And then I lifted my leg up with as much force as I could and I kicked him where men don't like to be kicked. Well, where anyone wouldn't like to be kicked, really.

"Don't try that again. Or maybe you should, so I can kick you even harder."

"You know what, I'm cool. Why don't you pretend this door was me and try to kick it down?"

Who knew he could actually be smart at times? I didn't. So I walked up to the closed door and I kicked with all my strength. But it wouldn't budge. Well, it did, but not enough. I wasn't strong enough. I failed. Now we were trapped here. All because of me. Well, at least I tried. Unlike him.

My head was rested against the locked door and tilted my head down. Then I opened my eyes and saw something fall on the floor, leaving a wet mark where it landed. What was that? Then I felt around my eyes and felt wet drops of water. 'Am I crying?'

"Come on, Amu! Get it together. Knock this thing down!"

"Well, why don't you try? I'm the one who's been working here. All you've been doing is shouting at me, and do you really think that's helping? The least you could do is apologize."

"What? Apologize? Why? What have I done wrong?"

"What haven't you done wrong?"

"..."

So I made my way to the corner and sat down in a ball. And I felt a lot safer.

"What are you doing? You should be kicking the door down, not sitting there uselessly, crying. Get over here and work!"

"No. why don't you do it yourself? You're the one that wants out so bad. I've already tried."

"Fine. I'm sorry. Now get over here and let's blow this joint."

That put a smile on my face. Two might work. So I joined him on the other side of the door and on 3, we both kicked as hard as we could, and the door flew open. I turned and grinned at him. Then I stepped forward and landed flat on my face. Oh yeah, I was supposed to jump first.

So I got up and brushed the dirt off and started running. Then I saw trees up ahead and ran faster. When I reached the edge I didn't stop. Not until I found somewhere to make a good shelter. And I did. It was the perfect place. But then I heard voices talking.

"Well, what if we don't find her? What will Ikuto do to us?"

"Yeah, if only she came back, everything would be better. For us, that is."

"But I understand why she wouldn't want to. I mean, don't you think it's a little rough?"

"Yeah, keeping her in the back of a van with only a few pieces of bread and some water."

"Maybe if we talk to the Ikuto about that she'll be more willing to come back."

"That might work. But what would we change?"

"I don't know. The whole handcuff thing seems to be a problem."

"Yeah, but we need to stop her from attacking us every time we move her."

"Well I don't know what else we can get rid of. Any ideas?"

"Nope."

And then I felt a strong hand clamp over my mouth, and another arm wrapped around my waist. My first thought was that it was Ikuto, but it was something much, much worse.