(DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sonic the Hedgehog or any of their characters and props. But I do own my OCs.)
Chapter Three: The Escape
Carrie grunted as she was thrown onto her 'bedroom' floor (which was a small 10x10 room that only contained floorboards and wallboards, no windows). She lay still as her rapists cackled wildly while locking her door. After a few moments of swallowing in self pity and immense pain (AN: can you BLAME HER?), she finally stood up. Her sore thighs trembled as she walked over to her moldy mattress. She collapsed onto it and examined her wounds.
She had bruises all over; her legs, arms, stomach, her privates. It hurt to move an inch. Dry blood crusted all over her hands and feet. She no longer had a skirt, the only thing she was wearing was her torn up bra and long white button up shirt, which was also torn. Luckily, her shirt went down to the middle of her black and blue thighs… it was more coverage than what she usually received. She sighed as she pulled out an extra pair boy short underwear and tube socks from under her mattress. She quietly slipped them on while grimacing to her painful movement.
Tonight, she thought to herself. Tonight is the night that I'm leaving. I haven't attempted to escape after all these years so they won't expect me to try it. But their dead wrong…. I rather die trying than live here.
She waited till midnight so she could put her plan into action. Oh yes, she had a plan. She had been preparing for the past two months for it. When she heard the clock strike midnight, she listened for any signs of her captors' presence. When convinced she was all alone, she tiptoed to the corner of the room. She lifted a floor board and pulled out a small back pack. She checked to see if she had all her supplies that she collected.
Pocket knife, check.
Lighter, check.
Three old Snickers bars, triple check.
Broken mirror piece, check.
Four small rocks, quadruple check.
After double checking her supplies, she closed her small backpack and secured it on her left shoulder (you can run faster and quieter when it's not flopping on her your back). She tip toed to the door to double check if anyone is around. When satisfied, she quietly walked back to the other end of the room. Last week, she found out that her room was facing the outdoors, meaning it wasn't in the middle of the warehouse so she wouldn't have sneak around inside.
She tentatively moved her mattress away from the corner of the room. After that, she walked up to the corner and gently opened a lose piece of board. The board would revolve slightly, but not come off completely. For the past week, she was slowly inching the blasted board open. Since last night, she finally got it to open enough for her to squeeze out of. After cracking it open, she pulled her broken mirror out of her backpack and edged it outside to check for any 'guards'.
When the coast was clear, she placed her mirror back and squeezed through the hole. She grimaced when the rough wood scraped her battered legs but stayed quiet. After squeezing through, she quietly dashed into the forest and quickly climbed up one of the trees.
She realized that if she walked the grounds, she could possibly run into a bear trap (that she heard the boys brag about before). So, her safe bet was travel from tree to tree, from branch to branch. If memory serves her right, there was a river straight ahead (about a mile or so). It would be a tedious journey while traveling through the trees, but she would be patient. Being quiet and discreet is her ticket out of here; haste would only get her caught.
An hour had passed and Carrie was becoming painfully exhausted. She was fortunate that these trees were so close to each other. She reached her bruised leg out to another branch and pulled herself to the next tree. She was about to crawl to the next tree but stopped immediately when she heard voices.
"So," a gruff male voice started. "How long do you think Justin will keep that bitch-girl alive? I mean, hasn't he kept her for five years?"
"Yeah," a scrawnier voice whined. "But he is obsessed with her…. At least he shares. But, if I were him, I would get rid of her before she retaliates."
So, Carrie thought to herself. They haven't noticed that I left yet. Perfect! But her hopes shattered when she heard their radios go off.
"Boys! The girl escaped!" she heard through their radios.
"Fuck! We better get back! She couldn't have gotten far!" The bigger man exclaimed as they dashed back to the warehouse.
I've got farther than you think, assholesShe grinned when they ran the opposite direction of where she was going. When she was positive they were gone, she double checked around to be sure she was alone. After triple checking, she continued her journey through the trees.
Her ears perked as she heard water running. After going through one last tree, she faced a rapid river. The current swished wildly as they clashed to one another. She decided to go north of the river, she felt as if she had a better chance heading that way.
"Check the river!" echoed a voice.
She quickly shrunk back into the leafier part of the tree in order to conceal herself. She peeked through to the open spots and saw three men standing on the shore of the river. She carefully pulled out her backpack and pulled out a rock. After safely setting her backpack on a secured branch, she inched her way forward to obtain a clear shot. She stood up straight and waited till the men were looking away. When satisfied, she chucked the rock down the South side of the river. Fortunately, the rock went farther than she expected. She ducked back quietly and watched the men react to the splash.
"SHE MUST BE OVER THERE!" one of them declared as they dashed in the direction of the noise.
When they were gone, she grabbed her bag and carefully continued traveling from tree to tree down the river. When she reached the end, which was a waterfall, she almost panicked at what she saw.
Fields…. Open fields. Hopefully the grass was long enough to conceal her. But first, she would have to get out of the tree and climb down the waterfall. With a deep breath, she checked her surroundings, yet again, and proceeded toward her escape. She inched her way down the tree and paused at the base. She looked around again and made her way toward the waterfall. The rocks were slippery and wet; her feet started become freezing cold through her matted socks. When she was 6 feet from the bottom, she slipped. She gasped as her foot slid off the rock and grimaced when she hit her forehead on the same rock when passing it. After the sickening crack, she landed flat on her back with a soft groan. She couldn't move… her body ached all over and was in shock from the impact. Her vision was doubled as she felt crimson tears trickle out of her new wound.
She laid there for a moment, but quickly forced herself up when she heard their voices again. In attempts of ignoring the throbbing pain and skewed vision, she gripped her bag and quickly dashed into the long grass. When she was sure she was out of view, she ducked down and remained still. It was hard not shake out of fear and pain, so she crouched into the fetal position. She held her breath in attempt to stop her scraped knees from shaking. But when she heard their voices again, her entire body froze with tension.
"Where is that mother-fuckin' girl!" the same gruff man from before growled.
"Dude, Justin is going to kill us. I don't see her anywhere." The scrawny man whined.
"Well, if she was out here, we would've seen her by now. Let's go check the East side of the area." With that, they walked off.
Carrie's body trembled again. Between her stress, fears and physical pains, her body started to react. She crawled out of her fetal position and lay on her back to gaze at the sky. Her body was screaming for rest, but she couldn't stop running just yet. She needed to get further away. She noted that dawn was coming because the stars were disappearing. She could feel the mud seeping through her thin attire. Her hair clumped with dirt and cold sweat. She sat up with a grimace and turnover on her knees. She glanced around to see she was alone, and alas, she was. She peeked her head barely above the grass to get a view of what she was about to face.
She saw small mountains, mostly bare and empty. If she crept through the middle of them, she can remain low and hidden. She wasn't sure of what was beyond those mounds of land, but it was better than the warehouse… with those rapist-dogs.
With a deep breath, she started crawl through the grass toward the mountains.