All I Ever Needed

Chapter 22

I felt like a cave woman. My hair was matted with dirt, my body was covered in dirt, and I tasted dirt-my body nearly resembled dirt.

I had woken up to a light shining in my eye. It came from a hole at the top if the cellar-where the dirty mainly came from. It was sunlight and I felt a dread come over me.

I marked the wall with a little rock. I've been here 4 days. 4 days in two cellars with shackles and cuffs and absolutely nothing to shower in. I urged for the huge, warm shower at Chases house.

Chase had ran through my mind mostly. I wondered if he was going crazy looking for me or if he was keeping his calm for the sake of his pack. I've only known Chase for about a month but I feel so connected to him in many different ways. The worse feeling in the world is never knowing if you'd ever see your soulmate again.

Another damn tear fell from my eye and I wiped it away swiftly. I needed to get out of here and into the strong arms of Chase.

I stood to my feet and limped over to the the hole in the cellar. My leg had fallen asleep from the uncomfortable position I slept in causing me to slake it, making the shackle rattle. I paused and looked at the door. These past couple of days when Uccisore walked in I pretended that I was asleep, luckily he fell for it and didn't bother me much. It was a little sketchy though-I knew he was up to something.

So, afraid my noise would alert him I began tiptoeing to the hole-that wasn't a far reach for the shackle around my foot.

I stood on my toes and inspected the hole. The curling was made of concrete but the hole had no concrete surrounding it-it was just dirt and grass. I grabbed a piece of the earth, retracting my hand back with a handful of dirt-the hole grew larger. A surge of hope shit through me-I could actually escape.

Only if I could get the shackle off my foot.

Taking the rock that I used earlier for my wall carvings I began to repeatedly clank the rock against the metal shackle, stopping every once in a while to make sure no one was coming. This was going to take a while.

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Hours Later

Sweat dripped from my forehead and I could literally smell myself. Dirt clouded my vision and hands and I couldn't make out the difference between my hands and the ground. I let out a groan when I clanked the rock against the shackle one last time. Falling onto my back I chunked the rock across the room and began to silently cry.

I looked back up at the hole in the ceiling. A little stream of light was the only thing shining through, meaning the sun was going down. A sob escaped my throat as I thought of staying another cold night in this cellar.

I needed to get out-and now.

Rising to my wobbling knees I quickly moved towards the hole and began tearing at it, making a hole big enough for my shoulders. Placing both my hands in top of the dirt I pushed myself up. Wind blew at my hair, meaning that the top of my head was free.

I yanked my foot harshly forward and cried out at the awful pain and the sound of a snap. My eyes watered as I though- how am I suppose to run with a broken ankle? I let go of the dirt and hit the floor, my hands instantly went to my bruise ankles. I felt no metal. Peeking my eyes open I nearly passed out at the sight.

My bloodied foot was free from its shackle. The snap wasn't from me but from the metal breaking. I had done it. I was free.