Partners In Crime

10 ~ Xscape

Lyra's POV

My hands shook as I tried desperately to pull my arms from the handcuffs. My vision blurry from tears as my heart beated through my ears. My throat was sore from calling Michael's name but all that followed was an deafening silence and darkness.

The only thing I remember was three men coming to the car and dragging me inside. Fuck. Are these the people Michael works for? I scanned around the small cell as I sat in the middle chained to a chair. What the fuck did they even use this for. Surely people haven't died in here...or will I be the first one?

"Help!" I cried out, my tears spilling over my cheeks as I felt sick to my stomach. The chains cutting into my wrists as they hung either side of me, bolted to the wall.

I can't belive how gullible I'd been. Did I really think Michael wasn't dangerous?

My heart skipped a beat and I jumped as I heard someone call my name. My breathe hitching in my throat as I stayed as quite as I could. Until I realised who's voice it was.

"Michael! Help me." I called out, praying my ears weren't just playing tricks on me.

"Lyra I'm here." I heard him speak from outside, his voice slightly muffled and strained.

I screamed as I heard him fire a gun at the door causing it to swing open on its latch.

"Thank fuck!" Michael spoke quickly as he hurried into the room. My stomach dropped as he ran towards me and wrapped his arms around me, his head burying slightly into my neck.

What the fuck. I kept as still as possible.

He pulled away even quicker. His eyes finding mine as he suddenly started to frown, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. "I'm getting you out Lyra. I'm so sorry."

"Don't speak to me." I spat at him, his expression unreadable as he stood back. "Just get me out of here now!"

"Hold your arms out as far as you can."

"What? Michael stop fucking about." I choked, my tears still staining my cheeks as he began to bite the side of his lip.

"Do it now Lyra." His tone was harsher as he brought his gun back out and pointed it to my wrists.

"No! No you're not shooting these off!" I exclaimed, lifting my arms up causing the chains to rattle. "You'll shoot my hand!"

"I won't. Not if you keep still." I flinched again as I felt his hand come to my shoulder. My eyes travelling up to him as he stood over me on the chair, his face serious.

"Lyra you need to trust me okay? You saw me practicing remember?" He tried to reassure me but I could sense the urgency and tension in his voice, his eyes scanning my face for any response.

"Fine...but if you hurt me anymore than I already am Michael-"

"I won't...I promise." He spoke, his hand running through his hair. His gun clenched tight between his fingers as held it to point in the direction of the chains on my wrists.

"Just do it Michael." I scoffed, screwing my eyes shut creating a burning sensations due to the endless stream of hot tears, my breathing shaky as I prepared myself.

*BANG*

I jerked sideways and gasped, my wrist coming free as I brought it to my chest. Michael stayed concentrated as he moved over to my other wrist.

*BANG*

My other hand came loose, the chain rattling to the floor allowing me to stand up from the chair. Michael didn't move back as I did, his body pressed to mine as he stared down at me expressionless.

I pulled my gaze away, the feeling too intense as I rubbed at my wrists. "Can we get out of here." My voice barely audible as I chewed the side of my lip.

"Lyra I didn't know this would happen I-"

"Just stop Michael! Fucking stop! I should have never trusted you! You're the monster I thought you were and if  those are the people..." My voice cracked as I pointed to the door. "If those are the people you work for you're just as bad as them."

***

I got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop outside Michael's house. Slamming the door shut behind me, I walked straight through the door, which Marce was holding open, giving her a small nod as I passed her.

"Lyra!" I heard Michael call, his shout sounded faint and muffled as I ran up the large staircase before reaching my room and shakily pushing the door open. I slammed it tightly shut causing the wardrobe to rattle.

"Fuck!!!" I screamed out as the tears continued to paint my face, hugging my knees to my chest, I pushed myself under the covers.

I am so fucking stupid! How could I even for a second believe I could trust him or even think he wouldn't hurt me?! This man was the most dangerous man in America for a reason...and today showed me why.

I felt my eyes get heavy, as my tears died down, my body succumbing to a state of numbness.

Silently I rolled onto my back as I heard a light and muffled banging coming from downstairs. Can I never get a fucking break!? The banging continued, the rhythm distorted by the thick walls.

My teeth chattered slightly from anger and fear as I got out of the covers and made my way back outside the room. The noise increasing as I opened the door and stuck my head out into the deserted hallways. What the fuck was it now!?

Groaning lightly I made my way to the stairs and quickly ran down, the noise getting louder as I searched for the source.

A short silence was again interrupted by another loud bang, but not the sort you'd hear from gunfire thank fuck.

Although what I did see as I turned the corner was more surprising...

I gasped as watched a very angry Michael repeatedly punching the brick wall in front of him. Blood dripping onto the floor by his feet as he let out a frustrated cry, his voice broken and his body hunched.

What the fuck.