Heartless Betrayal

Chapter 8 - The Escape

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

so yeah, I decided to start naming my chapters...cool huh? d:

this one was pretty fun to write, and it's all in Ari's P.O.V.

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Chapter Eight

Ari’s P.O.V

Today was the day.

Today was the day I was going to get out of here.

I had a plan, now all I needed to do was put it into action. It was going to be perfect.

It had to be.

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“Toby?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled, eyes trained on his phone screen.

“Do you know why mum hasn’t called? Maybe I should call her…” I mused, pacing in the living room.

“NO YOU CAN’T!” he shouted snatching the landline from my hands, making me jump. I eyed him curiously.

“What the hell Toby.” I said, folding my arms crossly. And the award for best actress goes to…

“Uhh…your mum is on holiday…In Italy...no phones…house fire…” he mumbled lamely, his eyes dropping to the floor. I bit down on my lip to hide my smirk.

“How does she have money to go to Italy?! We barely had enough to eat when I was growing up because of dad leaving when I was three! How could she possibly afford to go to Italy!" I said, exasperated. He was really making a mess of this, even he knows my mother couldn't afford that, even with me out of the house. "And why doesn't she just buy a new phone?” I asked pointedly.

“Um. I don’t know, she's in Italy.” He said carefully.

“Alrighty.” I mumbled, walking into the kitchen and peering into the fridge.

“Hey Tobs, we don’t have any butter, do you want me to go down to the store and get some?” I asked casually, acting like it was no big deal, when in reality; it was the first step in my plan.

“NO!” he said sharply. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “I-I mean, no thanks babe, I’ll do it.” He got up off the couch, grabbed a jacket and headed out the door, but not before grabbing the keycard…the ONLY keycard.

Yeah.

Considering he thinks I have amnesia, I don’t get why he locks me inside. I mean, obviously Ari-with-amnesia’s not going to run away. Christian had left when he realised Toby was just going to act like he'd never kidnapped me. Which is good for me –it just means one less person to escape from.

I walked around the apartment grabbing the final items I needed; food, water, spare clothes. I also found some money in Toby’s sock drawer which I decided to take too, he’d put me through enough hell so the least I deserved was this money.

I quickly stuffed everything into a backpack, sliding it under the bed for later. I took the key to the windows out of Toby’s ‘secret drawer’ and unlocked the bathroom window, jamming it open a tiny bit with a bobby pin, just enough to keep it from locking again. Honestly, three weeks in a hotel and he'd already made a secret drawer.

Hah, your drawer is not so secret now is it, Toby.

I carefully returned the key and shut the drawer, moving into the kitchen to initiate phase two.

I grabbed the vodka and other assorted alcoholic beverages out of the mini fridge that is always fully stocked, along with some shot glasses just as Toby stepped through the door.