Escape // Marcus and Martinus Story ❤️❤️

Chp 6

Trapped. It's a strange thing. You can be trapped but you can also feel trapped. Feeling trapped is completely different as you're not confined to a particular space but still feel like you're not free. You could travel the world yet still feel imprisoned. It's horrible. At least if you're trapped in a particular space that you can somehow get out. If you feel trapped then there's no escape. There's no way out. I was stuck.

Joel : you ready?

Sam : yeah, let me just get something out my locker.

Joel : what is it?

Sam : just my jumper.

Joel : wear mine.

He began to lift his jumper up over his head before I could answer him. I smiled.

Sam : thanks.

I put it on over my top as we headed out the schools doors and onto the street.

Joel : you've not been to mine for ages!

Sam : I know

Joel : it's been, what, a month!?!

Sam : think so

He stopped and looked down at me. I didn't look back up but instead kicked the stones away from my feet.

Joel : you should come round more often. The extension's nearly finished so I'll soon be getting my new room!!

Sam : cool.

He looked down at me once more and again I did not look back at him.

Joel : it's gonna be way bigger than my old room. It's gonna have a pool table, a couch AND a massive tv!

Sam : sounds good.

Joel : it is.

We were getting close to his house now as it was only a mere two minute walk from the school. Though it felt longer in the moment, I must add.

Joel : see, you can see how much bigger it makes the house look.

Sam : it's not all about size though.

Joel : no but it does make you look richer!!

I never bothered to comment back as there was no point. We made our way inside the house and he began to show me where everything was gonna go in his new room. I remained rather quiet with the odd 'oh' or 'nice' here and there.

We walked towards his old room in silence. As soon as we got inside, he looked straight at me with concern.

Joel : ok, what is up with!?

Sam : what do you mean?

Joel : what do you mean, what do I mean?!?! You're so out of it. And I'm not just talking about today, you've been off for weeks. Whats happened?!?!?

Sam : nothings happened.

Joel : then what is it!? Tell me!

His voice raised to a higher volume every time he spoke.

Sam : there's nothing to tell.

I sat down on the bed.

Joel : well obviously there is!

Sam : ....

I looked down at my hands as they fiddled with my bracelet

Sam : fine, it's about the trip.

Joel : Really!?! I should of known it was something to do with that bloody trip!!!!

Sam : I just can't stop thinking about it.

Joel : well you're not going. You can't go back!

Sam : I could always ask if there's an extra space...

Joel : NO!!!

I gulped.

Joel : YOU ARE NOT GOING ON THAT TRIP!!!

Sam : why don't you want me to go and have fun!

Joel : I'm not stupid Sam! I know that they'll be other boys that you'll go with!!!!

Sam : I would never do that!!!

Joel : OF COURSE YOU WILL!!

Sam : you don't trust me!?!!

Joel : no I don't!!!

I stood up.

Sam : I want to go Joel, you can't stop me.

He grabbed my arms in the exact same spot as last time. I felt the bruises ache as he clenched hard on top of them.

Sam : stop!!! Get off!!!!

Joel : I'll get off if you agree not to go!!!!

Sam : no!

Joel : SAM!!

Sam : I'm going!

He took his hands off of my arms and for a split second I thought I was free. That he had finally come to terms with my decision. How foolish I was.

He raised his hand and smacked me across the face, leaving behind a stinging pain. My hand made its way up to the blood. I stood, glued to the floor, in horror. He was breathing heavily. I couldn't even see a hint of regret come over him. It was like he was proud. Proud of what damage he had just accomplished.

I was hurt. Inside and out. I grabbed my bag that lay on the floor and ran. Out the room, through the corridor and straight out the house. Tears flooded my eyes making it rather difficult to see anything. As I ran I struggled with the jumper that still cling to my body. I ripped it off and dumped it on the side of the street.

My hands were shaking as I put the key in the door. I opened it and immediately noticed Annabelle in the corner of my eye.

Annabelle : Sam?

I ran up the stairs as fast as I possibly could, went into my room, slamming the door as I went, and plummeted my face into my duvet. I felt relieved to be back home. The smell of the fresh linen and my perfume filled my lungs and in a way calmed me down slightly.

I lay there for only a few seconds before realising that I may have just gotten blood all over my duvet. I kneeled up to see that it was everywhere. I grabbed a wile from my drawer and began to wipe my face as I stared into the mirror.

I heard a faint knock on my door. I sniffed the tears away before replying.

Sam : go away dad!

The door opened.

Annabelle : it's me.

I sighed as I tried to hide my face from her. It didn't work.

Annabelle : what happened to your face!?!

Sam : it's nothing.

Annabelle : Did someone slap you!!!

Sam : no I'm fine, really. It's just a small cut.

She sat herself on the bed behind me.

Annabelle : are you ok?

Sam : yeah why would you ask that?

Annabelle : oh em maybe by the fact you just ran in the house crying with a scarred face?!?

Sam : good point.

Annabelle : so?

Sam : it's a long story.

Annabelle : you don't have to tell me. Just know that I'm always here for you.

Sam : I know. Thanks Ann.

I caught a glimpse of her smile in the mirror.

Sam : I've got news.

Annabelle : what!? Tell me?!?

Sam : I'm gonna try and get my space back in the trip!

Annabelle : really!?!!!

Sam : yeah. I may not get back in but I'm willing to try.

Annabelle : good, I knew you shouldn't have dropped out.

Sam : yeah, I know that now.