Going once Going twice Sold

Day 1

I paced the room, back and forth nervously, running my fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots in frustration. I felt weak. I'm totally helpless in this situation. I have no way of calling anyone, and no one here was willing to help me.

I wonder about Charles. He seems loyal to Harry, from what I have seen, but is he really. Maybe, just maybe I can convince him to help me when Harry isn't around. I knew it was going to be risky though, he could rat me out, and I don't really want to know what happens if I was to get in trouble, I need to plan this carefully. I wonder if there was anyone else who could help me.

My mind began to wonder, as the thought of escape seemed hopeless, I again start to think about my friend, Emily. I just hope she is okay. I wonder where she is. I can't help but feel this is all my fault. I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't of gotten so drunk and made sure we stayed together, none of this would have happened. I lean against the wall and slide down, coming to rest on the ground. My eyes begin to sting as I tear up, thinking about my family. Mum was right. I'm not old enough to go off on my own. We should never have gone anywhere on our own. I cried harder. I would give anything to be home. Mum told me, "I told you so." As she always did when she was right about anything, which was quite often.

I spent hours, just sitting, staring out the window at the clouds floating, the faint silhouette of an unknown city in the distance, the birds flying freely over nearby treetops and disappearing into the horizon.

Freedom was something I was always told to be grateful for and that I still took for granted. Now to have that freedom stripped away and to be trapped and helpless was like having the air sucked out of my lungs. At times, I was so deep in thought, I forget about my current situation and think about normal, everyday activities that I like going to the mall, or for a meal with friends, then I think of how those normal, daily activities were no longer an option for me.

I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and work out what I was going to do. I got up and walked towards the bedroom door, I grab the cold handle, turning it and pulling it open. I confidently walk out of my room and down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen, there was no one there. I then went looking for the other kitchen where the staff prepares the food. Sneaking, on tiptoe, down the unfamiliar hallways, stopping to peek around corners to make sure I didn't run into you know who. I turned right and walked down a long hall that had a single door at the end of it. I think to myself, "that must be it. Freedom." I get halfway down the hall when I hear the sound of shoes clicking on the floor. I quickly walked down the hallway and come to a tiny door about halfway down. I opened the door and squeezed into the small space. The last thing I needed was to run into Harry. I cough and look around for a light switch, but there was none. There was, however, a small amount of light seeping in through a vent in the wall. I crawl over, peeking through the vent as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer and stop a few feet away from the door.

"Charles!" An unfamiliar voice calls, causing the footsteps to head in the opposite direction.

Blood! I thought to myself. Why would he have blood on his suit? My heart raced at the thought of someone getting hurt. So many possible scenarios ran through my mind. I needed to refocus and get the hell out of this house. I open the door a crack and carefully check the hallway to make sure there was no one around.

They both leave the hallway to another room area of the house.

The footsteps walk towards the unfamiliar voice. "Show me."

"I can't get the blood out of this suit. I just don't know what to do."

The hallway was clear, so I decided to make a break for the door at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, running inside and slamming against it to make sure it closed. Eyes shut, I swallow the lump in my throat. My heart was racing as I let go of the door and open my eyes. I couldn't believe my eyes as I looked around the enormous kitchen. Relieved that there was no one in there, but also disappointed that there was no staff around. Having another look around, I realize I was in the chef's kitchen. All sorts of appliances lined the walls, and there was a huge work table in the middle of the room. I notice another door at the other end of the kitchen. I open it walking into a large pantry, filled with all kinds of food.

This was a complete waste of time, I think walking out of the pantry and back into the kitchen. I went over to the prep table and sat upon it, with my head on my knees, staring at the stove and the tiled wall that was in front of me. The sound of a closing door caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat, as I jumped off the table.

My focus was on the person who had just entered the kitchen. I was shocked by what I saw, another girl in the house. I looked her over. She was about my age, same height as me, with long, red hair and her pale face was flecked with light brown freckles.

"Who are you?" I ask, eager to know her name.

"Piper." She answers, walking towards me. "You must be Embry?"

I nodded in confirmation.