Chapter 52
1431words
And I have some huge back pockets on me, so now I am able to hide the phone away. If I am able to get to it that's it.
A loud bang on the door made me snap my head in that direction. "I'm coming in." He boomed and without waiting for a response the door was flung open. Like a deer caught by the headlights I was nailed to the ground still leaning on the sink.
James cast one glance at me and without realizing spits out a globe of saliva, laughing hysterical with tears running down his face as he fell down on the ground.
"Are you cosplaying!? No even worse do you wanna play trick or treat!?" He guffawed. "O-ouch m-my stomach!" He clutched at his stomach, struggling to breath.
Embarrassed my cheeks flushed red. He stood up and approached me, pinching and pulling at my cheek. "Aw is our April angry? How cute~" He cooed.
A vein in my body was about to explode from irritation and I slapped his hand away, glowering silently at him. "Nice to see that you are having fun at my demise, but it would be nice if you could lead me outside now." I said through gritted teeth.
He wiped a tear away dramatically, still snickering at my appearance. "Sure, Sure." He said, grabbed my shoulder and roughly pressed the muzzle of the gun against my back propelling me towards the door.
As we stepped out of the bathroom my eyes nervously shifted towards the couch were my portable phone was located.
'I have to get to it somehow, but how?'
"Hey, you aren't moving anymore." James called out as he pressed the gun further into my back earning a hiss from me. "Why aren't you moving anymore? if you think that I wouldn't shoot you then you've got it wrong."
"I-I" I stammered, trying to come up with something. "M-My teddy bear!" I sputtered out.
"Your…teddy bear?" He asked and smacked his lips as if he couldn't believe that he just said 'teddy bear'.
I whipped around "Y-Yeah my teddy bear! I can't leave him behind." I cringed at how my voice went an octave higher.
"You can't be serious. It's just a plushie toy." He said incredulously, narrowing his eyes at me.
I gasped dramatically as I placed my hand on my left chest indignantly. "How dare you? Do you even have any idea how much that plushie cost me!?" I screeched. "If I can't take it with me then let me at least hug it for the last time. You ow me at least that much for saving your ass from getting beat up by my stalker."
My eyes turned into two slits and my arms were crossed in front my chest as I refused to back down from my request.
Even when the sound of him gritting the teeth became more prominent and his eyes started to blaze with anger promising me that not only one bullet will go through my body I refused to back down.
After a while he finally let out a sigh of resignation. "Fine…I will get that stupid bear, but you'll stay here. If I get a feeling that something is off then-"
"Then a bullet will meet my skull or something like that, damn you killers sure like to threaten." I concluded as I gestured him to get on moving.
He mumbled something incoherent and disappeared into the bedroom. No time to waste I quickly went to the couch and exhaled relieved when the portable phone was indeed laying there. I grabbed it and stuffed it swiftly in my pocket.
Just when I did that James trudged out of the bedroom with Mr. Teddy carried under his armpit.
"Here." He thrusted the giant plushie annoyed in my arms. "Now hug it so that we can finally get out of here." His impatient tone made it clear that if I said or do something else that he will really shoot me, so I did what he said and hugged Mr. Teddy goodbye.
Back to our position of me walking upfront while a gun is pressed in to my back I trudged inside the bedroom gazing around, wondering why we were here until my eyes landed on the ceiling.
I felt the life sucked out of me as I couldn't phantom what I saw. With my jaw slack I stared flabbergasted at the metal ladder that came out of the ceiling.
"that was the exit?" I muttered. I would have never found that!
The urging impatient nudge in my back kept me moving and I climbed up the ladder. Once upstairs we were met with another metal door. I pushed the heavy metal door open with all my mind and was met with a blinding light causing me to shut my eyes.
Carefully I pried my eyes open. "The hell?" We came out in another room. This time a room with windows. The room was also twice the size of the confinement that I was in. Everywhere I looked screamed luxurious except for the broken busted down door that led to the outside world.
"Was I stuck in his basement the whole time?" I muttered as I was pushed along by James. I would have never gotten out of that place if it wasn't for James.
James scoffed behind me. "Your man is really a crazy son of a gun."
"He is NOT my man!" I yelled at him impulsively.
"He sure acted like a prince on the white horse when he came for you." He said in defense.
"More like the grim reaper with his long scythe." I mumbled under my breath.
James let out a chuckle. "I agree."
As we were waltzing outside I noticed that James seemed a lot more stressed out. He would snap his head occasionally in random directions and his breath sounded a lot shallower as if he was anxious. Was he waiting for Mark to pop up? Despite him saying how he would slaughter Mark he was obviously scared of the man who had put a cast on him.
"Hold up a second." James commanded stopping in his tracks.
With an uncertain expression I turned around facing him. He glared at me suspiciously. "Y-Yes?" I stammered.
"Do you have a tracking device on you?" He asked aggressively, tightening his grip on my shoulders.
I flinched and shook my head vehemently. "N-No."
He studied me incredulously and starts patting me down, searching me thorough, against my will.
"H-Hey! This is sexual harassment!" I yelled alarmed, fearing that he would find my portable phone.
He halted his movement when his hand laid on the pocket were my phone was hiding. He shoved his hand in my pocket and pulled it out aggressively.
"What the fuck is this then?" His voice was dangerously low. I stood there for a couple of seconds lost for word, my stomach churning; I wanted to be suddenly small and crawl into someone's lap.
"Sugar plumps I am going to ask you for the last time. What. Is. This?" His voice that was laced with venom, made me lose control over my hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm.
'I have to do something, say something. Anything or I will turn in to compost.' With the first idea that popped in my head I grasped his hand that was holding my phone. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat down and stared in to his eyes resolute.
"Do you want to form an alliance with me?"
