Let Me Be Free

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Chey's POV

My head is Pounding. Killing me. I blink my eyes open, slowly adjusting to the strange lighting of the room. It was dark, but not quite dark enough that I couldn't easily make out my surroundings.

I sat up, trying to push myself up with my arms but I quickly topple over, landing on my back and whacking my head against the concrete, cold floor.

"What the hell..." I mutter to myself and fidget with my hands under my back, which I quickly realize are tied together.

I freeze when I hear heavy breathing coming from like... five different places in the room?

"Anybody else there?" I call out, but my voice is still kind of quiet. It's a stupid question, I know, but it kind of just slipped out of my mouth.

"Hey, who's that?" Another voice responds. It sounds a little deeper then mine, I'm assuming it's a guy, around my age.

"Where are we?" I ditch his question and change the subject, trying to get answers.

"No idea," He responds. I look around the room and come to eye contact with the person.

I was right, it's a guy around my age. He's got bright, bright blue eyes from what I can tell, his darker brown hair is quiffed up slightly, and for his age, he looks like he's got a pretty good build. Like for his age especially.

"Are you tied up too?" He snaps me out of my silent admiring and I nod in response, knowing that he can see me.

He begins wiggling around, trying to get out of his hold and I copy him, but unlike his 'useless' thrashing, I know I can actually get out of this. My brother used to tie my hands up behind my back all the time, he's seven, and I used to Ah-maze him with how he could just turn his back and I would be out of the hold. I learned a little trick, and I also learned how bendy I was one of those days.

I put my little skill into action immediately. My arms are tied tightly behind my back, so it's going to take a little more work then usual, but I can do it. I ball my knees up to my chest and I bring my tied up hands down to my butt, pushing my body backwards through my arms so they're in front of me. It takes a little bit of wriggling around, like I expected, but pretty soon my arms are in front of me, and I pull at the rope, that is now chaffing my skin, with my teeth. I successfully get it off my hands and I run a hand through my hair, before I let out a heavy breath, standing up tentatively.

I cover the distance between me and the other boy and I crouch down beside him, grasping his hands in mine, that're still tied behind his back, and I begin untying the knots.

"How'd you get out," He rubs his wrists after I get the rope off them and gazes at me, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Secret," I wink at him and he chuckles lightly.

"Shoot, we should help everybody else," He breaks eye contact with me and I raise an eyebrow.

"Everybody else?" I look around and suddenly realize what he means. The breathing that I heard earlier was coming from him and four other people. Go me and my great deciphering.

"I'll help Nash and Cameron... Can you untie Shawn and Aaron?" He peers at me and I just wrinkle my eyebrows together.

"Um.." I start but he lets out a little laugh, realizing I don't know who the hell he's talking about.

"Shawn and Aaron are those two guys over there, Nash and Cameron are the other guys over here," Hayes gestures to two boys closer to me first, then gestures to two others closer to him, all four of them still unconscious.