Chapter 26
Have to rescue myself?!
Ashley had been looking at Darius for the past 30 minutes now and he'd done nothing but look right back at her. And then to her amazement he had fallen asleep. Only…she wasn't sure that he was asleep though. He didn't seem like the type of evil guy to kidnap and take a nap while the captive as in the same room as them.
I mean she could get up and find something to bash his head in. but what if he wasn't sleeping and when she did go to bash him over the head his eye's might open and he'd take one look at her upraised arm and the weapon in her hand and just get pissed.
Really, really pissed. At her. Ashley shuddered just at the thought of what he might do to her. Two words stuck in her mind. Rape and Kill her. She shuddered again. Life just couldn't get any better for her.
"Hey, I know you're not sleeping so knock it off already," Ashley said as she looked at him. But no reply came from him. He just remained motionless except for his breathing. Ashley got up and silently moved towards him. When she got 3 ft away she squatted and looked up at him.
To her surprise he looked like a little boy sleeping as he was now. With an inward chuckle to herself she could just see the look on Dayan's face if she had ever told him that. He'd get all mad and arrogant at her. Men could be such baby's sometimes. Ashley got up and when she did her stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry?" a voice said from behind her. With a shriek Ashley jumped half a foot and spun around. Darius was up and looking at her.
"What the…where…how...but you..." she was so shocked that she couldn't finish her sentence.
"Cat got your tongue Cherie?" he asked as he grinned evilly.
'But you were just sleeping!" she shouted
"I don't sleep. I have too many people who want to kill me." He said and then laughed. Ashley looked at him with a pitying look.
"Don't pity me. You should be worrying about yourself. And that brat our carrying." He said as he left the room.
"My baby isn't a brat!" Ashley said with a shout when he was leaving the room. Darius stuck his head back in through the doorway and looked at her with eyes glowing red.
"If he's my little brother's child then he's a brat." he replied and then he was gone.
"My baby isn't a brat," she muttered to herself. She sighed and then flung herself on the bed. She had to get out of here. So as she waited to be fed she contemplated a plan to escape. It wasn't until the aroma of roast ham came at her that she realized that Darius was back. She got up from the bed and turned. It wasn't when she turned and saw him struggling with the heavy load of food that an idea came to mind.
"This just might work." She said to herself as she got up and walked towards Darius.