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Lizzie lifted her head up, straining to her who it was. She twisted towards the door, suddenly she felt the ropes behind her back give. Her hope soared, maybe she could get out. She worked her hands frantically, twisting them into positions she didn't know her hands could do.
Something smacked against the door again.
"Damn it wa—" Larry began, but another crash cut him off. Lizzie flinched as she heard the distinctive sound of wood cracking.
Another thud against the door and she heard the crack of a fist colliding with something.
She whimpered as the rope scratched her hand.
"Bastard," Larry swore.
"Where is she?" a rough voice demanded. There was another hit and a thud as someone hit the wall.
She was to terrified to call out. She knew the voice, it was Ronnie. But what if this was just the effect of a partnership gone wrong?
She screamed as Ronnie suddenly fell into view. Larry was obvious to her as he fell onto of him and began to pound the other boy wit his fist.
Like sandpaper, the rope drug down her hand but she pulled them free. Hastily, she shook the rope off and tried to loosen the holds around her ankles.
Lizzie glanced up as Larry suddenly fell backwards, but didn't fall. Ronnie struggled to his feet. Larry stood up and charged. Ronnie aught him by the shoulders and shoved him back.
Larry reached for the nearest object, a table lamp. The room became dimmer as he yanked the cord from the wall and charged forward. Ronnie caught the lamp in mid swing as it came down towards his head. He lifted his knee and connected it with Larry's stomach.
Lizzie's fingers pulled at the knot from any area she could. Larry must have been a boy scout, because the knot wasn't giving. She quickly glanced to see if she could find something to loosen it, or pry it apart.
The shattering of glass jerked her attention back to the fight. She saw Larry standing, his breathing heavy, looking down at Ronnie.
Lizzie knew she couldn't hop or crawl away, and did the only thing she could think of. She flopped back onto the bed and shoved her hands behind her. She felt the rope beneath her fingers and quickly balled it up. Her eyes were locked on him as her fingers began to pull apart the knot.
He wiped a hand across his forehead, taking deep breaths to regulate his breathing. He looked over at her, a strange, triumphant twisted smirk on his face.
"Larry, please," she begged. The knot loosened in her fingers. "Don't do this. That's assault! Do you know how much trouble assault will get you into?"
"When you add it to harassment, kidnapping, and another charge of assault?" he mocked. "Do you honestly think I'm going to let you go? Just so you can run to your precious Gordo and he can call the police? I'm not stupid, Lizzie."
"I still don't understand what you're going to do with me then? Are you going to kill me? Because that's the only way I'm never going repeat what happened here," she declared.
"I know," he answered, stepping towards the bed.
Lizzie bided her time. She had to wait, if she moved at the wrong moment, or he realized that she was untied, she end up like Ronnie on the floor. Surprise was on her side. He was felling cocky, arrogant, he'd overpowered her and Ronnie. Her eyes followed him closely as he moved to the left side of the bed. He leaned down, closing his eyes. As his lips touched her, Lizzie's arms shot out from behind her back, she grasped each end of the rope and pushed Larry back against the wall, her arms going around his neck. With the rope wrapped tightly around her hands, she pushed it into his throat.
Larry let out a strangled cry.
Lizzie pressed harder. She couldn't let him go. He'd kill her.
His fist smacked into her head, her shoulders, her arms. His face was beginning to turn red. His eyes bulged. Lizzie felt tears welling up behind her eyes. She'd know since she'd started school. He'd helped her pass chemistry. 'He also tried to kill you!' A small voice screamed. Lizzie forced her eyes shut.
Suddenly, arms from behind her locked around her waist and flung her facedown onto the bed. She heard Larry's coughs as air flooded back into his lungs. She heard a thud and flipped around to see Ronnie standing above Larry's limp form on the floor, the base of the broken lamp in his hand.
She scurried backwards on the bed, her eyes not leaving Ronnie. Her heart pounded in her heaving chest, what now?
Lizzie lifted her head up, straining to her who it was. She twisted towards the door, suddenly she felt the ropes behind her back give. Her hope soared, maybe she could get out. She worked her hands frantically, twisting them into positions she didn't know her hands could do.
Something smacked against the door again.
"Damn it wa—" Larry began, but another crash cut him off. Lizzie flinched as she heard the distinctive sound of wood cracking.
Another thud against the door and she heard the crack of a fist colliding with something.
She whimpered as the rope scratched her hand.
"Bastard," Larry swore.
"Where is she?" a rough voice demanded. There was another hit and a thud as someone hit the wall.
She was to terrified to call out. She knew the voice, it was Ronnie. But what if this was just the effect of a partnership gone wrong?
She screamed as Ronnie suddenly fell into view. Larry was obvious to her as he fell onto of him and began to pound the other boy wit his fist.
Like sandpaper, the rope drug down her hand but she pulled them free. Hastily, she shook the rope off and tried to loosen the holds around her ankles.
Lizzie glanced up as Larry suddenly fell backwards, but didn't fall. Ronnie struggled to his feet. Larry stood up and charged. Ronnie aught him by the shoulders and shoved him back.
Larry reached for the nearest object, a table lamp. The room became dimmer as he yanked the cord from the wall and charged forward. Ronnie caught the lamp in mid swing as it came down towards his head. He lifted his knee and connected it with Larry's stomach.
Lizzie's fingers pulled at the knot from any area she could. Larry must have been a boy scout, because the knot wasn't giving. She quickly glanced to see if she could find something to loosen it, or pry it apart.
The shattering of glass jerked her attention back to the fight. She saw Larry standing, his breathing heavy, looking down at Ronnie.
Lizzie knew she couldn't hop or crawl away, and did the only thing she could think of. She flopped back onto the bed and shoved her hands behind her. She felt the rope beneath her fingers and quickly balled it up. Her eyes were locked on him as her fingers began to pull apart the knot.
He wiped a hand across his forehead, taking deep breaths to regulate his breathing. He looked over at her, a strange, triumphant twisted smirk on his face.
"Larry, please," she begged. The knot loosened in her fingers. "Don't do this. That's assault! Do you know how much trouble assault will get you into?"
"When you add it to harassment, kidnapping, and another charge of assault?" he mocked. "Do you honestly think I'm going to let you go? Just so you can run to your precious Gordo and he can call the police? I'm not stupid, Lizzie."
"I still don't understand what you're going to do with me then? Are you going to kill me? Because that's the only way I'm never going repeat what happened here," she declared.
"I know," he answered, stepping towards the bed.
Lizzie bided her time. She had to wait, if she moved at the wrong moment, or he realized that she was untied, she end up like Ronnie on the floor. Surprise was on her side. He was felling cocky, arrogant, he'd overpowered her and Ronnie. Her eyes followed him closely as he moved to the left side of the bed. He leaned down, closing his eyes. As his lips touched her, Lizzie's arms shot out from behind her back, she grasped each end of the rope and pushed Larry back against the wall, her arms going around his neck. With the rope wrapped tightly around her hands, she pushed it into his throat.
Larry let out a strangled cry.
Lizzie pressed harder. She couldn't let him go. He'd kill her.
His fist smacked into her head, her shoulders, her arms. His face was beginning to turn red. His eyes bulged. Lizzie felt tears welling up behind her eyes. She'd know since she'd started school. He'd helped her pass chemistry. 'He also tried to kill you!' A small voice screamed. Lizzie forced her eyes shut.
Suddenly, arms from behind her locked around her waist and flung her facedown onto the bed. She heard Larry's coughs as air flooded back into his lungs. She heard a thud and flipped around to see Ronnie standing above Larry's limp form on the floor, the base of the broken lamp in his hand.
She scurried backwards on the bed, her eyes not leaving Ronnie. Her heart pounded in her heaving chest, what now?
