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Adrian dialed Amanda's number for the umpteen. time but it wasn't going through. He hissed in frustration before banging his fist on the wall. Exhaling deeply, he shoved his fingers into his crew cut,his back resting against the wall. His butt landed on the floor as a feeling of despair gnawed at him. “I never knew this would happen…” He mumbled, his face etched with regret as he stole a glance at his reflection in the mirror

I tried to pick my way through the crowd to get out of the throng. Each time I tried to get past someone, they seemed to move closer together and made it impossible for me to get through. I tried to go in a different direction, but it was no easier. I was stuck in the middle of it all. I seemed so small compared to everyone that towered around me. I just wanted to go back, to stay in my car and wait patiently for them to disperse. I knew I had royally screwed up, but there was nothing more I could do.

Anything. My eyes scanned the cell again, flickering from the loose patch of stone in the corner to— There. A broken stick—thin, long enough, maybe strong enough. I crawled over to it, my limbs trembling, my fingers barely working as I reached out. “Come on,” I whispered. “Just… a little closer…” I finally got hold of it and shuffled back to the cell door. My fingers trembled as I shoved the stick into the lock, awkwardly twisting, hoping something would catch.

He asked already knowing. “Tree.” I said. “A huge one. No way through.” He exhaled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Damn.” “I guess… I’m stuck.” I added. The word stuck should have tasted bitter. It didn't. He studied my face, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Well call the county. Might take a while.” It didnt. “That's what I thought.” Silence stretched between us. “Okay.” He said finally, “Then you'll stay.”

I pull the door open and slide into the back seat, giving the driver the address of the coffee shop. He nods, pulling back into traffic. Silence settles in. My gaze drifts to the window, watching the city blur past. People walking. Cars honking. Life moving. Meanwhile, I feel… stuck. Stuck somewhere between what I had and what I just lost. My phone feels heavy in my hand again before I even realize I’ve picked it up. The screen lights up…. still nothing. My thumb hovers for a second over her name. I could call. I could text.

I had the opportunity to run off, but instead I got distracted. Once again I was trapped. Worse than before. And the key was gone.

I wasn’t stuck because I didn’t know what to do. I was stuck because for the first time… I knew exactly what I didn’t want to do.

Wren “Come on, come on—shit!” I hissed under my breath, giving my zipper another frustrated tug. Nothing. For the last ten minutes, this stupid zipper had remained stuck in the same position. At this point, I started to suspect something else was wedged between its teeth, not a tiny thread or scrap of fabric. My arm had started to ache from all the bending and twisting, and quite frankly, I was this close to losing my mind. “Need help?”

I couldn’t tell who it was, but whoever it was could see that I was stuck. “Help… I am stuck,” I admitted in defeat. I was met by silence. No one was saying anything. “Hey, you don’t have to stare. I know I am naked. Now rid me of the suffering and help me pull the clothes out.” Rolling my eyes, I tried to pull it off again, but all to no avail. It was still a waste of time. “If you are going to stay there and do nothing, you can just leave. Go out there, call someone else,” I said, annoyed this time.

When I finished and stood up to zip my pants, it just wouldn't budge. "Shit," I muttered, trying again. Nothing. I stepped out of the stall still wrestling with the stupid zipper. That's when I realized. The zipper on my pants was stuck. I tugged once. Nothing. Tugged again, harder—still nothing. The metal had caught on the fabric, twisted in a way that made it impossible to slide. "You've got to be kidding me," I hissed through my teeth. "Of all times for there to be no women around—"