Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 16

It's been 15 hours since I was brought here, I only know that because I've been watching the clock.

However, I did find out that he has a few guns down here, not just the silver one I saw last night. Why does he need so many guns? He knows he's going to be caught if he gets the chance to kill Shane or me, which he's not going to get the chance, but does he think there's a possibility he'll get away with it?

I know I passed out eventually in that 10-hour time frame, because I woke up with ropes around my wrist instead of barbed wires, which I was thankful for because now it's easier to get out.

Right now he's out, he was generous enough to leave me a full bottle of water... how am I supported to get to that? I'm not, so it's just meant to be there to tease me, what a dick.

The best time to escape would be now. He's out looking for Shane. I look around the room once more, but this time looking for cameras, a security camera, if I get out he might see that and come get me. After a few minutes of analyzing as much of the room as I can, I conclude I should just go for it.

I bring my heels up to the wood, as close as possible, and slowly pull my legs up, pushing the shoes off my feet. I realize I need to fall into the flood if I want to get to the knife in my boot. I mentally thank B for showing me all there is to know about hiding weapons on you.

I tip myself over in the chair, the wood not breaking sadly, but at least I can move towards the knife. I use my pinky ring and middle fingers to grab it, I use my pointer and thumb to flip it open. It takes a few tries but I do end up getting it open. I flip it in my hand and shove it between the rope and my hand. I use my finger to move it back and forth, slowly cutting the rope. My right hand is now free.

I hear footsteps, making my heart race. I'm so close! I turn towards my other hand, cutting the rope in one quick movement. The door opens, revealing my uncle's smirking face. I crutch up and manage to cut my right foot loose.

Jason Martin is now at my side. I kick up, hitting his jaw he grabs my foot and yanks me back up, I swing the knife at him but miss. I bend down and cut the rope just before he grabs my hand. I jump up, forcing the top of my head against his jaw. He still has hold of my right arm, so I punch with my left. I force my right hand with the knife pointed at him towards his face, and I manage to back him up a few steps.

He stops fighting me, reaching behind him, and I'm now back on the floor. I realize he grabbed his gun and struck me in the head twice. As I fell, he shot. I'm out in a second.

I wake up, but this time I'm in a different room, I'm not tied up to anything. There are no windows or lights in this room, it's dark, and I'm on a cold concrete floor. All my weapons have been removed, and I have a sharp stabbing pain in my head and thigh.

I slowly sit up, then a flashlight pops on.

"You thought you were slick by pulling that, didn't you?" I don't respond, instead, I try to stand but yell as I fall back down. "You ain't going anywhere like that."

I looked down and saw a pile of blood where my leg was. I inspect it and see a small circle in my leg.

"You shot me," I gasped out.

"Bingo. Ya know I have to thank the slut for getting me a place with no neighbors, I can make as much noise as I want and no one would know anything. They just think a nice old guy moved into a nice small house with a ranch."

"You're sick."

"Why thank you," he tosses something at me. "Ya might want to take some of those, kill the pain." I pick up the bottle, it's Advil. "But just make sure not to kill yourself just yet, I'm gonna need you alive for later. I'm picking up your little boyfriend tomorrow, and then the true fun begins."

I watch as he walks up some stairs, and then opens a door leading to the room I was in before. He shuts the door, and I listen as he clicks two locks. I rip off my shirt and tie it around my thigh.

Luckily while he shined the light in here I saw there were old wooden planks on the wall, I can take one off and use it as a weapon and a cane while I figure out how to get those locks unlocked. I didn't see the locks, but I could figure it out by the feel I guess. I do take the pill bottle and notice that it hasn't been opened before. So, I do take a few, and wait for it to kick in so I can move my head a little more without stinging pain. I'm still hurting so much, I'd rather die than put up with this pain but I have to get out.

Did he find Shane? God, I hope not.

After about 20 minutes, moving my eyes becomes bearable for now. So, I grab the cap to the pill bottle and slowly move over to the wall. I find a plank that sticks out more than the rest, and then I crush the bottle cap against the floor with the heel of my palm, getting 3 sharper pieces. I take the sharpest, then shove it into the edge on one side, grab another, and stick it into the corner edge, same with the other, I keep pushing it in until there's enough room for me to force 2 fingers into it. I yank and yank and yank until I can grab it with both hands and pull it off, the nails coming with it. Now I can utilize the nails.

I do this a few times, realizing they were skinny fake wooden planks, I'm glad she went cheap for once. I use one of the nails to cut off the ankles of my jeans and place one at each end of my stack of the planks. I place a nail on top of the jeans fabric, then flip it and press all my body weight down until I pierce through the wood. I pick it up and slam it against the floor's concrete. I do the same thing with the other side, so now the planks will stay together and not move when I use them.

I stand it upright, using it to hold me up as I limp over to the door. I groan and curse in pain, adrenaline running low. As I get to the stairs I feel my tracker going off. I've been found!