Longing to Break Free
Chapter 6
The hunger pangs in his stomach had only gotten worse. He had had been given no food or water at all down here. He groaned. He needed something to eat. He needed water. However he couldn't seem to get any of that and he couldn't do a thing about it.
One thing he absolutely hated while he was tied to the chair was feeling so defenseless. He couldn't do a thing to defend himself. The man had only been down here a few times since the first night here but every time he came down here it felt like he got constantly beaten. Several bruises were forming on his body from being hit so many times over the last few days. His whole body ached in pain. The man had cut him a few times with a small knife. And he hated that he couldn't stop him from doing so.
He hated being here. More than anything he just wanted to go home. He wondered how everyone back home was doing. He knew they were probably all worried about him like crazy. His parents had to be frantic. His friends were all probably concerned. And he couldn't imagine how Gabriella must be feeling right now. He hated making everyone have to worry about him like this. He just wished he could be home with them.
Suddenly, the door swung open and Troy immediately glanced up. He was surprised to see that the man was carrying a water bottle. He eyed the water bottle longingly. Water sounded heavenly to him, but he wasn't sure how much he wanted to take water from this man. Who knows what he could have done with it.
The man was soon next to him, he now pulled out another object, which was a gun. He held the water bottle up but pointed the gun at Troy, "I decided I need to keep you alive for awhile yet so I decided I better give you some water. You probably really want some don't you?"
Troy nodded, feeling extremely thirsty. He desperately wanted water.
"Just remember," he spoke coldly to Troy, "I'm the one with the gun. Don't do anything stupid or else." He held the water bottle to his side as he took Troy's gag off. Troy took a deep breath as it was the first time in a couple of days since he had taken off the gag.
The man held the water bottle up to Troy's mouth and he sucked on it very thirstily. He quickly drank the entire bottle.
"Well," the man snickered, "Aren't you going to thank me for giving you water?"
Troy stared at him in disbelief, "Thank you? Are you kidding me? After all that you have done to me you want me to thank you? I could never thank you. I freaking hate you-"
"Shut up!" the man angrily went, interrupting Troy. He suddenly pointed the gun directly against Troy's stomach. Troy froze in fear.
"I told you not to do anything, or else," the man kept the gun against Troy, "You will be sorry if you do, you got that?"
Troy swallowed hard and nodded.
The man smiled as he pulled the gun away. Troy was still frozen in fear.
"Now," the man looked at Troy, "I need to leave again but when I get back we will have so much fun," He suddenly grabbed the gag and put it back on Troy. Troy watched as the man walked back up the stairs and opened the door. He slammed the door and locked it.
Fun? Troy wondered what he meant by that. All he knew was he knew he was pretty certain he wasn't going to like it at all. He looked around frantically, desperate to get out of here. But there was just no way out. He sighed in absolute frustration.
He then did about the only thing he could do, and that was pray.
Jack closed the door behind him; he had just gotten back from a very long run outside.
He had desperately needed to get out of the house for awhile and desperately needed to try to figure out what could have happened to his son.
It drove him mad thinking his son had been missing for almost three days now and they still hadn't been able to find him. Where in the hell was he? He badly wanted to know what had happened to his son and it broke his heart not knowing.
"Jack!" he heard a sudden cry from living room. He ran inside and found his wife who looked like she had been crying and shaking.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he raced up to her, "Is it Troy? Did something happen?" he pulled her close to him and hugged her rather tightly.
"That's just it," Laura was sobbing, "I don't know what has happened to our baby! Yet I feel like something really bad has happened. I just feel like he's in so much trouble, Jack! I feel like he's really hurt somewhere. And I can't stand not knowing where he is! Where is he at? Where is our boy, Jack?"
Jack closed his eyes, as he held onto his wife, "I don't know Laura, I just don't know. But I really wish I did."
"This is my worst nightmare. Not knowing what has happened to our boy, Jack!" Laura was crying hysterically now as she held onto him.
"Hey, hey, hey," Jack whispered, "Our son is going to be okay. We will find him. I swear it," He couldn't help but feel the exact same way. This was his worst nightmare as well. He just wished that they could find his son and end this nightmare.
Yet they have were just having no luck at finding his son at all.
And he absolutely hated it.
Finally!
Troy had never felt so relieved as he had finally managed to start untying the ropes that were tied around his wrists. By some miracle he had finally loosened the ropes somewhat. He felt as if he had been desperately trying to do so for days. Suddenly his hands were free. He then started to work on the rest of the ropes that secured him to the chair. He quickly took the gag off. Before he knew it he only had to undo the ropes securing his legs to the chair. He anxiously started to untie those.
And suddenly, he was no longer tied to the chair. Oh, thank God! He leaped off of the chair, but gasped as he stood up. He couldn't believe how dizzy and shaky he felt. He held onto the chair to steady himself. He took a few deep breaths. He gave himself a minute before doing anything else.
He wearily looked up at the top of the stairs. The door at the top seemed so far away, considering he felt so incredibly weak all of a sudden. But he knew he had to make it up there and break free from here.
He slowly pulled away from the chair. He needed to get out of here. He still felt dizzy but did his best to try and control himself. He ignored the pain he felt. He then started to make his way towards the steps. He couldn't help but feel nervous. He was so afraid of getting caught. But he soon slowly started working his way up the steps with nothing but determination to get out of this basement.
He had to get out. He just had to.
He just had to escape from this horrible place and get back to his Gabriella.