Vindictive

26.

"Did you lock the door?" Camila asked. The man who practically just saved her life nodded, "I did.."

An older woman walked down the stairs, tying her pale pink robe around her waist. "Gerald, what on Earth... who is she?!" Gerald threw his arms up and shrugged.

The woman walked the length of the stairs, but kept her distance from Camila, as if the terrified girl with dried blood on her forehead, dirt all over her legs, arms, and face, twigs and leaves stuck in her hair, with tape and rope indents on her arms, and legs was any harm. "Call the police. Please!" Gerald went toward the phone, but his wife Nancy stopped him. "You aren't calling anyone until this American tells us why she's knocking on our door at half past one."

"I swear, I'm not here to do any harm." Camila held her hands up. "There are bad people out there, and they killed people, and they kidnapped me and my best friend, and I was able to get away. I just need to call the cops before they hurt her, he's probably out there searching for me."

"Murderers? Are you high young lady?" Nancy asked.

"High?! No! What the hell? I just need help! Do I look high?"

"No, but you do look like you need a shower." Nancy sneered at Camila.

"Are you kidding me?! I've been running for my life half the night! Just let me call the police!" Camila lunged for the phone, but Nancy pulled her arm away. "I'm sorry, but you need to go, we aren't supplying druggies in our home, Gerald, walk her out."

"No! Please! You've gotta believe me!"

"She was probably getting high off drugs with her friends, and they all started hallucinating and she fell and bumped her head. What's that new thing the kids are trying? Mushrooms? You're disrupting our sleep darling." Nancy said.

Gerald opened the door, and pushed Camila out, and she couldn't believe what just happened. She just had a way out. "Please!" Camila cried banging on the door.

She watched as the living room light turned off, and she knew they weren't going to help her. She wrapped her arms around her legs, and started cursing to herself. Then she thought of Lauren who was probably tied back up to a chair in that cold attic, and she spotted the next house with the porch light on, just a few houses away and across the street, so she ran.

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"They can't find Camila." Harry said, looking up from his phone, he let out a groan. "This is bad, this is real bad.." he muttered to himself. "Just tell him where to meet us." Zayn said. Harry nodded, and started texting away. Harry was texting on an old fashioned phone, not his usual iphone, and Lauren couldn't help but wonder if that was their untraceable phone, like in the movies. Hope started to diminish again that she was never getting away.

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Camila started to loudly bang on the door, and she could hear footsteps running down the stairs, and the light in the living room turn on. The curtain on the door was pulled open, and Camila was met by the face of a teenage boy. Camila gave him prayer hands, he shut the curtain, and Camila could hear the door unlocking. Moments later it was opened.

"Um.. do I know you?" he questioned. Camila shook her head, peering over her shoulder. Now she knew why the other couple thought she was on drugs, she was in such a manic state of mind. "Can I come in? I'm harmless I swear, I just need to use the phone." The boy opened the door wider, and allowed Camila entrance.

"Ashton, what is going on down here?" An older woman said walking down the stairs. She rubbed at her eyes, and then they widened when she saw Camila standing there with her disheveled appearance. "What on Earth did I tell you about sneaking these, no offense young lady, but these troubled girls into our house." Ashton started to laugh.

"Mom. I don't even know her, she just started banging on our door, and I was just on my way back from the toilet."

"Can you guys just please, please, call the cops." Ashton's mother, Anne immediately ran for the phone. "What seems to be going on?" she asked.

"My best friend and I were kidnapped by our own boyfriends, and we found out that they're murderers, and then we escaped and they caught us again, and then I managed to escape again, but my best friend is still in that house with them, and I think my boyfriends out there looking for me." Ashton and Anne looked at Camila with absolute horror in their eyes. "I only see shit like this happening in the movies..."

"Ashton! Watch your mouth! Go get this girl something to drink." Ashton nodded, and made his way to the kitchen. "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll have help soon." Anne assured her dialing three numbers on the phone, and pressing it to her ear. Camila sunk down in the seat, feeling like half of the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders.