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Chapter 11: The Great Escape
When I woke up, Damon wasn't there. He had left me. I felt a stab of sadness and anger somewhere around my heart - could've been my heart. I glanced at the bedside table and found their was a sandwich there, along with a bottle of orange juice. I fed myself and then walked around the room, trying to find something interesting to do. Unfortunately, there wasn't much there so I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. For the first time since I had been stuck in this house, I realised I was only wearing a black bathrobe and my panties! Oh, Damon was so gonna get a stern talking to when I saw him next.
I walked back into the bedroom and began looking through drawers and such - I found a pair of guys jeans and a black t-shirt. But I didn't stop there…I wanted to find some means of escape. I had done all sorts of educational stuff as a child: Learned martial arts (how cool?), how to horse-ride, archery, fencing, how to use a gun (by Thorn who thought it would be cool one weekend for us all to go down to his cousins dressed in police uniforms and learn how to shoot. No wonder he had been so good with the smartie gun), and then Elliott had taught us all sorts of things from how to do a back-flip into the pool, to escaping out of handcuffs. Of course he had taught me how to pick a lock and that's exactly what I intended to do to the bedroom door that was stopping me from running the hell away from this place.
I checked all the drawers, scoured the bathroom, inspected shelves and even looked under the bed. I recovered a paperclip, an elastic band, a spare bed sheet and a sock.
I got dressed in the guys jeans, which luckily, had a belt, and the t-shirt. I assumed it was either Stefan's or Damon' because it was huge on me. I rolled the bottoms of the jeans up so that I could run if I had to.
When I walked over to the door, paperclip at the ready, I found that Damon had blocked the lock from the inside. Damn him! I sat down on the chair for a while, trying to figure out any other ways I could escape. I thought about the window, even though Damon had said it was locked and decided that I would give it a go anyway. After wrapping the bed sheet around my hand, I tried slamming my fist into the window. It didn't work. I picked up the stool at the dresser and slamming it into the window. Still nothing. I tried again - this time a minute crack appeared. At least something was happening. I hit it again. Another tiny crack. I hit it again…and again and again and again and again. A little circle of cracks appeared. It punched it and hit it and kicked it and tried with all the strength I could muster to smash it. So far, the circle of cracks had gotten slightly bigger. I stood there for another half an hour smacking the stool into it until there was an audible crack and the glass looked slightly vulnerable. I just hoped Damon was out and that he couldn't hear me.
After another fifteen minutes of attacking the window, it looked like it was almost ready to give in. I picked up the posh metal pen I had found and jabbed it into the centre of the glass where the most cracks were. I felt a very small draft coming through. Success! I punched the air. I hit it once more with the stool; a large hole occupied the window. I kicked out the remaining shards of glass and pulled the bed over to window. Tying the spare sheet around the bedpost, I checked to see if it was safe. The bed sheet didn't take me very far down but I threw the mattress out of the window and hoped I would have a soft landing.
I imagined what Damon's reaction would be if he saw the falling mattress, and then a falling Danger-Lee. I chuckled at myself - I mean come on. If I couldn't laugh in a situation like this, what was I supposed to do?
I climbed out of the window and shimmied down the sheet. When hanging over the wall next to the hall window I assume, I couldn't help but peek inside.
The hall was empty - at first. I was looking into the hall and nobody was there, but then the front door opened, and in walked Damon. Perfect timing. Just perfect. Damn him! I snapped my head back around the wall and measured the distance between me and the mattress. It was a harmless jump. I could make it, I was sure of it.
I loosened my grip on the sheet and went flying to the ground. I landed on the mattress with a puff of air.
Getting up, I peeked back in through the window. Big mistake. I could just make out Damon going up the stairs…to my room!
I began to run as fast as my legs would carry me, back through the trees and shrubs, opening up the healing cuts on my hands and getting knew ones on my bare feet. I managed to sprint all the way through the forest and up the road until I came to the edge of my part of the town. Then I had to stop and rest. He hadn't caught me yet so I wandered over to a small alley between two shops and sat there, on the floor. I wondered if he hadn't bothered checking on me, but then I saw his car zoom past. I popped my head out slightly from the alley and saw the drivers window going back up and then the drivers door opening. I sucked in a deep breath, knowing that if he found me now it would be all over.
Looking down the other end of the alley, it dawned on me that it opened up onto the bottom of my street. If I could just make it down there…I hadn't even finished thinking before my legs had started working again.
As I passed the end of the alley onto my street, I looked over my shoulder. Damon saw me from the other end.
"Shit!" I cursed and pushed myself to go faster. My house was only half way down the street - I was so close. My breath cut my throat every time I sucked another one in.
I had just passed the lamppost outside my neighbours house when I was scooped up. By Damon. I screamed.
"Would you just shut up? It hurts to hear that when your ears are as sensitive as mine." He flashed me a smile.
I was still screaming and shouting for help.
"Felicity! Felicity! Olga!."
He continued to carry me in a tight hold.
"Caroline!" I was going to last resorts.
If anyone did see me then, they would have thought I was some raving lunatic. A sweaty, out of breath teen, slung over the shoulder of an oblivious guy who looked like one of the men in black. I didn't blame them for staying in their houses, but it didn't stop me from writhing around.
"Aahh! Get off me! Somebody help!"
Then everything went blurry and started moving past me at an impossible speed. I couldn't breathe in any air because I was passing it too fast. Then I was strapped in Damon's car.
"You're so unreasonable sometimes you know." he scolded.
"I hate you."
"That's not very nice."
"Neither is your manhandling."
"Touchè."