The Life Changing Trip

Chapter 7 - "You're going to need ice for that bruise"

Chapter 7

My skin itched when I came to the next morning. Also, my arm hurt and it felt tight. What happened? It took a moment for everything to flood back into my memory and when I realised where I was, I jumped, shaking and covering my face and expecting someone to be there standing over me with a knife.

Somehow last night, I had ended up on one of the straw-filled mattresses, which probably explained my itching skin. They weren't exactly the most comfortable things to sleep on. My arm was wrapped with a piece of blood-stained cloth. I took a moment to breathe and calm myself down, and when I looked around, I realised I was alone. What if...I can escape! 

I lifted my trembling body and ran to the door only to have my hopes crushed as I realised something - 

The train was moving.

What? When? The train rattled violently suddenly, and that was my que to start crying my eyes out. Maybe I should just accept the fact that I was going to die. My family and friends are going to have to move on.

But I was not one to go down with a fight, if I don't get out alive, I will die trying.

Just as that spark of confidence started lighting up my body and the courage spread through me like wild fire, the door of what I realised was the bathroom's burst open.

Gavin stood there, in a black t-shirt and ripped jeans and his hair was dripping wet. I don't think he'd noticed me yet because he didn't even spare me a glance. I looked around for anything I could use to knock him out or defend myself, and my eyes caught the glint of the sharp weapon carelessly lying under a chair.

I dived for the knife, making a bit of a racket due to my incredibly stealthy ninja skills (note the sarcasm). Gavin looked at me then, and then his eyes dropped to the knife in my hands and what he did next made me even more angry.

He rolled his eyes.

"Put it down," he said.

"No."

"You're going to end up hurting yourself," he sniggered.

I scoffed, "I think you should be more concerened about your dead body if you don't help me get out of here."

He laughed sarcastically, "Fine, play around a bit but put the knife back when you're done."

It infuriated me how he didn't take me seriously. Hello, I'm the one with the knife here! He turned his back on me and began stacking things or something, so I crept up behind him and held the knife to his neck.

"If you don't take me back home, I will not hesitate slicing your neck," I said with the most threatening voice I could muster. I knew I was acting all badass and everything, but truth be told, I don't think I could ever do it.

"Don't push me, girl," he said, turning around to face me.

"Make the train stop." I said, holding the knife to his neck.

He rolled his eyes again and before I could blink, grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back, making the knife drop onto the floor. He had me in a position such that my back was facing him. 

"Let go of me!" I screamed.

"Aw, look at her scream now," he said tauntingly.

"P-please, I didn't mean to! Don't - " I started crying again. I don't know if it was the feeling of helplessness that washed over me because my hands couldn't move or if it was the fact that I was still very jumpy because of what Richard did yesterday, but I couldn't stop shaking.