Escape

Chapter 5

3 hours. 3 damn hours.

I've been sitting here staring at the wall, wondering when someone will come in and explain to me what the hell's going on.

As if on queue, a part of the wall opened, revealing a small doorway. In the middle of that doorway, a guard stood holding a small plate of grey slop and a cup of water.

The guard walked over and placed the plate on the bed next to me and the cup in my hand. "Eat." He ordered me.

I rolled my eyes and shoved a spoonful of the slop into my mouth, and I immediately wished I hadn't. It was worse than I ever remembered, and I couldn't bear the disgusting taste.

I spit out the food all over the guard, who looked down at his splattered shirt in surprise. Then he looked up at me, and anger flared in his black eyes.

I didn't even have time to react. The guard's hand collided with the right side of my face, and he bent down and shouted in my ear, "You little bitch. I hope they lock you in here forever." Then he stood back upright and sneered at me, and began walking out of the room.

Heat rose up in my face and, bringing my hand up to my bruising cheek, I felt hot tears sting in my eyes.

That dick.

I sprung up, and I guess the guard must have heard me and turned around, just to get a face full of fist.

He looked down, being that he was a good foot taller than me, and his face quivered with shock. I knew what would come next if I didn't make a run for it, and I knew that thing would be a lot more painful than a slap to the face.

The guard brought up his arm to strike me again, but I moved away faster than he, or I, thought I would be able to. I ducked behind him and started to run, heading for the open door. I knew the guard was right on my heels-

"Oof." Someone grunted as I ran right smack into them. I fell back on my butt, and the guard who was after me tripped over my body and fell face first onto the floor. I looked over at his disgruntled expression, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Two strong arms pulled me to my feet, interrupting my little giggle-fest. I looked up and my eyes were met with a set of dark brown ones. "What the hell are you doing?" Will said, his face twisted in a hard expression.

Too stunned to speak, all I could manage was, "Whhaa...." and my daze drifted over to the guard, who angrily climbed to his feet. I imagined hot steam billowing out his ears as his face filled red with rage.

Will sighed, and dropped his hands from my arms. "You are dismissed." He said to the guard, whose deathly stare-down at me was interrupted. He looked over at Will, his face resembling a little kid who didn't get to go on his favorite amusement park ride. Not soon did his disappointed expression shrivel back into a sneer, "Who put you in charge, you little-"

"Direct orders from Marshall. And I suggest you follow those orders, Mackenzie."

My hand immediately shot to my mouth as I tried to contain my laughter, and I had to turn away from the embarrassed Mackenzie.

Mackenzie left without hesitation, obviously not wanting to stay and be laughed at by the same person he had it in for about two minutes ago.

"A, you can't just lash out on a guard and expect to get away with it." Will said. I swiveled around, knowing that my already-black and blue cheek was visible to him. His face automatically softened, and he brought his hand up to my injured cheek. I swear I heard him mutter "That bastard" to himself. His hand lingered on my swollen cheek, and his eyes trailed around my whole face, coming right back to my eyes, which were watching him with curiosity. He dropped his arm to his side and cleared his throat. I looked away, and walked back to my bed.