Lady Vixen

Chapter Nine

I wake up for what feels to be the next day with my ankle chain free. Mark is sleeping at the end of the bed leaving me to wonder if the others notice. I need to leave. I can't stay here for another day. I quietly get up from the bed and walk over to the door. The floor squeaks and I turn to Mark whose eyes are still shut. I turn back around and reach for the knob.

"Don't," Mark says to me. I turn around to find him still laying on the bed with his eyes on me.

"Please, I have to leave," I say to him.

"You can't," he says to me.

"Why not?" I ask.

"They'll kill me if they know I set you free." I walk over to him and crouch down to him. I look at him with a concerned look on my face.

"Better you then me my good friend," I say to him as I grab the handcuffs and place it on his wrist. I grab the keys off his lap and dodge his reach.

"Why? What are you doing?" he asks me.

"I'm sorry. I must go now. They have had me for too long now. Look at me," I say to him with a tear running down my eye. "Goodbye."

I open the door and close it behind me listening to him struggle to get free. I can see a light at the end of the hall where the stairs are. I walk towards the top of the stairs to hear voices coming from downstairs. It's Andre and Bruce.

"Is Mark still sleep?" I hear Andre ask Bruce.

"I guess so," Bruce says to him.

"Let him sleep. We can finally take that broad to the next level," Andre says. I gasp at his words.

"I am going to check on him," I hear Bruce says following footsteps. I see his shadow appear on the wall of the stairs and I immediately sneak into the closest room. I close the door behind me without making too much noise. I turn around in the room to find it being one of theirs. I walk over to the dresser and pick up the knife that's sitting on the dresser. I walk back towards the door and crack it open. I watch as Bruce walks into a room and back out again.

He speeds walks towards the stairs. I push the door open and stab him in the chest.

"Shit!" he shouts as I hold the knife in his chest. He falls to the ground and I sit on top of him as I continue stabbing him screaming in agony until his body stopped moving. I hear footsteps running towards me. I turn around to find Andre standing at the top of the stairs.

"Who the hell let you out?" he asks.

"Bite me," I say to him.

"I plan on it," he says with a kissy face. I run towards him making the two of us fall down the stairs. We land at the bottom of the stairs. I lose the knife. I get up in pain as I hold onto my lower back. Andre quickly turns on his stomach as he grabs for my ankle. I kick him off and continue crawling towards the knife. I grab the knife as he runs over to me. He tackles me on the ground, and I land on my stomach. He turns me over with his body on top of mine. I try fighting him off me. He holds one of my arms down and hits me across the jaw. I continue to try and wiggle him off me, but it was no point. I was going back in that room. He continues to punch me in my face causing me to give up. My face hurts so bad. I failed. I extend my hand out towards the handle of the knife. He sits on top of me out of breath laughing. I get a full grasp of the knife as he starts to run his hand down my chest. I plunge the knife into his neck causing him to stop. He starts to choke and cough out blood. Some of it land on my face as I lay under him. I push him towards my left making him fall on the knife. I quickly get up making my way to the door. I look at him as I just touch the doorknob. He's bleeding out and I put a smile on my face. Then, an idea clicked in my head.

I walk towards him and crouch beside him. He wraps his hand around my neck squeezing it. I yank the knife out of his neck and shove it under his neck through his mouth. His lifeless body falls to the ground. I walk into the kitchen and grab the matches and gasoline. I hold my neck trying to mask the pain. I turn on the stove letting the gas run. I pour gasoline throughout the lower level of the house. I open the front door to find the night is still young. I make a trail of gasoline just hitting the property line before it ran out.

I grab a match out of the deck and swipe it across the front of the box. The spark ignites and I stare into the orange flame. I drop the match into the puddle of gasoline and watch as the fire trail runs into the house.

As I walk down the dark road leading to nowhere, I listen as the house explodes. A smile creeps upon my face as the nightmare is finally over. Now, I am in an even worse situation. Where am I?