Lexie was slowly losing hope. It's been an hour now since she started searching but there was nothing she could use to help with her escape. There was no sign of the keys which meant he had them on him and she watched too many episodes of prison break to not check the boards under the carpet for a secret passage.
She checked upstairs too, checked under each and every bed, checked the closets and even though she was positive that the windows were barred, she still double checked them.
But as she had hoped against, there was nothing to contribute to a clean escape... Which only meant she had to stay with this psycho for the rest of her life.
Away from her family, away from her friends, away from her boyfriend, away from her drawings...away from her home and with someone she'd prefer to travel the ends of the earths than stay with.
Her life was truly traveling down a path of lugubriousness, the gods must've turned away from her. For if they haven't, they'd save her from such atrocity.
If they haven't, they'd know that there was no way she could possibly live without her family.
A family she had spent all her life with, a family that looked out for her at all cost. The gods could've taken anything else, but why did they choose to take her family and her life?
Without even knowing it, Lexie's eyes became glossy and crocodile tears started to leak down each of her cheeks.
She wanted her old life back.
She wanted her freedom back.
She wanted her pride back.
She wanted her family back...
She wanted...she wanted...she just wanted to be free...
A quiet sob bubbled up her throat and exited through her mouth as she collapsed on the carpet situated on the living room floor. She felt impotent and weak, she felt frustrated and tired, she felt utterly defeated.
Why was he —her captor— doing this to her?
What did she have that other girls didn't?
Wha-?
Why...?
Another sob bubbled up her dry throat and her heart flipped in anguish when the denseness of her sadness settled above it.
She needed an escape route and fast. She needed to leave before her mind and her heart gave up. And with that in mind, she trudged to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest kitchen knife she found, then trotted up the stairs and to the last door on the floor...her captor's office.
She knocked twice, holding the knife in shaky hands and watching the closed door with eyes blackened by wet mascara.
She knew what she had planned was wrong, but with an escape in mind what else could she do?
Just seconds later, footsteps were heard, then the twisting of the knob, then the opening of the door.
Panic slowly washed over her then, the pace of her heart and the rationality of her mind speeding off into the distance like a piercing arrow, and despite the blurriness of her eyes, they settled steadily on her captor who watched her with curiosity. "What do you want Lexie? I specifically told yo-"
Before he could finish, Lexie's hand decided to react. She drove the knife forward, stabbing the man right in the shoulder. A gasp was heard, loud and pain-filled, then a thud that notified her that her captor had fallen.
She looked down at him, hands shaking so bad that the knife too fell on the boarded floor. She stabbed him, she actually stabbed someone, but now that she did, what should she do?
Finish him off?
Help him? No, this was all his fault.
If he hadn't kidnapped her none of this would've happened. She'd be home, in her room with her sketchbook, her pencil and her crayons or in the kitchen with her mother or outside with her troublesome brothers..
But instead she was here and it was all because of him. He doesn't deserve her help, not after all he's done, so why should she help him?
The keys were what she wanted right?
Well they were what she'd get.
She waltzed pass the wincing man seated on the floor, leaning almost breathlessly against the open door and into the office, looking around for her only hope at escaping.
She spotted it, a bucket load of keys hooked to a single keychain there on a desk littered with papers, a cup full of pens, and a black computer.
She grabbed it with ease and ace, then quickly scampered forward with just one thought... The thought of making it outside, making it to freedom.
But as she now came to know, freedom didn't come easily and even if it did, some obstacle will —without a doubt— come up later and right now, the hand holding tightly to her right foot was that obstacle.
AN/|\ What do you think? Will she escape? Will she get caught? Type and comment your thoughts.
"Kellen, come here!"The five year old boy looked over at his mother, eyes sharp. "No, I told you, I want this." He pointed to the pack of Oreos on the shelf. "And I'm not leaving this supermarket without it."Lexie shrugged, grasping the handle of her trolley. "Alright then, stay here then. I'd be happy to leave a naughty boy like you behind."Kellen's lips curled into a frown, eyes becoming glossy. "But momm—""My answer's final Kellen, you're not getting it."Lexie shoved the trolley pass her son, leaving him to stare watery at her back. He sighed, rubbing his hands in his jeans as his eyes darted over to his father who stood beside him. "Daddy...?"Zheme looked down at him then at the pack of Oreos. "Mommy said you're not getting it." He informed, watching as his boy groaned out in frustration before speaking again. "But daddy didn't say so did he?"Kellen's frown stretched its way into a grin when his father grabbed
"Push!"With a loud groan, Lexie did as told, tears running like a river down her cheeks.It hurts, the pain was more than just prominent, so immense that it had her weak legs shaking. She didn't know what to do, all she was told was to push whenever she felt a contraction, but that was hard considering the relentless pain each contraction brought along with it.She tried though, she was trying so hard for her baby boy. What if something happens to him?He was premature and that fact only proved to worry her more, for premature babies were sometimes born with a disability. She didn't want that for her child, she wanted him healthy and fit, though if he was born with a disability, she'd love him the same.A sudden cry edged her lips when another contraction was bestowed upon her, each lasted a minute and this time, she'd use the minute well. She pushed; hard, hands clutching the sheets, teeth gritted.She could feel it, the head j
Lexie's eyes fluttered open, bringing her out of a world of darkness and into one of light.She had fallen asleep on the couch last night, eating ice cream and watching 'friends'. But it seems even after complaining that he wouldn't, Zheme had lifted her and brought her here.Such a sweetheart he was, the perfect husband and yet everyday she found something new to taunt him with.Yesterday, she had taken his slippers, knowing well enough that hers were too small to fit him and today, she was going to confiscate his computer or rather hide it.With an evil smile, she threw his arm from around her protruding stomach and shuffled off of the bed. His computer was kept in his office when it wasn't in use and that's exactly where her steps took her.She twisted the door knob, wasting no time to push the big, rectangular board open and as she stepped inside, her eyes sought for it.On his desk, she found it, seated perfectly amongst mul
Lexie padded to the couch and with a heavy sigh, she took a seat beside Zheme. After the marriage, they had started off clean, the past was put behind them and what laid before them now was the present and the future.They had left the house behind too and had moved to a different one, one more modern and one in which they've already started their new life.Lexie was almost eight months pregnant now, her stomach blown as big as a floating balloon and Zheme only made matters worst by constantly calling her a pig. Not because she was fat, but because she ate a lot. Around the clock she'd be stuffing her face and when she wasn't doing that, she was either tormenting Zheme or painting.Now though was one of the times she felt the need to perplex her husband. He had been doing office work since morning and though he still looked after her, Lexie wanted to feel more important than the computer that sat in his lap.So she hauled the thing from him, placi
Lexie wiped at her eyes, crawling closer to him until her head rested against his shoulder. "I just want you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, just... Just please hold me...please."Sighing again, Zheme leaned away from her. This girl truly knew what to do to drive a nail in a man's heart.She made him feel guilty, but her plead for him made his thick length even harder. He wanted her too, so god damn much. He could feel the desperation, the immensity of his need and it wouldn't hurt to finally feed his desire.Without much thought, a finger of his slithered its way under her chin, steadying her face so that her teary eyes resided on him. "I'll hold you Kitten, just promise not to do that again, you should be patient, don't I always satisfy you in the end?"Lexie nodded. "Yes, always but are you going to do that now? Satisfy me.""Only if you promise to sometimes wait."Lexie held up her pinky, handing it to Zheme. "I promise."
"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?" "I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying.""Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and a built in dresser with a flat screen TV on top and an arm chair beneath it.It also had double doors that lead to a balcony that issued a marvelous view of the sea and a seemingly comfortable couch in the far corner of the room.Zheme grabbed the armchair from beneath the