ACE

Chapter four

After the slightly awkward breakfast I had to endure with Ace, he locked me in his room.

Mumbling something along the lines of I have work to do, and, I can't trust you, which was true cause I was now sitting on his bed planning my escape while he was in some meeting in his office downstairs.

My original plan was to just open his bedroom
window and scale down the side of the house, but Ace had it boarded.

The window was too high off the ground anyway.

Sighing I got up off the bed.

I guess I could take a shower.

Walking towards the bathroom I glance in the mirror to the right.

I didn't look like myself, my hair astray, jaw sunken in, hollow eyes, and I had obviously lost some weight over the 24 hours I'd been here.

Fuck what was he doing to me.

Looking up into the mirror I attempt to fix the rats nest that was my hair. Trailing my hands down my neck I see the bruises Ace had adorned it with.

Turning around I was determined to wash all traces of him away, at least for now.

But then the window caught my eye.

Oh the glorious window... there were no bars on it. Ace must have forgotten it existed.

This is it! This is my chance!

I scrambled to the tiny rectangular window atop the toilet, pushed it open, and tested to see if the front half of my body could fit, and it could.

But oh fuck, how was I going to scale down?

I was three stories up and I just knew that I wouldn't survive without some sort of leverage... like a rope.

I ran back into Ace's bedroom.

Rope... I shifted through his drawers... no rope... I looked into his closet... no rope... I looked under his bed... still no rope.

I stood up, maybe I could...

I gathered the silk sheets from his bed in my arms. He definitely had enough for me to get down at least a floor.

I started tying all the sheets I could find together in tight knots, and when I was done I stood back to marvel at my handy work.

Running into the bathroom I secured one end of the tied sheets around the base of the toilet, wrapping it enough times so that it would hold.

Finally done I grabbed a middle part of the makeshift rope, stood on top of the closed toilet, and squirmed my way through the tiny window.

I guess Ace thought I'd be too big to fit. Serves the bastard right.

Once out the window, I wrapped some of the fabric across the opened palm of my hand and began my slow descent to the bottom.

But of course things didn't go as planned for me because the rope only lasted until about halfway down the second floor.

Just my luck... I'd have to jump.

I looked down below me. It had to be at least 17 feet. Mustering up all the courage I had left, I leapt.

Several long moments of air were felt until I crashed to the ground harder than I wanted to; knocking the wind out of me in the process.

I looked like a gaping fish out of water, breathing in and out shallowly. The pain in my back side was flaring. I was momentarily paralyzed, I couldn't move.