Chapter 4: Trapped!
We were staring at each other, silently, and I could start to see his face because my eyes were adjusting to the darkness. "About that fun…" He said seductively. "Don't even think about it." I spat back. "Well then-" He said breaking the silence, "I guess I'm done here." He started walking to the basement stairs, leading to the outside. Then, Trevor tried opening the door. He tried again but the door wouldn't budge. "Shit!" He muttered taking a breath to calm himself. Turning to me he said, "Okay. Raven what the hell did you do to the door."
My mouth dropped open. I can't believe he would blame me for the door not opening. "I didn't do ANYTHING to the damn door!" I yelled defensively. "It's locked!" He yelled back. "I would never think about locking myself in a room with you." I muttered angrily. I tried to open the door for myself, but, for once, Trevor was right. "I bet you, that your so called "friends", locked us in here." I said, remembering them pressuring him. Trevor just sighed, knowing that what I just said was the cold hard truth.
"There should be a light in here." I said a moment later. We were still trying not to rip each others heads off from our argument. I could see a lot better now, and I was guessing Trevor could too because he was giving me the death stare. I sighed. "Are you gonna help me find the light or not." I asked him." He was staring at the ceiling now, and said nothing. "Fine. I'll look for it myself." I muttered. I checked every wall but couldn't find one damn light! I thought, Why am I even surprised, there probably isn't even electricity. Trevor walked over to me, smiling. "I found the light!" He said triumphantly. I stared at him suspiciously. "Where….and How? You weren't even looking." I said. He pointed to the center of the ceiling, and I saw the light switch. "Actually, I found it before you started looking." He said, smiling wider. "You bastard!" I yelled. "You made me get on my hands and knees to suffer, to find you that damn light??!!" I accused. "Yup! Sorry." He said.
A few minutes later I found myself in a very uncomfortable position. Trevor and I both couldn't reach the light switch, so he had to lift me up to reach it, regretfully, I agreed. He was holding me up while I was on his shoulders. Of course, the one freaking day I wear a skirt. "Can you reach it now?" he asked. "I think so." I lied. I just couldn't get it. I needed to be little higher. I was about to tell Trevor to lift me higher, but remembered that I was on his shoulders and afraid of how he might lift me up. I took a deep breath. Think, Think. I sighed, frustrated. It was no use. "Trevor, I can't reach it." I said, defeated. "Umm… Okay, hang on." He replied. I shuddered as he grabbed my thighs pushing me upward. My hand lightly brushed the piece of metal at the end of the chain. "I almost have it." I said, mostly to myself. He tried lifting me up higher, but all of a sudden I lost me balance. When trying to steady me, Trevor grabbed my ass. I gasped and felt a sharp, cold glass cut my wrist. Then I heard a crash, and screamed as me and Trevor fell to the cement. Trevor went down first, then me. I squeezed my eyes shut, prepared for the worst, and everything went black.
Someone was shaking me. "Raven? Raven???!!!" I heard a frantic voice ask. The voice, which I realize belonged to Trevor, seemed distant, like from the radio. My eyes fluttered open. It was dark, but I could still see Trevor's pale green eyes that changed from green to blue, depending on what he was wearing, or the lighting and….stars….I think. White dots clouded over Trevor's head. I sat up. "Raven! Are you all right??!" He questioned, still shaking me. "I'm in hell." I muttered.
I looked around the dark room, filled with dust and boxes. Then I remembered what happened. "Did I get the light?" I asked. I knew this place didn't have electricity. He laughed. "You broke it." He said, pointing to the broken glass. "Oh." I said, pulling me to my feet. My wrist stung like crazy. "Shit!" I said as I looked at my wrist, now smothered in blood. "What's wrong?" He asked. I looked at him. "My wrist, when you grabbed my ass the light cut my hand." "That was an accident, I swear!" He ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. "Here." He said. "Let me see it." I put my throbbing pale hand in his huge, but soft ones, my wrist facing up. He studied it for a moment, running his finger over the cut and feeling the warm blood smear. "You're bleeding." "Yeah, genius. Congratulations." I said sarcastically. Ignoring my comment, he took off his green stripped polo, and then his undershirt. I couldn't help but stare at his muscled chest. He smiled and let out a chuckle. I could feel my face turning red. Dammit! Then he grabbed my wounded wrist and wrapped it in his undershirt. "There. That will keep the bleeding under control for a while, but we need to get you to the hospital." He said looking at my wound. "There's a little problem with that." I replied facing the door.