His eyes flare, but he nods agreement. I know he wants to go too, but I need to leave someone I trust completely here.
“Let’s go boys. Be safe out there and find our girls.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sofia
It seemed like forever, but Luca finally came back. Thankfully, I had time to figure out a plan. I laid on my side facing the door with my hands curled under my face. I closed my eyes and kept them closed, even after I heard him come back in. I feel myself tense a little as he walks in, but I force my body to relax.
“Sofia?” He says as he comes closer and softly caresses my head.
I want to punch him or back away, but I force myself to stay. I hear him sigh.
“I am likely going to regret this.” He mumbles to himself as he leans down and kisses my head. “Sleep well, Sofia. I will come back and check on you in a bit.”
Then he leaves. He actually leaves. I cannot believe that he just walked out of the room leaving me without my restraints. Again. I am wearing him down. Inside I am screaming, but I remain “sleeping” for another 10 minutes from my count. Once I am sure he isn’t coming back, I get up and go to the door. I hear the lock click back into place so I know it won’t open. I hold my ear to the door and listen. Everything seems quiet. I let out a sigh of relief. It feels like something is going my way.
I then inspect the door. It is just a normal wooden door. That gives me hope. I wasn’t lying before. I have no clue how to pick a lock and even if I did, I don’t have anything to do it with. What I can do though is use my brain.
I take my metal weapon out and really look at it. It is jagged on each end, which will be good to stab someone, but that is not what I need it for right now. I need to get out of this door. I put it back in my waist band.
I sit back on the bed and stare at the door, going over how I could possibly get out of this room. After a couple minutes, I see that the frame of the door is rotted a little bit. My heart starts to race. I jump up and try to use my hands to pry the wood off. A few pieces flake, but not enough to make a difference. I dig my nails in and try again. Still only small splinters of wood.
I growl in frustration. I saw the light and now it’s starting to dip again.
After mentally cussing for a couple of minutes, I step back and look at the door again. I know I can do this, I just need to think smart. I wish I had a credit card. I could just slide it in the open space and pop the door open. I need leverage.
I bite my lip as I consider my options. I pull my weapon back out and look at it again. While it could probably peel more of the wood off, it probably won’t do enough. Besides, I don’t know how long I have until Luca comes back.
A bright idea pops into my head. If I pinch the end together, I can slide it in the door and use it as leverage to pop the door open. I put it on the ground and step on it, putting all my weight on the one end. It moves a little, but doesn’t pinch like I hoped it would.
“Son of a bitch.” I mutter to myself.
I feel like the walls are starting to close in. In the back of my mind, this clock is clicking down the time I have to get out of here. I feel a little panic start to bubble up, but I try to breathe through it. I look back at the bed. I might be able to use one of the legs to smash down the end of the piece in my hand.
I lean down and place the end of my piece under the corner of the bed. I pull down with all my might and it works a little more, but it is not as flat as I need it. I stand up and press down on the top of the bed frame on that corner and smile when the piece pinches together just like I needed.
Yes!
I pick it up and feel relief fill me. This is going to work. It has to. I go back to the door and press my ear to it again. Still no noise. This time, I am getting out of here. I slide the metal piece in-between the frame and the door right at the door jam. I take a couple of deep breaths before I pull the metal piece towards the door. A loud cracking sound rings out as the frame breaks a part. My metal piece bends, but I don’t even care at this point. It will still work as a weapon. I start to feel panicked as I realize how loud the wood cracking really was.
I press my ear back to the door and listen. I hear footsteps echoing down the hall so I reach down and grab the broken piece of wood and dive back into bed. My heart races as I wait to be caught. I try to steady my breathing as I feel the metal piece digging into my hand reminding me that I have a way to defend myself. The bite of the metal stings, but I don’t loosen my grip. Nothing could cause me to let go of my weapon.
After what seems like 10 minutes, I begin to relax. No one came in to check on me. I get back up and tip toe back to the door and press my ear back to the door. I stand and listen. I keep listening as I give myself an internal pep talk.
You can do this. You have gone through hell and survived. You faced death and laughed in his face. You are a tough bitch. All you have to do is make it out of here.
After I repeat my pep talk a couple of times, I resolve to pull open the door. I know there will be noise so I make a mental map of how we got in here. I didn’t see anyone before so I need to make it through without being detected.
After taking a couple of steading breaths, I yank the door open. There is another wood splintering sound, but I quickly close the door behind me and dart down the hall. My heart is racing in my chest. I can barely hear over how hard it is beating. I press my ear to the next door down the hall and I don’t hear anything. At least, I don’t think I do. My heart hasn’t slowed yet. I try the handle and its locked. I take a couple more breaths and try the next door. This time when I try the handle it opens. I push in and close it as quietly as possible behind me.
“What do we have here?”
There is a man standing in the room and I react before thinking. I pull my messed-up metal weapon and run towards him. It catches him off guard as he tries to stop my advance. Before he can stop me, I swing my arm up and jab several times towards his neck. I feel it meet its mark, but I am so erratic that I don’t even know what I hit. Did I hit his neck? His hand? The side of his head?
I don’t stop stabbing until he falls to the ground, taking me with him. I look down and see blood pouring from his neck and hand. He is still breathing, but barely as his eyes stare up at me.
“Sofia?”
