The Girl Behind The Books #2

Chapter 3

Emma's POV

Pain.

That's all I felt. For once, I wanted to just go numb- physically.

I missed Brendon like crazy. I would give anything to just lay in bed in his arms. My heart ached at the thought of him.

I didn't know how long it has been since the meat incident but I was hungry, cold, smelly, and bloody. 

Just when I finally thought things were getting better, just when I thought I could finally have hope, something has to fuck it up.

And surprisingly it wasn't me or my own head that fucked things up.

I needed to know why I was here and I needed to find a way to get the hell out.

I pulled against the chain holding me in place but then gave up. "I need food and a shower," I yelled as loud as I could. "Please, anyone?" I yelled loudly, again and again, getting up, trying to get near to the door. "Shut up," I heard Charlotte yell back all of a sudden after a couple of minutes. 

I gulped and sunk back down on the hard dusty floor and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to start crying. 

Just then I found myself staring at a big sharp rock that was a little far away from me. I quickly laid on my stomach and tried to reach the rock, the metal cuff digging into my already swollen and bloody ankle. 

I groaned trying harder to at least get my fingertips to touch the rock. "please please please please," I muttered to myself desperately trying to reach for the rock. Finally, my fingertips grazed against the rock as I pushed myself a little more. 

Relief washed over me when I felt my hand grab the rock as I pulled it towards me, getting a better grip of the rock. I moved back, reducing the pain in my ankle. I held the rock tightly with both hands and stared down at the somewhat thin chain.

I brought my hands up above my head and with all the energy I had, I hit the chain with the rock. I stared at the chain disappointed. I was way too weak.

I can't just give up.

I repeatedly hit the rusty metal chain, hoping it would break. My hands started to turn red as sweat beads rolled down my forehead and neck.

I gulped and raised my arms above my head once again and closed my eyes. I hit the chain with all the strength I could muster up.

I slowly opened my eyes. I looked down at the chain as my eyes widened. The old rusty chain was broken. The corners of my lips twitched as I smiled a little.

I did it.

I quickly stood up and tried my best to get to the door without falling. I gripped onto the door nob and slowly pushed it down.

My heart dropped when the door didn't budge. Of course, she locked it.

I kept pushing the doorknob down wishing it would just somehow open.

Just then, the door moved. I quickly backed away when I realized it wasn't me opening the door.

The door opened and found myself looking at the same guy- Ian I think, from earlier.

"Hey how did you-" He said, looking down at my ankle and the chain.

I quickly pushed him as hard as I can and rushed out the door. I was in a house- not just a house- a super expensive looking modern mansion.

I didn't stop. I just kept running towards the front door and tried to pull and push it open.

It was also locked. I didn't waste any time and rushed up the stairs when I heard footsteps rushing towards me.