Ransom

•• Chapter 28 ••

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After Emmett and Slade eventually stop arguing, they look to the chair where I was left with Edgar - and they both freeze. Emmett eventually turns to Slade, who is tugging at his tie, opening his mouth to try and find the right explanation for my 'disappearance'.

Emmett murmurs something under his breath, shakes his head at Slade and calmly walks off, he begins to check the crowds to see where I've slipped away to.

I hide behind the pillar in my alcove and I crouch down to remain out of sight. I didn't have much light here either, which helped to keep me hidden.

The reality soon sinks in, however, that Emmett and Slade do not believe I've escaped that easily.

More time passes, and they end up sitting at stationary positions, refusing to lose an eye off the only exits. They know I'm hiding in the club, it's just a matter of time before I'm found.

I'm left with one option. I need to blend in somehow.

To the right of me, a few doors down, Edgar walks in and out, taking in Elena's best friends - more girls enter, and less leave.

I assume they are all having a special performance by the one man show, and he is the only one that seems like a possible ally in all this.

Emmett hated him - that gave me the slightest advantage.

I wait in my hidden alcove, completely oblivious to the drunken party goers in the club, while I wait for Elena and her friends to exit the room.

All at once, they scurry out blushing and silent - while I see that Elena has a certain crinkle in her dress, as if it was violently raised at one point, or perhaps she even undressed.

As they all flounce off together, I laser focus my eye on Edgar's door, while I gather bark from a pot plant in my hand. I was going to throw dirt at him. It was my only option.

At least ten minutes pass, and when Edgar finally opens the door, his bag is packed, he wears a proper suit now, a change of clothes into business attire I guess. The white shirt is striking, his blazer is over one arm, his bag in the other, full of his supplies.

Now is my time.

I hiss like a snake as I throw the dirt at Edgar; looks-ss at-sss me-sss.

That's the aim; get his immediate attention.

The bark falls across his leg and he almost doesn't notice, taking a few steps forward, until he turns to check if he dropped anything.

Edgar looks at the bark on the ground and then freezes, turning his head towards me. I'm holding my finger to my lips and I'm hurrying him over with my other hand.

Urgency or panic - that is the 'look' I'm going for.

Edgar buys it and casually strolls over, leaning on the pillar and taking out a cigarette to light on the side.

"You're not the kind of sick I'm into," Edgar shakes his head, he can't even look at me, "What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?"

"I'm a slave," I whisper, while yanking on his sleeve. Edgar tries to pull away but I grip on tighter and he seems to notice I'm not letting up or calming down, "Help me. I don't know how to get out of here; I don't know you but your brother Emmett has stolen my identity and made me into her. Into the other Cheryl. Except my name is Cheryl, it's just a bloody coincidence. Anyway. That doesn't matter. Please. I beg you. Help me."