Tommy's Rose

Chapter 33: Like Father Like Daughter

My eyes fluttered and I groaned as my body ached. I tried to move forwards but my hands we tied behind my back against the leg of a desk, I turned to the side and saw Alfie Solomons tied to a chair, his face was covered in cuts and bruises, blood dripped from his nose and on to his lap as his head hung forward his eyes closed.

Joseph Jameson must know that Alfie helped me and the other children escape from the caves, I can only imagine Jameson is looking for revenge against us. All of us.

I looked around the room, my coat was on the floor and so was my peaky cap with the blades sewn into the front.

I tried using my strength to pull the desk forward but it was useless. "Come on!" I grumbled trying to shift the table. "You're so weak!"

In temper I threw my head back against the wood with a loud thud. "You're not weak," A husky voice said from behind making my eyes light up.

I tried to turn around. "Dad?" I whispered.

"It's alright I'm tied to the chair behind the desk," Dad told me. "Why did you follow me?"

I looked at my feet. "I want to make sure you were alright," I explained. "I didn't mean to get caught. Daniel came with me, I just hope he got away."

"You could have been killed," Dad told me.

Judging by the sound of his voice he sounded disappointed and I don't blame him but he shouldn't have come alone, he knows he shouldn't have.

I looked at Alfie who looked like hell. "How long has he been here?" I asked

"I don't know," He stated. "He hasn't opened his eyes since I've been awake."

My mind replayed the dream I just had and I frowned; Why was he at the orphanage the day my Mother died. I needed him to wake up.

I heard the chair behind my shuffle. "Can you reach your cap?" Dad asked.

I glared at my hat in disgust. "No," I stated. "It's too far away."

*CLANK**CLANK**CLANK*

I looked at the floor as the sound continued. "We're still at the factory," I mumbled.

Once again I struggled against my bounds, I tried rubbing the rope against the wood seeing if I could cut it but it didn't work.

"Here use this," My Dad said as he kicked the desk. "Use it to pull the knot."

A pen dropped down and rolled past me, I used my foot to stop it before it got too far, I bent my leg and rolled the pen towards my hand, I grabbed the pen then skillfully began forcing the pen in the roped knot trying to force it loose.

"Have you done it?" My Dad asked.

I growled in frustration. "No!" I stated.

Closing my eyes I began to forcefully pull my hands through the rope, it grazed my wrists and hands but the knot was getting looser.

"Look who woke up from their nap," Joseph Jameson chucked.

I looked up at him. I sent him an evil glare as he walked towards me, I heard my Dad struggle against his restraints.

Jameson looked at my Dad then he looked back at me. "You both have the same dirty glare," He chuckled. "Like father, like daughter. Adorable!"

My eyes followed him as crouched down in front of me, he went to touch my face but I snapped my teeth at his fingers when we got too close, I quickly learned that my action was a bad idea when his hand collided with the side of my face then he grabbed my chin rough forcing me to look at him, I felt blood from my lip flow into my mouth making me feel sick as the liquid touched my tongue.