Chapter 13
"Oh so I see you've been trying to escape," Bear noted, looking over at the sandals I had kicked off and my frazzled expression. "Well you know it is not going to work. There are people everywhere in this building making sure of that," he laughed.
Then he walked out making a slight mistake. He didn't lock the door. I struggled to undo the rope that was tying my hands together. It hurt, rubbing and burning my skin, but after a lot of work it became looser. Then finally I was able to slip my hands out. That was the advantage of being so small. It was extremely easy to squeeze out of things.
As I snuck up the stairs, being careful not to make the steps squeak, all I could think about was acting like a spy. I could remember going as one of Charlie's Angels for Halloween. It was Brooke's idea of course. She made the costume and everything, telling me It would look hot. Not that I was a good spy anyway. Especially now as I tried to open the door and sneak out. I didn't look at all like a spy. I was wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants that have American Eagle written in navy down the side, my large black winter coat and my Chase Dreams Chase Boys Chase Dreamy Boys tank that Brooke had given me peaking out from underneath. My long black hair was in a messy bun and I was currently barefoot. Some spy huh?
The hallway was dingy just as the basement had been and I could spot an air vent in the corner. I could sneak out through there, didn't people in movies do it all the time? As I climbed in I realized how wrong I was. First of all it makes a lot of noise. Secondly it is hard to get into with a large jacket and last but not least it is impossible to find your way out.
When I finally found an opening and got out all I could do was run. I tripped to many times though.
"Oh honey it's in the genes," my mom had said when she first saw me trip up the stairs.
I had smiled then, loving that we had something in common, now though I was cursing it. My arms had some small scrapes from branches that had crept up my sleeves and my face had an even larger one from my eyebrow to my lips. Then as the stars began to fade and the sun began to raise it started to snow.
I sat down to exhausted to go any further and whispered to my self, "Merry Christmas, Rie," then passed out.