Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Four: Dusty Old Window

Marcies POV:

        I awoke to tears pouring out of my eyes.  I wasn't sure if they were from the bright rays that peaked through the window onto my face or from lastnights abhorrent events.  I lay still, very still, for what seemed like hours.  I stared at the iron streaks on the walls and tried to think of good memories; something that was growing harder and harder for me.  I've been here for two nights so far, two loathsome nights of terror, and I haven't seen any signs of other people around.  I could hear birds chriping outside; the brown leaves fall slowly down and occasionally catch the soft breeze.  The weather outside seemed so wonderful since i've gotten here; it mocks me while I lay trapped in this purgatory.

        I finally glanced down at my body, discovering the exact shape Alec had left me.  My white dress was now dingy and was soaked with blood, from my stomach, from Alec's face, from my now soiled nature.  I let my tears run down my face, dripping off my ear lobes and my jaw line.  I felt my life just draining out of my body onto the sheets, not physically but emotionally.  I felt my hope slowly leaking and being replaced with faint thoughts of my lifeless body.  I knew no one was looking for me; my dad didn't give a shit where I was and I didn't have anyone else that even noticed I existed.  

        The door creaked open slowly which paniced me.  I knew who was now in my presents and I wanted anything but.  I shut my eyes tight and lay still, so still I was almost holding my breath, almost as if I wasn't alive at all.   Silence filled the room once the door closed and all of a sudden the bed shifted downward slowly next to me.

"Marcie are you awake?" a deep voice called out to me.  I opened my eyes slowly to see Alec sitting by my side; I didn't answer him.  I refused to speak to him, he didn't deserve any attention, I shouldn't have even looked at him.  He is a piece of shit.  "Marcie, I have to talk to you." he said slowly.  I'm not going anywhere am I?  Why did he even bother to tell me this.  "What I did last night was wrong.." his voice trailed off and I watched him stare nervously at my dress.  "I just felt so hurt that you would hit me, I don't know what came over me..".  Two crystal drops fell from his cheeks and onto mine as he looked at me.  Who does he think he's fooling?  He quickly wiped my cheek and apologized for getting me wet, something that he couldn't have controled.  I looked at him carefully, studying his emotions.  His eyebrows met in the center of his forehead as he noticed me staring.  He blinked a few times letting more crystals drop from his dark eyelashes.  The more I looked at him the more I noticed that he honestly wasn't bad looking.  His jaw line was sharp and muscular, it seemed almost as if it made a right angle before his ears.  His face was freshly shaven, which made a big difference than yesterday.  But yesterday is all I could think about, he did something that he could never take back, and that made him repulsive.

Alec finally got up and left me alone, realizing that I was not going to speak.  He banged on the wall hard before he left, showing the anger he had for himself.  I hated him.  I stared at the cobweb covered ceiling and cried hard.

I woke up on my stomach with my face barried in the pillow and my hands under it, feeling for cold spots.  My hands were free?  I jumped up and climbed out of bed wobbling over to the metal door, locked.  I stood and looked around the room and finally noticed the small window at the top of the wall.  I walked over and reached up for it but it was too high so I found myself looking around the room again for something to stand on.   I tried moving the bed over to the window but there was no use, it was bolted to the wall.  I scurried around the room, trying to find anything to help myself get to that window, it was my only way out of here.  I finally found an old, beat up, metal bucket in the corner and sat it down on the dirt floor.  I stood on it carefully as it shook beneath me, it groaned under my lite weight body.  I had to stand on my toes to see out of the dusty, old window;  I pushed on it hard but it wouldnt budge.  I ran my fingers along the bottom, collecting dirt and grime as I noticed a thousand little nails that were banged into the wood.  I climbed down from the bucket and picked it up off the floor, chucking it hard against the window.  I watched as a million tiny pieces of glass glittered down to the dirt and grabbed the bucket again, using it as a lift up to the window.  I tried pushing my body through the small hole but my bust prevented me from getting through.  I began panicing and screaming for help.  Maybe if I screamed loud enough, someone just might happen to hear me.  I cupped my hands around my mouth and belted out scream after scream.  A few birds flew out from the dead trees, chirping; it was the only sound that filled my ears.  I looked around for any signs of life; everywhere I looked more trees, leaves scattered the ground everywhere and there were a few bushes that hung around a small water well on Alecs property.  No houses, or roads, or people.  I was alone.  I slowly eased my way back down to the bucket which tipped over, throwing me to the floor.  I lay in the dirt sobbing, not because I just fell, but because the little hope I had left of ever being rescued, crashed down with me.  I was going to die here, I was sure of it.