Release

Chapter Seven

After my declaration some odd twenty minutes ago silence had encased our room. Sometimes it felt like I had reacted too rashly but then others I though I reacted very well.

I mean here I was, in a stressful environment with people constantly threatening and hurting me. Plus the added emotional stress of realizing that an entire friendship was based on a lie along with being told that everything I believed about my father was a lie.

I just couldn't handle it. It was too much. I felt myself slipping and falling, back into the void that had contained me before I met Sam.

No! I couldn't think about him anymore!

 

Well it's pretty damn fucking hard I mean he is in the same room as you, dumbass. My brain sassed at me.

Oh fuck you!

Jesus Christ I really must be losing it if I'm having an augment with myself. I let out a long sigh and shifted in my seat. The metal let out a loud shriek and I winced at the loud sound in contrast to the silence.

I saw Sam fidgeting in his seat in the corner of my vision. His head was bent and I could see his face scrunched up in concentration. Beads of sweat covered his face and his blonde hair was in disarray around his face.

Everything was in a way starting to fall into place.

Why he looked a little more grown up than everyone else in year 10.

Why we never really hung out at his place.

Why he was so protective of me.

Why he seemed much more mature than most of the boys in my year.

I guess it all makes sense now. Especially those looks that he shared between my Father. I mean fuck! He's twenty years old you would have thought I would have noticed something, anything!

But I couldn't help but feel the bubble of affection that I always felt when I looked at him. It was just like Sam to never give up and I guess that aspect of his personality carried through into his job.

Suddenly he looked up and locked gazes with me. His blue eyes gave me a sad look and his face was drawn with tension.

"I'll get you out. I promise you Chloe, I will." He vowed before going back to his escape plan. Embarrassed at being caught staring at him I looked away and stared at my tied up feet.

I know you will, is what I said silently.

Suddenly Sam let out a victorious grunting noise before the sound of his metal chair falling to the ground.

"Sam?!" I whispered frantically. Suddenly his body was crouched in front of me, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I told you I would get us out!" He crowed smugly.

"Wha-? How?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief.

"Oh come on Chloe!" He said with a roll of his eyes. "I've be trained for this, you would think that I would have a plan C dontcha think?" I saw in his hands a small pocketknife that glinted in the harsh lighting.

His white tee shirt was stained and dirty, his dark jacket not even covering half of it. His jeans were ripped up beyond belief but in that moment I couldn't help but see him as my guardian angel, even after his betrayal.

I gave a small smile and in return Sam gave a beaming one back. "Right, come on baby girl, it's time to finally get you out of here!" He whispered while attacking the ropes on my feet.

Eventually the ropes gave way on my left ankle and when I moved to rotate it flared up in pain from being in that stiff position. I let out a small gasp of pain but was determined to keep going.

Swiftly cutting the ropes off the other foot he reach up to untie the ropes wrapped along my chest but suddenly the door swung open. Harsh leather boots clomped along the ground and Sam and I froze.

"Thought you could escape again? Oh really, you would have thought you would have learnt your lesson by now! Especially you, Samuel." Clown man grating voice echoed through the room as he stepped further inside.

Sam's body immediately jerked upwards and he positioned himself right in front of me. "Ready for round two?" Sam's voice echoed with stele. All traces of my friend were wash away and in its place was a stone cold protector.

-End of chapter seven-