Let Me Go

Chapter 6

Paul’s POV:

A few days passed with not much happening. She’d stay downstairs and talk to us sometimes and then go back up. The fifth day a lot changed.

I woke up and saw putting a fifth tally mark across his other four. By this time, the walls in the booth were covered with pictures and words. We started drawing on the floor and we were running out of space there to.

I looked around. George was in the bathroom, Ringo was still sleeping and now John was drawing on his arm. “You know,” he started. “We’re all going to have to shower soon. It smells like BO in here and I can’t stand it.”

“Me neither,” I reply. “But I’m hanging on till the very end.”

I heard Ringo shift under the covers. He was completely hidden under there. I don’t understand how he could sleep like that, I would suffocate.

George walked out of the bathroom and sat on the mattress. “I hope she brings food down soon,” he says. Of course that’s the first thing he says.

It seems like this girl just always waits for cues. “Well I have brought some,” she says. We all know the routine. John and George head into the bathroom and I go to wake Ringo up.

I shake him a bit and say “Wake up food is here,” As he does is grunt. “Rich, get up,” I say, pulling the covers off. I didn’t expect what I saw.

Who knew you could get sick from doing nothing all day?

Ringo was as white as a sheet, and that’s not an exaggeration. His usual bright blue eyes were a dim color. “I feel like shit,” he whispers and coughs, he sounded like he couldn’t speak above a whisper. He looks as tired as hell and he coughs some more and sniffles.

I look at Mercy. Sure she had planned something out in case one of us get sick right? “Mercy,” I almost shout. “Ringo really needs some medicine or something, he looks like shit.”

“Thanks,” Ringo whispers half sarcastically.

“Let him stay with you guys,” she says trying not to sound sympathetic. Somehow, I spotted a little sympathy in her voice. Now I know she’s at least a bit human.

“Are you kidding?!” I yell at her. “We’ll all get sick!”

“Well that’s TOO DAMN BAD!” she replies, yelling the last part.

“Listen,” I begin. This bitch has gotten on my last nerve. “I’m fucking sorry you got raped but…”

She cut me off and laughed. “You guys are shit at detecting lies.”

George and John come out of the bathroom, confused that no food has been brought yet. They see Ringo and go and sit next to him when I’m standing at the glass, the only thing separating me and her. We’re pretty much face to face. “What do you mean?” I ask her through clenched teeth.

“I never was attacked. I just thought some sob story would punch some guilt into your hearts.”

I stare at her for a while, and the others, hearing this, stand up (Except for Ringo, he just sat up) and stare at her. “You’re a psychopath!” Ringo says, then starts coughing again.

“Yep,” she says with a smile. It doesn’t even offend her, if anything she took it as a compliment.

“But even psych’s have feelings,” John says. “So won’t you just use the little heart you have and help Ringo?”

She thought it over for a second. Ringo coughed, and besides that it was silence. “Fine,” she decided. She went to one of the spare rooms and took out a key ring with what seems like 50n keys. She used five of them and opened the door. “I’ll use the spare room. All of you but Ringo go into the bathroom and I’ll give you your food.”

I gave Ringo one last glance and went into the bathroom. I never knew when I’d see him again.

Ringo’s POV:

The other three go into the bathroom. She picks up one of the plates and puts it in the spare room. I still remember what John told me before he went into the bathroom. She comes in and put the plates on the beds. I can barely stand up. How’d I even get so sick over night? All I know is that I have a terrible history with sickness.

She looks at me and sighs. “You really are terribly sick.” She grabs my hands and helps me up. I hate being so fucking helpless. I have to lean on her and we leave the booth. With me still leaning on her, she re-locks all the locks. She helps me into the extra room.

As she sits me down, I cough kind of on her. “Sorry,” I say. I look around the room and see what’s in it. Not much. A bed and a nightstand with a lamp since the outside light can’t get in here. “There’s your food,” she says, nodding to the drawer of the nightstand. I open it and a plate of food is in it.

As she begins to leave, I ask “If the reason you kidnapped us wasn’t for revenge, what was it?”

She turns around and gives me a weird look. “It doesn’t matter,” she says.

“Well, I still want to know. Won’t you tell me?” I cough while saying the last part.

She sighs and sits down. “You want to know why I took you? Why I’m doing this to you?” I nod. “Well, imagine having no one. Parents who rejected you. Parents who kicked you out. Imagine have no friends, having no one to talk to but a boyfriend, in your case girlfriend. Now imagine the one person you can talk to and trust loving and caring more about a band than they do about you. Well, that’s my life. That’s why you guys are here today.”

“Why did you tell us a fake sob story when you could’ve told us that one?” I asked.

“Because you don’t care about the personal life of a girl who kidnaps you and your friends and keeps you in her basement. You care about something illegal and criminal.”

“I care,” I said. All she did was quickly show a smile and walk out.

What John told me was still ringing in my ears. Trick the trickster. Have her fall for you.