coherent sentence. He didn't even hesitate; he strode forwards and put his arm around the other side of Amber's waist, taking at least half of the weight.
'Wha...' I stuttered like a complete idiot. My eyes darted to the door, convinced any moment Jared would return brandishing a weapon of some kind.
'Look, I dunno what he told you but he's crazy. I think I knocked him out but we gotta get going. NOW.' I met his steady gaze, and he looked deadly serious. I nodded, and we between the two of us we managed to lug Amber's unconscious form downstairs.
'How exactly are we getting out of here?' I panted, only just avoiding slipping on the last step and earning myself a nice concussion.
'Um...not thought that far ahead. But I did lock Jared in a cupboard.' He added brightly, as if that made up for his lack of hero techniques. At least that meant he'd be trapped for a while.
'Ok, can you drive?' I asked, sitting on the last step, keeping my arm around Amber's waist I carefully sat her next to me trying not to panic at the sight of her blood stained clothes. Alex had let go of her and was pacing back and forth.
