On the Count of Y-O-U

Chapter 10: Deal

Ammy's P.O.V.:-

Scared!

Confused!

Alone!

Trapped?

Only words that were repeating simultaneously along with my heartbeats.

Damnit! No exit! I began panting.

Find a way, I remind myself.

Find a way Ammy!

I tried to open the window, my bare hands pushing against the rough surface of the old rusted window. It was all in vain. The window stood stubbornly in its place. There was not even another window in this room. A shudder ran through me. Trapped. I was trapped.

Trapped? NO! I won't let myself happen that to me. "Ammy find a Goddamn way!" I mutter to myself.

No way out. I search for something, a crevice, a seal, anything. I see a tool made of metal. I don't know what it is and I don't care either. I just need to get out of here. I extend my arms like a starfish and grabbed them. It's heavy.

Without wasting another second, I banged the tool to the window. Maybe I was holding a crowbar. At first, the glass cracked. The crack in the glass was small, barely the length of my hand. As I heard two other men running along with the tall man, I smashed it again. Then, it broke, shattered in pieces, like a poorly edited movie, there was no impact or sound of breaking glass, only a raining down of sharp fragments, enough to cut on contact.

I let my bear hands push me out, to get out of that place. The sharp silvers pierced the smooth skin of my left arm. As the flesh splits, mild crimson liquid popped from the barrier and seeped away from the wound. I pressed snugly against my opened wound to stop the free-flowing surge of sticky blood. And got out of the window, got out of the small gate, got out from my childhood's haunted place. Took my bicycle, and rode it fast as I could, without having any thoughts of turning my head back.

I reached almost home but couldn't bear the pain. A vile pain spread throughout my chest like a deadly infection and my lungs beseeched me to stop cycling. My knees felt like rubber after cycling constantly and now I gulped selfish breaths of air. Helpless, I walked on, my feet dragging noisily on the carpet of lifeless leaves, each step triggering a rush of pain in my chest. Despite my feeble condition, my lips curled into a smile as the realization finally struck me that I had escaped.

I reached home, opened the door and began walking towards the kitchen. My mom came running to me, seeing a blood trail on my arm. "Let's go to the doctor right now! Hurry up!" she pulled me out of the house.

Before we left she cleaned and wrapped a gauze cloth from the first aid kit around my wound, and then called someone to pick us up. She didn't ask me any questions as she couldn't handle seeing myself being wounded like this. A navy blue car stood in front of our house. My mom got in and I followed her.

"Thank you Mrs Gonzalvez. Thank you so much!" my mom couldn't thank me enough. The lady who was taking us to the doctor was my next neighbour Zach's mom. Basically, Zach's parents were both doctors and were super strict with him. Mr.Gonzalvez was a Neurologist and Mrs.Gonzalvez was a obstetrician. Thanks to that day, she was available somehow.

"No need to thank me, Mrs Spencer, she's my daughter too. Well Ammy, how did this happen?"

"Umm...I actually had to buy some grocery items and then head up to the cafe to study, where Zach was waiting for me. Something caught up on the way and my bicycle lost its balance and fell on a pile of half-broken glass bottles on the pavement. And then you can guess what happened?," I lied smoothly.