Avenge him

Tied up at the moment, literally.

Megan's POV

Joycelyn accepted the dagger in a nervous anger. She seemed reluctant initially, but one look in my eyes, and she went through with the plan.

Why?

We weren't the closest teams of officers, but I knew her well enough that she wasn't capable of murder. Or was she?

Sasha handed over the knife. She took her time to head back to the kitchen while Joycelyn seemed to have some sort of mental debate with herself.

Abbie leaned over towards me and whispered, "I have a plan. I will stall, you try to get the ropes off.Got it?" She passes over a pocket knife to my tied hands with slight difficulty.

Sasha and Joycelyn had tied us with two double knotted ropes, a lot to handle with this tiny pocket knife.

I start to cut the first rope as quietly as possible. I hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.

One step, two, three... first rope cut.

"Well, where were we?" Sasha sighs dramatically as she strolls into the room.

Damn. Hope Abbie has a good distraction.

I look over at Abbie for a quick second, and she sat with a confident smirk. I sat there and continued to cut through the rope until Abbie began her distraction. " So what kind of blade is it?"

I almost drop the knife.

I give her a not so subtle glare and continue cutting the strong rope as she continues to distract Sasha.

"Why the hell does it matter what type it is? Aren't you more worried about i don't know... GETTING KILLED?!"

I choke back a laugh at how quickly Sasha gets angry over how dependent she is on seeing our panic and her precious knifes.

"Well I'm just saying, some girls like knifes. I'm one of those girls, and that is one gorgeous blade you have there. It would be a pleasure to be stabbed by that thing."

I shake my head and held back a gasp, the ropes are cut.

Sasha grits her teeth and takes a step towards Abbie, who seemed to be holding back a shiver. I grasp the tiny pocketknife and lunge forward to keep her back.

Sasha screams as I take the pocket knife and cut through her hand that was holding the long blade. She screams again in a mixture of pain and frustration.

Joycelyn ran to Sasha's aid while I set Abbie free. Now we are even.

Joycelyn and Sasha pick up their daggers and point them directly at our hearts. We may be even, but

We aren't armed.

Shit.