Don't look back

Chapter 11

Being back in this manky warehouse a second time is not something I could have imagined. My face is killing me after the amount of times someone has hit me. Only this time it isn't just my leg tied up. My hands are tied together and my feet are too.

Luckily for me those dipsticks tied my hands in front of my body. Knowing I am on camera, I turned my body away from the lense. I have to come up with a plan on how to snap the ties or at least unpick the knots. I carefully start trying to fray the knot at my ankles. My leg is killing me. It still isn't fully healed. Whoever tied me up removed my moon boot making my ankle swell with the extra pressure on it.

Picking at the knot with my nails, I am not getting anywhere. No one has come in to see me in what feels like hours so I know I don't have a lot of time before someone comes back in. I keep picking and picking.

The knot seems to be getting tighter and tighter the more I pick at it until all of a sudden, I feel it give. I keep pulling at the knot until it is undone. Knowing I have my legs freed I only have to work on the tie on my wrist.

I hear voices in the hallway beside the room

Lucille- (whispering) "fuck, fuck, fuck"

Working as quick as I can with the limited use of my hands, I manage to loosen the restraint on my wrist.

Lucille- (whispering) "think Lucille, think"

My brain is mush. I don't know how I am going to get the restraints off my wrists. I can't pick at the knot like I did with my ankles.

Lucille- (whispering) "I need something sharp"

Knowing there was nothing in this room, I knew this was the end of the line for me. Mary and Brandon will hit me once they see my ankles are free. I rub my wrists together to try and relieve the pain in them. Twisting them up and down and trying to roll my wrists seems to help loosen the ties. I manage to loosen them enough to slip one of my hands out.

Giving a small fist pump, I prepare myself for a new showdown with Mary or Brandon or both. I get up and hobble on my sore leg. Trying to not put too much pressure on it, I clumsily make my way to the door. Knowing they don't lock it, I open it slowly and stick my head out to assess my situation.

The voices I had heard were nowhere to be seen. Praying silently to whoever would listen, I gingerly make my way out of the room. Closing the door behind me. I start off down the hallway, hearing more voices coming from behind a closed door room, I slowly sneak past it. Making it halfway down the hallway, I hear the door open. I quickly look to my left to see another door, twist the handle and quietly sneak into the room.

Closing my eyes after closing the door, I take a breath. Only to find when I open my eyes I am not alone

Brandon- "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away, baby"

My heart rate increases. My body going into fight or flight mode. The only thing I can think of doing right now is to throw myself at him in hopes of distracting him enough I can make it out of here.

Alive.

And that is what I do. I walk up to Brandon and stand toe to toe with him. I place my hands on his chest and lean up on my toes. Brandon's arms come around my waist to support my weight for me. He brings his head down and closes his eyes, going in for a kiss. I pull my head back and throw it forward with as much strength as I can possibly muster. The sickening sound of bones crunching, gives me the shivers.

Brandon falls back holding his nose. As he is falling back, I am able to quickly pull his gun out of its holster, bringing it up to his head.

Lucille- "You are going to listen to me bitch and you are going to listen well. You Brandon will get me out of this shit hole and you will do it quickly. I do not have time to play your stupid games and if you choose to disobey my wishes I will not be afraid to put a bullet in your little fucking brain. Do I make myself clear?"

Brandon stares at me with anger but there is also something else that I can't put my finger on. He nods his head and motions for me to follow him

Lucille- "Where is my moon boot first?"

Brandon walks to a door in his room. Opening it I notice it is just his closet. He retrieves my moon boot from the closet and helps me put it back on my foot. He then takes off towards another door in his room. I follow him as he opens the door and steps out.

I can feel the sun burning down on my skin. Fresh air invades my lungs and I take a deep breath. Remembering to keep the gun pointed at him, he motions for me to follow him further outside and around a corner to where the cars are. He opens the passenger door for me and I get in keeping the gun in place.

Brandon walks around to his side after closing the door and gets in starting the car. His nose is still bleeding profusely

Brandon- "Where am I taking you?"

Lucille- "Hiddlebrooke police station. You can drop me off on the corner and keep going. I won't tell them where you are, but, if you try anything stupid I will either pull the trigger on this gun blowing your brains out or hand you in to the cops. Your choice, but choose wisely"

The car ride to the station is quiet. I never take my eyes off of him the whole way. I cannot and do not trust him to do as I have said. We pull up to a set of traffic lights, knowing the station is only 3 blocks away, I throw the gun at his head and make my break for it.

Jumping out of the car awkwardly onto my ankle, I hit the ground. Thankfully, Brandon just takes off not bothering to get out to help me. I stumble a little, before I feel a set of hands helping me up. I turn around to thank the stranger and come face to face with one of Cameron's police friends

Ainsley- "Lucille. Oh thank god. Are you ok? Let me help you? Cameron is going to be so relieved to see you are ok? How did you get here? Whose car was that you jumped from? Did they hurt you?"

I can see the worry and concern etched on Ainsley's face. Knowing I can't tell him who helped me I just tell him I am fine. Nothing to worry about.

As we start walking down the street, my ankle gives out and I hit the ground on my knees

Lucille- "Shit"

Ainsley doesn't mess around, as the next thing I know he has his arm wrapped around my waist and his other arm grabbing a hold under my knees. He carries me back to the station in his arms. As soon as the door opens

Ainsley- (yelling) "CAMERON"

There is commotion coming from inside the pit of the station. A door flies open and I can see Cameron walk out of his office. He takes one look at Ainsley and then sees me in Ainsley's arms. He comes running out, around desks and jumps over the front counter not bothering to use the door.

Cameron- "Fuck Luce. What happened? Are you ok? Please never leave my house again?"

He takes me from Ainsley's arms and holds me close to his chest. I take a deep breath of Cameron's cologne. The deep woodsy smell enlightening my senses. I know I am home with him, as he is stealing my heart piece by piece.

Lucille- "I'm fine Cam. I just need a good nights sleep and some pain killers"

Cameron- "Chief, I am out of here for the rest of the day and most likely tomorrow. If any cases come up call detective Bush"

The chief just grunts his response and I am whisked away out to Cameron's car.