CHAPTER 5

Bellas p.o.v

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(Songs to listen to while reading this chapter

Lil Wayne-Mirror ft. Bruno Mars.

Rihanna- Te Amo

Dr. Dre ft. Eminem, Skylar Grey- I need a doctor

The Killers-

Porcelain Black- This Is What Rock n Roll Looks Like.)

I had to think about this for a minute. Samuel just stormed out, angry. In the process he had damaged the door so badly that it wouldn't close properly, which meant I wasn't locked in this room anymore, which also meant I could try to escape. But the problem was I had no idea where I was, I didn't have a phone, clothes, shoes or new what was around me. But, if you think about this, he has been very calculating. I mean, he got me to leave the club early, sneak up and abducted me out in plain site, was able to take my phone and (even though he didn't mean to knock me out) had got me away from civilisation and had no idea the whereabouts.

Then there is the crazy anger and strength he has been displaying. Do I really expect him to not have noticed that the door was broken. I stare at the warped door, biting my lower lip, contemplating. What should I do.

This might be my only chance to escape, but it could also be a trap to get me out of the room and hurt me. I seen movies where the kidnapper lets the victome out so they can "HUNT" them down again and then rape and kill the poor stupid bitch. But I have to try, right? I'm strong, fast and smart. Iv come so far in life. I'll be damned if I let this fucker get the better of me. I mean if I don't try and fight who knows what fucked up shit that Samuel guy plans on doing to me.

My heart starts to race, realizing I was actually going to take this chance and opportunity, I am going to try and escape. I poke my head out of the door, make sure that the coast was clear. The room I am in is at the end of a hall, there were three dark wooden doors and a set of gray metal one, I assumed those were elevator doors. Which reminded me that I had to try and escape down 4 floors, avoid any and all people and then try to steal some form of transportation.

The hall way looked a disaster. Pictures were thrown off the walls, glass was littering the ground and left a trail of debris down the stairs, which were next to the elevator at the other end of the hallway. What looked like fist sized holes littered the wall led to said stairs and, pushing up against the wall to creep around the corner of the stairs, I peek to see if I could take them. My face drew up and an unpleasant noise ripped through my clenched teeth. The damn stairs were almost totally destroyed. Like an animal went through and clawed them all up. I sighed through my nose rather loudly, squared my shoulders and turned around. I stepped over all the glass, plaster, drywall and broken furniture. Being careful not to make any noise or step on something. I hit the down arrow button for the elevator, grateful it didn't make that typical DONG DONG noise.

I can't help the breathy hysterical laugh that leaves me at the situation I find myself in. Here I am trying to escape a kidnapper in nothing more than a t'shirt and am bare foot, patiently waiting for a fucking elevator. It was so ironic. I start to fidget and gnaw on the skin of my bottom lip, the waiting made me supremely nervous.

The doors open and I jump inside. It looks like I was pretty close in assuming five floors. According to the elevator buttons, there was five floors and a G button. That has to mean garage right?. I push that button, thinking that was my best bet to avoid everyone and also find a car to steal.

Thinking about it though, this doesn't really seem like a normal kidnapping dose it? I don't think so anyway. I mean, they gave me a nice room, they changed me into comfy clothes to sleep in, Had washed my face and hair, yes I had noticed that too, and then they tried to get me to eat not once but twice and even tried to find something else for me to eat when I'd refused the sandwich. And then Samuel stopped me from trying to eat said sandwich that I was "allergic" to, he wouldn't let me eat it.

And if I'm being one hundred percent honest with myself, I actually felt safe here, I was mostly just worried about Lucas. My eyes widen slightly as I realize this. What the fuck is wrong with my brain. I'm seriously disturbed. I need help big time. Is this what stalkhome syndrome feels like?

Again I ask, what the hell is wrong with me? I hear a dull ping, my head snaps up right before the doors open. My breath catches in my throat and eyes widen with panic as the elevator stops on the third floor and the doors open.

On instinct I move with panicky jerks, I sorta run in a circle; hands flailing about and whispering "SHIT SHIT SHIT," trying to find a hiding place. But I was in a fucking elevator, HELLO! So instead I curb my panic the best I can and shrink back into the corner next to the control panel, with my head down. Maybe if I don't make eye contact or move, then won't see me. That's my hope anyway.

A woman steps onto the elevator, texting on her phone, not even noticing I was there. I don't dare risk looking up, I just stare at her black ballet flats. Thankfully, she gets off at the next stop which I notice is the first floor, right above the Garage. The doors close again before anyone else can get on. I breathe a sigh of relief, when the doors open again and I am staring at the front end of a car.

I sigh with relief.

I made it to the garage without being seen, my heart leaps. I ran out the door and gasped from the shock of what was laid out before my eyes. There were so many cars here. Old ones, and new alike. For the briefest moment my eyes lingered on a classic 1969 Dodge Chargers, it looked just like The General from Dukes of hazard, and I contemplated stealing that sweet little piece of muscle for myself, but knew it wasn't visible. Feeling overwhelmed I did a full circle around, looking at everything else that wasn't so conspicuous. A manic chuckle rips out of my mouth, this wasn't a garage, it was a fucking car showroom. I ran over to what looked like a workbench, trying to be as quiet as possible I started opening drawers and cabinet doors, then something to my left on the wall catches my eye. I tilt my head and sigh in suspension, this was way to easy. All the keys were hanging right there on the wall in plain sight. I grab the first set of keys on the top left corner, hit the unlock button with my thumb and the first car closest to the me chirps. I purse my lips in thought, eyes squinting.

This is definitely way to easy, has to be a trick. Any minute now, someone is going to jump out and grab me, dragging me back upstairs to do god knows what with me. Or….Or I've got an angle on my side today, and there looking out for me BIG TIME! First set of keys still in my hand I bush off the workbench and sprint over to the drivers side door of a Ford escape, oh the irony yet again!. I slid in, rolling my eyes at my inner thoughts. Though before starting the car up I looked around to see if there was a garage opener sitting around, then I start to survey my best route out of the garage. The car was facing the garage door but was about two car rows back.

All set, plan in hand, I stilled for just a moment to gather all my strength and courage. This was it. I was going to fight tooth and nail to get the fuck outa here. No going back now. Nodding, I start the car up and reverse it and hit the door opener. I pulled out of the parking space, tires screeching while I put it into drive. I take off down the row then turned left and then made a mad dash to the right, the front door of the house came into view as I peeled up the steep hill from the underground parking garage, and as predicted, they had heard everything. People were rushing out the door as I hit the accelerator, smoking the tires out. My eyes quickly landed on Samuel as he ran out in front of everyone else.

Our eyes met and held contact for the briefest of moments. I could see so many different emotions flash through those dark predatory eyes. A mixture of shock, anger, and hurt? My heart clenched in my chest from it.

What the actual fuck!

I should be ecstatic that I'm escaping my kidnappers! So why do I feel so heartbroken seeing him like this. I shake it off, Don't know what is going on, But I am getting out of here. I stomp my foot down, the car jolts forward, pelting them all with the pebbled driveway as I turn to car and race out of there.

Luckily, the road that leads you to and from the house was easy to drive. So getting away shouldn't be too hard. I'll figure out where I am when I get to the nearest town later. Right now I'm just focused on getting at much space between me and those crazy people.

I try to focus, making sure that noun of them are following me, but no cars appear. I continue checking my mirrors, head constantly jerking too and fro but the only thing I noticed was a few wolves that seemed to be chasing a few small animals rushing about the woods. Wired, I always thought wolves were nocturnal and liked to stay hidden away from loud noises.

For a brief moment, I can't help but think that Lucas would have loved it here. He loves to explore nature,I could just imagine the cool things he would find in the woods. Thinking about Lucas has me pressing the gas pedal even further down, and wondering how worried he is about me. He always worries about me even though he is only a little boy, he is extremely bright and observant. I cant have him thinking I left him. Don't worry LuLu I'm coming home baby-boy.