I've decided to split this chapter up, so when I said the next chapter is one to look forward to, I now mean the one after this...sorry! This is quite a light hearted chapter, a break from all the rest.
"Jess come with me." Amy demanded. She kicked her head in the direction she was heading. She edged across the wall of the hotel lobby with her back against it slowly but steadily. Making sure she was making the least noise as possible. The masked men all faced away from the hostages. They all attempted to peek though the open door or squinting though the dimmed glass to watch the woman outside. "Jess come on." she cocked her head again.
"The men said we have to stay here. We cannot move." she replied, crossing her arms tightly.
"Trust me, I have a safer place to go. Just follow me. We can always come back." Okay, that last thing was a lie, but Amy has to talk Jess into the idea.
"Where will we go?" Jess questioned.
"Just follow me. We have to go quick though, before they turn around. But we need to be quiet." Amy held out her hand as she shakily rose to her feet. Jess nodded and took her hand. They quickly tip toed as they crouched low; Amy checking back constantly. They reached the grand staircase and started to climb. Amy's bare feet treading carefully on the wooden staircase. It creaked, sounding more loud now they are trying to keep silent. Jess is clearly trying to copy Amy but failing, her steps loudly causing low roars from the staircase; none that the masked men were aware of. They reached the top, where Amy took one last glance back. Frowning at the hostages innocently looking up to them and making sure the men didn't see them, she slithered out of sight. They ran along the first floor corridor. The soft carpet comforting Amy's bare feet.
Amy only had hopes left to depend on. She could only wish her plan would work. All she needed was a clear, transparent window to look out of. So she can get somebody's attention so they can be rescued. But she was too upset about her argument with Rory to even think twice about noticing the hotel structure. She's not sure if there even are any windows that aren't dimmed.
They raced along the red carpet corridor. The crimson blood colour of the carpet making her remember the VIP room where she was...she wiped the thought away by shaking her head. She constantly took glances back just to make sure no one is following her, anything could happen if she was caught. Gripping Jess' hand tightly, they reached the side stairs, she pushed open the painted wooden door and started to climb. She gripped tightly on the metal banister as the stone steps cooled her feet. She let Jess on ahead, keeping one hand hard on her back to stop her from tripping but keeping her going despite her breathlessness. Swiftly reaching floor two, she opened the wooden door to reveal another corridor of red carpet.
It was as if the colour was haunting her, the red memories flooding back. Like they wanted Amy to remember, wanted her to be tortured inside. But with Jess here it was okay. Without her, Amy wouldn't be able to handle it. Everybody else knew as clear as crystal what had happened to her but Jess was too young to understand. Amy liked this, she wouldn't judge her. Amy took it up amongst herself to look after Jess, she felt it was her job, even though Jess is mostly looking after her more than she is. Having a small child, so similar to her younger self made her calmer for sure.
They reached a random hotel room that was just further than half way down the corridor. Selecting that room that room was limited, as it's the only one on right side open. They both stumbled in.
Amy caught her breath as Jess leaped a couple of footsteps. Her breathing was fast and sharp with tiredness of running but her child hood excitement still over took her.
"Can we stay here? Can I sleep on the bed?" she jumped onto a near by bed, stretching her scrawny limbs out as far as possible. "There's food. Can we have it? I'm hungry." she leapt of the bed, smiling deeply and running over to some drawers. On top lay a tray with a kettle, soap and biscuits given by the hotel. To the side were a couple pots of instant noodles, that are made with hot water.
Amy nodded, "We can but not just yet."
The room was a family sized hotel room. It had three beds, two single and one double. The carpet, thank the heavens, was a cream colour, not a haunting red. There were closed curtains stretching across a large window fitting most of the end wall. She ran up. She drew the curtains from left to right. The glass...a dark murky colour. Amy saddened inside, no way to communicate with the outside. Put she had to think of the positives. At least they can see out and Amy has spotted someone.
She slowly sat down to the soft carpet floor. She felt her right hand reach out and touch the glass. A short smile spread across her face as a lump rose in her throat. She looked down, it was Rory. He was tangled in the polices arms, trying to get through the police to the woman in the robes. She saw his face move in a counter of expressions. His eyes filled with anger and concern and his mouth, well you can see he was screaming. She watched, her eyes not leaving him and following his every move. Her heart lifted as she felt herself drift away into a world of her own. She heard child giggles and voices echo in her ears as Jess was calling her. But none of the words registered, it's just her and Rory. Her hand pushed further onto the glass, as if she was trying to reach him. The world turned fuzzy and a tear fell down her cheek, seeing her husband for the first time in days.
The last time she heard him was on the day of the attack. His scared voice, his useless ways, Amy wondered what he would have been thinking now.
He might be missing her, feeling guilty of throwing her out and want her back. That's why he is here. Or he could hate her, is glad of her disappearance and is here only to see her get hurt. No, that can't be right...could it? She couldn't afford to think like that.
Jess jumped and came to join her, she poked her on the shoulder. Amy gasped, instantly bringing Amy back to her world. Amy shook her head and her hand retracted from the window. She reached out her arm and hugged Jess around the waist.
"Come sit down." Amy requested. Jess followed and fell to her feet. She moved and sat in front of Amy, comforting in Amy arms. She stared out of the window. Babbling in her own breaths Amy still tracked Rory with her eyes. He had moved from the crowd commotion and sat on bare grass with his head hung low. Amy cried for him, cried for herself. She had mixed emotions. So happy to see him, but sad she can't be with him and angry she can't talk to him. But she just couldn't help but cry. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down and spoke. "Can you spot your mum? You must be missing you terribly."
Jess didn't reply, she was crying too. She leaned closer to the window and let her head rest on the cold glass. Her arms grasped her teddy tight to her chest. A woman, accompanied by a man walked over to Rory, they sat either side of him.
"Is that your mum and dad?" Amy asked, resting a comforting hand on her back. Jess nodded, shyly, before wiping her tears with her sleeve and hiding her face from Amy. "It's okay to cry. I'm way older than you and look at me!" Jess rocked back into cradle position.
"I just want my mummy and daddy back." she wept.
"I know, we all do. It'll be okay in the end I'm sure. But just a little more time yet," she hugged her tightly, "A little more time..."
Thanks for reading and waiting for these chapters! More asap!
