Let Me Go

Chapter 8

John’s POV:

Mercy comes back downstairs, holding our lunches with a smile plastered onto her face. “I have great news boys!” she exclaims while unlocking door. “First of all, get your sweet little asses into the bathroom!”

I give her stink eye that she only replies to with a smile. I hate to hear her definition of great news. We all go into the bathroom and wait until we get the signal. This sucks. We leave the room and she’s locking our door again. “So what’s this ‘great news’ you speak of?” I ask, putting air quotes around great news.

“Well, it’s more great news for me than you. The police came, they did a shit job of checking my house and now I’m all cleared. I’m not a suspect!” she exclaims.

“How did they not find this? It’s a whole ‘nother floor!”

“You see, to get to this floor, you have to clear my closet out. They you have to raise a square or carpet. Then you have to find my key and unlock the lock I have on the wooden door. Then you open the door and walk down the stairs, careful not to hit your head!”

My jaw drops. How the fuck long has she been planning this? She smiles and starts to unlock Ringo’s door. She goes in there and shut the door behind her.

I start to pound on the glass out of frustration. I look at all my tallies, it’s been six days. Only SIX! It’s felt like a lifetime. How long does she plan on keeping us here? She comes back out and says “Well, I have a lunch date, so tootles!” She waves her hand like she’s sweet and goes back upstairs.

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It was later that night, around 8:00 if I had to estimate. That’s when I heard the door open. We all turn our heads and look at her. She looks like shit, a cold expression on her face. Her hair was messy and she had a huge cut on her face. She still had our dinner though. “You’d never fucking guess what just happened.”

We all gave her weird looks and all she did was point to the bathroom door. We give each other all looks and walk into the bathroom. We hear the signal and walk out, and she’s just sitting at the sound table with her head down. “Mind filling us in?” Paul asked.

She gives him a sadistic look and says “Fine.” We all sit, ready for a story as she neared the microphone, looking ready to tell us. “Okay so IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUISNESS!”

She stands up, unlocks the room Ringo is in and just stays in there for a while.

God only knows what happened.

Ringo’s POV:

Mercy comes into my room, and for once, emotion was clear on her face, along with a cut that spread clear across her face. “Are you okay?” I ask. Of course she’s not okay she’s on the verge of tears.

“Fine,” she replies, giving me my food and beginning to leave. She stops at the door and I see a tear roll down her cheek. “No, I’m not,” she says as she begins to violently cry. I sit up and grab her arm to sit her down.

“What happened?” I ask.

“It was a joke. Me and my boyfriend went on a lunch date, and this girl started flirting with him. We decided we’d trick her into buying our lunch. So we did, but she followed us back to his place. When she figured out we were dating, she got mad at me and grabbed a bottle to hit me with. After the first two blows I finally got out of there.”

She just started crying more and rested her head on my shoulder. I rubbed her back. “It’ll be okay.” We just sat there for a while.

It was nice.

Paul’s POV:

After she went back upstairs, John was still pissed as hell. He was ready to start an argument about anything, I could see it in his eyes. I started getting ready for bed when he asked “Paul, what the fuck are you doing?”

I sigh and try to reply calmly “Making my bed.”

“Who the fuck makes their bed before they sleep in it?”

“I the fuck do.”

“What the fuck man.”

George sighed so loud both of us turned our heads to him. “This is how civil wars are started,” he said. I roll my eyes and crawl into bed.

“Shut it George,” John says.

“Lay off Lennon,” I tell him.

“We’ve all been together in this room to long. Let’s just go to bed,” George says. We all go to bed and hope that we’ll see the light of day again.