White Lies

Chapter 2

^Owen above^

-CHASE-

The hard gravel dug into my hands once more as I attempted to scale the two story building. An old rope was dangling from the lighting rod on top of the roof, on its way down it hung straight in front of my window.

My arms were weak as I tried to climb up, hinting why I kept failing. I had never done anything like this before. Gym class usually taught you how, but I had quit ages ago. Plus the fact the rope was old making me fear it might not be able to support my weight. It was just lying on the floor of the shed.

The four men were still inside the house so I couldn't use the front. And since my room was on the second floor, this was the only way in.

 After a few few more tries, I finally make it in. My feet hit the hard flooring quietly. I then unhook the rope from the side of the house and let it drop behind the bushes, wincing at the loud noise it makes. The walls weren't that soundproof. I wouldn't be surprised if they heard me climbing. Yelling down stairs makes me tense for a second before I realize that it was just aimed at another one of the men and not me. 

It was strange to hear my dad's voice clear in alcohol nowadays.  My attention wanders to it but I snap it back. This wasn't a stupid shop-lift like he did sometimes idiotically.  It was a human. My breath shortens a the thought. Dad was a lot of things, a drunk, abusive at times, but I believed he still enough mercy in his soul to never go this far. Wouldn't I be dead already if didn't? He still left money out for me to go buy food when he could remember, didn't he?  He has to be under control or being blackmailed, I try to smooth myself.  That is, until I realize the date. September ninth. No wonder...

This kid was being kidnapped was completely innocent. Of course I didn't know that for sure, but being taken from away from everything you once knew and into the path of thoughtless violence was cruel.  

I had no idea how they would even get away with this or where the hell would they hide them. One of them had said take them to the cellar, but from what I know, I didn't even know we had one. I've lived here my whole life and you would have thought I would know. 

A hasty idea comes to mind is quick to try to demolish it, but I do it anyway. Slowly I open the door so no one hears me and down the hallway closet, praying as I pass the stairs they won't see me. The door creaks open to the small room and I move so I'm inside within a flash.  Above I flick the light on so I can see. This house had to have a different purpose a long time ago because on the backside a huge white board was covering a small hole to climb down to a little space under the first floors floorboards. It was about half the size of my room and about half the height. I had no clue about architecture, but I knew it was cool as hell. I was the only one who knew about it. The thing was it was really hot so I rarely went down and you always needed to have a flashlight since it was dark.

I doubted this was the place they were talking about it, but I would at least try. It allowed me to hear their conversations even if it was a bust. I took a deep a stepped down into it.

One by one I made myself down.The ladder was noisy, but not enough for anyone else to hear. When I got inside the room, my first thought it was a lot smaller than I previously thought. I've grown since my last visit. My second thought is that this is no way this was the room they were talking about. It was pitch black and noiseless accept from the burning boiler. I can hear footsteps and rough voices in a conversation.

"Oh, what the fuck Richard. We need the damn boy alive, you didn't have to be so harsh on him." Grumbles come from my farther.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Kielk."