Slave to Guard

Chapter Three

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I touched the damaged skin lightly, brushing my hands on my clothes before inspecting my wounds.

I had a sprained ankle, and a minor injury of abrasion on the side of my face, from the way I fell down the brick layered tomb.

I tried to remain passive any slight emotion I showed painfully reflected back to my scrapped skin.

I hissed looking up, avoiding the tightening of my face. "Duck you Jeremy!"

I was fiddling in the darkness, anything to keep my mind off the pain and the feeling of interruption.

I picked up my phone and searched through, unable to call emergency services I cried out seeing the service bar empty and it made it painfully hard to resist slamming my phone into the concrete slab when I clicked the home screen and saw those familiar violet blue eyes that put in here.

'I knew it was too good to be true..." I thought to myself, I sat back against the warm wall.

Odd.

I was certain that the last time I touched the wall it had been cold, winter in Romania was nasty, and made it impossible for daily traffic to commence throughout the normal day.

Boots, and layers of clothing were essential if you wanted to last through the cold without pneumonia, or hypothermia.

I pulled myself up from my sitting position and used the wall for support, leaning my full weight on a very stable cave like wall.

I turned my phone on and used the flashlight application on my phone for guided directions in the stark dark. A relieving feeling settled through me, to think I called the application useless and on the verge of uninstalling I'm glad Jeremy had distracted me with a annoying question.

I stopped short remembering Jeremys sole concentration on the tomb, perhaps it was his plan all along, to push me down. His motives were unclear, maybe if I waited a little longer he would have slid down as well.

Perhaps, at the back of my head he was a murder, a grand liar. That convinced me I was loved, and I would easily claim that he was as innocent as he was before he pushed me down the tomb.

I love him don't I?

I chuckled, that's what they probably say, they're all innocent. I crushed the phone tighter in my hand, getting frustrated.

"At last!" I screeched, I was near a end of my Indiana Jones quest, rays of light were beaming through the small rocks and boulders at the end of the tunnel. The seeping light looked like heavens gates.

My heart drummed loudly in my ear, I looked around the cave it was almost as if my own heart beat was echoing off the walls.

I ripped through the rocks, throwing, thrashing and pushing my way out to the sun. I felt the chill bite into my skin, and heard the wind rustling through unsealed gaps.

I shivered at the fresh cold air filling the entrance. My happiness couldn't be more audible, my breathing came hard, both from excitement and the disposal of rocks.

I made myself, a small gap that I could fit myself through and made sure all the rocks above and below the breach of borders were stable and steady before I escaped.

Climbing out was a mission, my hair was stuck to my face, the odor of earth was sticking to the material of my clothes, pinching my skin, and cinching my body, as I wiggled out.