Escape Hell//Mike Vitar FanFic COMPLETED

Chapter Sixteen

Mike's POV

Tom fell asleep on my chest, these cuffs were hurting my wrists more than ever now!. It didn't help that my leg was still broken and that still hurt like a bitch. I was in nonstop agony, however, I lied there on the ground with my hands cuffed tight and crazy Tom lying his head on my chest as he slept. This fucking guy actually broke my left leg with a fucking sledgehammer! What's he going to do next!? This thought kept popping in and out of my head all night, but it was true...What was Tom going to do to me next!? I bit my lip at the thought. Tom moved his head across my shoulder a little more as he snored softly, I managed to nudge him off of me with my shoulder. Tom rolled off of me and landed on his side, but he continued snoring. I rolled my eyes and inhaled deeply...now that I can. I looked at my cuffed hands and I just happened to notice something very slim and silvery lying in the hay on the ground. I had to sit up and lean forward to reach it with my fingers since my reach was very limited. However, I managed to get ahold of the small object on the ground...I smirked when I saw what it was...a thin metal pick. I stuck the pick into the handcuff keyhole and jiggled it around until the lock cam undone. I felt a sheet of relief and hope cover me completely as I silently scooted away from snoring Tom. I couldnt stand on my feet because of the broken leg, trying to actually get the fuck out of this area was going to be challenging. I had no idea how far away I was from any town or local business where I could get some help.
     I lied on my stomach on the ground of the barn and pulled myself forward using my arms. I kept dragging my body toward the large opening of the barn. When I finally made it outside after five minutes of dragging myself out, I look around for a thick stick or something where I can prop myself up on my feet with. I saw the old spring bed frame that Tom had me roped down to when he broke my leg, right near it was the perfect size stick so I could get out of here quicker. It took me another five minutes to crawl over to the bed frame to grab the stick, i stuck it into the ground and put my hands at the very top of the stick. I used my good leg to stand up while holding the stick, with the stick in hand I hopped the fuck away from this barn...as far as I could get.

Tom's POV

When i woke up, I was greeted by the sun rays peeking through the cracks of the barn shining into my eyes. I sat up rubbing my eyes and then I...I shrieked! I then screamed with rage, Mike had escaped again!! And who knows how long ago he got away!. I grabbed my gun, made sure it was loaded...and went out to my stick shift vehicle and took off to look for Mike.

Mike's POV

I've been walking for hours! Since I got out of the barn last night! It was now probably eight or later in the morning now. I was limping badly with the stick still holding me up...but I didn't know how much farther I'd make it before I collapsed and passed out...if that happened, Tom might possibly have me chained up back at the barn by the time I woke up. I refused to let myself get re-captured by Tom again. I kept limping down this long dirt road, on each side of me was endless fields of tall grass. I took off my white t-shirt and stuck it in my right pocket, half of my shirt hung from the side of my pocket jeans. I was sweating and the temp was getting hotter. I was getting so hot and tired, and my leg couldn't handle anymore of this limping around all day. That's when I felt my body shaking and trembling, my good leg was getting sore and felt close to giving out, "No...no please c'mon Mike you can do this" I tell myself as I try my hardest to not let myself collapse to the ground. I only made it a few inches further before I accidentally dropped the stick and I fell to the dirt, I screamed in agony because my broken leg felt like it had broke all over again. I lied on the dirt letting the hot sun beat down on my bare back. I was panting like a dog and at times I felt myself inhale some of the dust from the dirt road. I coughed and rolled on my back, my throat was becoming so dry that I couldnt even swallow my own saliva...even my mouth was too dry to create anymore of it. I seriously felt like I might die, where I lie...here on this dirt road staring up into the blue sky with the blazing sun blinding my side vision...I thought for sure this is going to be my death place. I felt my eyes closing and I didn't even fight to keep them open...I passed out right there in the middle of the dirt road. My last thought before I passed out again was that I prayed someone else found me before Tom did.