Let Me Be Free

// 10 \\

Chey's POV

"Cheyy!" The boys squealed like schoolgirls when all successfully got through the hole and they pulled me into a group hug, causing me to laugh loudly.

"Anybody know what the hell happened?" I ask, still smiling when they pull away.

"Well, basically you were brought into this room overnight, without anybody noticing, kept in here, our wall was replaced by a one way mirror, so we saw you but you couldn't see us, then you were attacked by two guys who you easily demolished, and now we're going to escape like we planned!" Nash spoke so quickly I barely had time to register everything but I caught on and a laugh slipped out of my mouth.

"Okay, well then what're we waiting for! Let's go!" I cheer and the boys chuckle and I run to the door.

They all gather behind me and I twist the knob open slowly, poking my head out and looking side to side before fully stepping out, gesturing for the boys to follow.

"By the way, where'd you learn to rig a door like that?" Cameron asks, a little too loudly if you ask me.

"Shh. I know from my uncle, he had a habit of wanting to throw me into a closet and lock me in there for awhile," I answer, and I don't even have to turn around to feel the sympathetic stares that're burning into my back as I make my way down the long hallway, boys in tow.

"Do you know which way we're going?" Aaron pipes up.

"Yes, Aaron. I've been around this building so many times I know it like the back of my hand," I make sure my words drip with sarcasm.

"Sheesh," He huffs and I let out a little laugh.

"No, Aaron, I don't. But I'm hoping we'll stumble across something," I shrug and continue striding down the hallway, turning left rather then right, which leads to a dead end.

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We've come across one room now and we're currently trying to break the door down, or somehow pick the lock.

Who am I kidding.

I'm literally sitting on a table, doing nothing, while the boys keep throwing themselves into the door.

I'm helpful.

"A little help Chey?" Cameron huffs after running into the door again.

"Well, all you had to do was ask," I smirk and jump up from my position on the table and saunter over to the door. I look around on the floor near the door until I find a paper clip.

I pick it up and push it in the door, jiggling around until I hear a satisfying click.

"Really?" Nash frowns at me.

"What?" I blink at him innocently, doing my damn best job at hiding my smirk.

"Why'd you make us do all that work then?" Hayes pouts.

"You didn't ask," I let the smirk grow on my face and I laugh when the boys all huff before I swing the door open and they all start filing through.

I go to follow them, but I don't make it more then one step when I feel a sharp object dig itself into my body in my left foot, to the right of my achilles tendon.

I let out a short scream cut off with a gasp of pain when I collide, face first of course, with the floor. I twist around just in time to see Gramps yanking the knife he threw at me out of my leg, and I feel a pair of hands grab under my shoulders and yank me up, gently, so I'm leaning into them. I don't even have to turn around to know it's Hayes, and I just crumple into him, for the first time in the month we've been here, I feel almost hopeless, and I think he can tell.

My eyelids that're drooping, shoot open when I hear sirens. The one sound I've been praying to hear for the past four weeks. It sounds like music to my ears.

"Hayes-" He cuts me off.

"Hey, shh, it's okay, we're okay." He's cradling me into his chest while the other four guys advance on Gramps, obviously pissed.

"I wouldn't do that," Gramps speaks and raises his arm, and I strain to see what he's holding.

I crane my neck and gasp a little when I see the object that's got the boys frozen in place.

Gramps has a gun.

(I'm sorry that line just sounds so funny. GRAMPS HAS A GUN. Say it with like a western accent though, Gramps has a gun! Sorry okay continue reading)

"Back. Up." Gramps says slowly, as if he's talking to toddlers.

Hesitantly the boys back up until they're back in line with Hayes and I. Hayes still has his arms around me protectively, and I will admit I'm clutching his shirt in my hands like it's my lifeline.

You know I've been held at gunpoint before, but usually it's like a watergun... or a nerf gun occassionally.

Okay, stop. Focus. This is seriously dangerous.

"You boys are free to go, I won't cause any trouble if you just give me the girl," He smiles his crooked smile and I shudder, gripping onto Hayes' shirt a little tighter, and Hayes' grip on me tightens as well.

"Not happening," Cameron states clearly through clenched teeth.

"C'mon sweetheart, you wouldn't want me to have to hurt one of your friends, would you?" He keeps that sickeningly sweet smile on his face and I have to hold back my vomit.

I don't respond, I just meerly shake my head.

"You have to the count of five." He warns, but I stay where I'm standing.

"One."

He glares.

"Two."

He positions himself into a stance where he's facing each of us at the same time.

"Three."

He puts his finger on the trigger of the pistol.

"Four."

He raises the gun, aiming it square at Hayes' head, and I feel Hayes tense up, but he keeps his firm grip on me.

"Fi-" Gramps starts but I cut him off. Gramps won't bluff. I know that. I'm not willing to gamble Hayes' life either, so screw this.

"Stop.." My voice is weak but it's pretty clear in the quiet room.

Slowly I can hear the sirens getting closer and I'm hoping that I can stall, but I know my chances are slim if I let him shoot somebody first.

"What? No." Hayes looks down at me and tightens his grip even more, if possible.

"Hayes, trust me." I look into the two blue orbs that're his eyes.

"Trust me." I try to get the message across and I nod slightly, just enough for him to see.

"Chey-"

"Trust. Me." I bite my lip slightly and push myself out of Hayes' grip, moving towards Gramps.

"Chey!" I hear the guys call from behind me but I just look back long enough to nod, and try to send the message with my eyes one more time, praying to God they'll understand.

"Good move bitch," Gramps smiles that disgusting smile again and I gag a little.

"You're free to go, boys," Gramps nods at them, flashing them another smile before latching his hand around my wrist roughly and dragging me along behind him.

It's now or never.