Chapter 17

We're Screwed

Macey's POV

I woke up to a throbbing headache.

I was tied to a cool metal chair with ropes that were steadily cutting off the circulation in my hands and my feet. Duct tape was secured over my mouth and I could barely mumble.

The room was completely avoid of people, furniture and colour.

I didn't have any idea of how long I have been out nor of how I was going to escape. I struggled with the ropes binding me but they were too tight to move even an inch.

Suddenly there was a scraping of a lock and I noticed for the first time the door beside me.

I waited a moment as the scraping of many locks continued. I vaguely thought of how well they had me locked in. That wouldn't be easy to get around.

2 big, strong looking men walked in and stood either side of the door, flashing the handguns tucked in their belts.

The man who took Cammie entered slowly behind them. His piercing blue eyes showed nothing but hatred as he glared at me.

I shrunk back slightly as he stepped towards me.

"Well, well, well. Another Gallagher is in my clutches, you would think they would protect you more after what happened to the last on." He mused. "Miss Macey McHenry, how are you today?"

He ripped the duct tape off my mouth, I kept my wince of pain hidden.

"I'd be much better if I wasn't tied to a chair in a room with you." I snapped.

"That is not a way to speak to your superiors, Miss McHenry. Didn't they teach you manners at that school of yours?" He sneered.

"You call yourself my superior? You must be joking?" I laughed. "That is the funniest thing I have heard all day."

Suddenly there was a searing pain in my right cheek and he was drawing back his hand to have another go but the radio on his belt buzzed and he glanced at it before storming out of the room. His two henchmen followed after him.

Once again I was alone.

I mentally sighed with relief, realising I was safe for the moment… relatively speaking.

Bex's POV

I struggled with the ropes binding me to a cool metal chair. I had been working on them for a while now, since I woke up a couple of hours ago.

I don't entirely know how but I managed to break them.

I pulled my wrists free then began working on the knots around my ankles, within a couple of minutes I was free.

I stood up and surveyed my surroundings.

A vent was in the corner of the room… perfect.

I listened intently to make sure no one was coming but I gave it up as pointless, the walls were to thick, solid concrete from what I can tell.

I pulled the chair underneath the grate at the opening. I stood on the chair and using my bobby pin, I loosened the bolts before slowly pulling the grate open. In my haste to get away I stepped to close to the edge of the chair and it toppled put from underneath me. The grate landed on my chest. I winced at the thought of the many bruises I would have in the morning.

I picked myself off the ground and climbed back onto the chair. I was about to pull myself into the vent before the door burst open. I guess I was making more noise than I thought.

I giant man grabbed me around the waist and threw me to the ground.

I groaned, clutching my ribs tightly. I'm pretty sure one of them is broken.

I was grabbed under the arms and I was pushed into the chair again. A gun was placed to my temple and a voice hissed into my ear, warning me not to try that again or he would blow my brains out.

My arms were pulled behind me and once again tied to the chair. The knots were extra tight because I called already tell I was loosing sensation in my finger tips. The man shuffled around to my feet and also tied them to the chair.

Once that was complete he stood back and the leader took his place.

"This is what you get for trying to run away from me," he whispered. He pulled his arm back and hit me right in the ribs.

I let out a slight scream of pain. Looking up I saw his smirk grow wider.

He continued to hit me over and over again.

All I could think was…

We're screwed.