City on Lock | Urban (Contemporary Lit)

Chapter 3

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I was finishing up finals and stuff for school.

Rome

My eyes fluttered open to bright lines and an all-white room that was riddled with deep gold accents. I don't know where I was at, but I knew it was somewhere expensive by the looks of the furniture. I slowly lifted my heavy head up from the plush pillows beneath me and looked around the empty room. It was completely different from the fake boutique Mrs. Elliot was questioning me at, but something about this place just seemed off. The vibe was just off to me for some reason.

I pulled my body up from the fluffy bed that was suffocating and sucking me in. If I stayed in that bed any longer, I swear I'd probably sink in from the softness. I took a deep breath and threw my legs over the edge of the bed, preparing myself to stand up even though my head felt like it weighted a ton. I must be feeling like this from making myself faint in the back of the van, but damn, I was feeling bad though. 

"You got this," I whispered to myself as I pulled myself out of the bed and ran over to the sliding balcony doors. I pushed the sheer curtains away from the lock and attempted to open the door but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't even locked, but it wasn't opening though. I pulled and yanked on the door, trying to get it to open but it wouldn't. I scanned the door looking for the reason why it wasn't opening and I smacked my teeth when I saw the Jimmy proof deadbolt on the bottom of the door. 

Ain't this some shit. They must have known I was going to try to escape. I pulled the curtains back over the sliding doors and turned around, scanning the rest of the room for an escape plan. There weren't any other doors or windows in this room, so essentially, they had me in a prison cell with a balcony door that doesn't even open. 

Think. Think Think. 

I needed to do something to get out of this windowless hell. So, I searched high and low, wide and far, in every empty draw and under every barren piece of furniture but there was no escaping this place. It was almost like I'd gotten shoved into a mental institution and there was no way I was getting out of here any time soon. I even got so desperate as to turn over the lamps to see if there was a key or a clue that would help my escape, but even that proved useless.

I walked across the fluffy carpet and over to a door, which I'm assuming is the closet. I grabbed the knob and pulled it, thinking I was going to open it, but even that felt like it was glued shut. It didn't even look like it was locked, but glued to the wall beyond it. And if it wasn't glued, it was definitely a fake door to get me to thinking I'd found my perfect escape route. 

I looked to my right at the only other door in the room and I could see light shining from beneath it. That had to be the door that led to the rest of the house, but I had a bad feeling about opening it up. I wasn't as ballsy as I was with this door as I was with the others. Because at least with the other ones, I wouldn't have to interact with anybody else. But this door guaranteed that I was going to run into somebody and either end up in two places: back in this prison cell or in the basement of that fake boutique with dusty clothes. 

Both options seemed like torture to me, but they beat being ignorant to what's going on around me. Even though my heart was beating out of my chest and sweat beads were forming on my forehead, I still approached the door with the courage of a hundred men. My stomach bubbled as I inched closer to the door and just when I was about to grab the knob, a pair of feet walked past and stopped in front of the door.

Oh shit!

I ran as quickly as I could to the bed and put myself back in the position that I woke up in. I don't know who was on the other side of the door, but I didn't want to find out just yet. I can't imagine what kind of monster Mrs. Elliot's son is, and I'm not truing to find out either. It's no telling what he'll be like since his mother is such a wild ass animal that likes to kidnap and torture young girls, all for the sake of what people will think of her family...well, her son. He must be some kind of fucked up for her to go to such great lengths to make him look good.