Murder On Ice

There is More to This

“Useless child, you can’t do anything,” he said as he harshly slapped her.

Her tears were streaming down her beautiful face. Both sides of her cheeks were red with his handprints.

“Leave her alone!” I yelled, trying to struggle free.

“You have no right to talk to me!” he yelled at me, coming over to slap me. I see why she is crying now, it stung like hell.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

“Be quiet child!” the man said as he walked out and slammed the door shut.

“Did he put any cameras in here?” I asked looking around.

“No, but he will be checking back every half hour or so.” She answered looking desperate.

“Okay, during that half hour, we have to work hard to get out.” I said shifting over towards her.

“Okay.” she said moving towards me.

“Wait, how can I trust you. You did knock me out.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You could see that I really had no choice.”

After a few more seconds of thinking it over, I nodded and worked on getting us out of the basement safely.

Soon both of us were trying to untie each other’s ropes. In the end I succeeded in untying hers. That was when she started to run for it, leaving me behind.

“Help me!” I whispered desperately. She turned back and looked sadly at me. Finally she gave in and started to untie my ropes. I turned to untie Wilson’s ropes as she went to wake him up.

Half hour was almost gone by the time we reached the fourth block away from the house. Apparently we worked pretty quickly, despite having to  drag Wilson’s body. He wasn’t exactly light either.

“Wilson…” I said in the fourth attempt to wake him up.

His eye lids fluttered to open a little bit.

“Can you get up?”

“Extensive brain damage, but to safety I should be able to manage.

 “We can do this together.” I said to Wilson.

Slowly, we moved as one, helping each other out. When we finally reached a busier street, Wilson and I signaled for a taxi. Just as the taxi started to pull away, there was suddenly a car behind it. That was when we began to worry…