Page 32 of Petals of Blue: Part Two
Of course,of fucking course, shortly after I decide to escape and actually enact it, it's thwarted.
"Kittyyyyy! I'm hoooooome!"
No, no, no, no!
The flare of pain in my finger is a distant feeling as a nail rips off.I think—I haven't necessarily been lucid.Keep pulling.Just keep swimming!
Thud. Thud. Thud.Clarence is here, just outside the wooden door. Is he only here to taunt me, or is he going to take a step further today and come in while I'm awake?How would he know if I'm awake, though?
Thud!"Kitty!"
My neck tweaks as I whip around to face the door asit rattles. I cringe as I look back down at the hole in the floorboards. I've managed to get a few big shards off, opening the hole up about a foot and a half wide.Can I fit through this? Should I start digging in the dirt underneath?An escape tunnel is my goal, but it's not going to happen with a snap of my nail-less fingers.
The universe opens up in a cascade of tears that pound on the rickety roof above me. I can almost picture Fate cackling at me as she drips liquid in a fit of giggles.Bitch. At least rain would make the ground squishy.
Clarence curses outside and starts muttering. I only catch a few words that make my lungs hurt with the speed of my breaths.
"Rain...Drenched...Inside...Key...Cunt..."
I hear a slight jingling through the downpour roaring outside.He's coming in?!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."Oh my god. What do I do?What would the guys do in my position?
I almost laugh when I think about what Jared and Declan would do. The insults and shaky confidence would be great right until they try to fight their way out of here. I've seen Declan get socked in the face, and it's not pretty.
I bet Roman could talk himself out of this situation, but unfortunately, my communication skills are a bad mix between Jared and Felix. There's no way I can stay calm and serious enough to wield pretty words.
Felix, on the other hand…he's a cocky pain in my ass, but he's usually right.I will deny I ever thought that if asked.
What would you do, Felix?I think to myself as myeyes dart around the depressing shed.Show me your fucking loyalty, Felix. What would you do?
BANG!
Terror shoots through every morsel of my body, flinging me forward. Unintentionally, my weak frame covers the work I did, but the reaction to hide my head beneath my arms leaves me at a disadvantage.
Why didn't I fight to survive sooner?I could excuse my behavior by listing my injuries and incredibly fucked up thought processes, but I don't. It's because of me and only me that I am stuck in this position. The escape plan could have been completed by now had I just fucking tried sooner.
Wet slaps of shoes on the creaky floorboards make me tense. "You awake, kitty?"
That nickname makes bile burn my esophagus. Sick bastard. What do I do? Play along like I'm asleep? But what if he tries to take advantage of me and jumps on me before I can move?
Tick, tock.
Felix, what would you do?
His voice comes to me in a sure, steady way that eases some of my anxiety.Turn your head and get eyes on him. Don't worry about giving yourself away. Make sure to check for weapons and his distance from you.
My neck protests as I do as Felix would do, but I promise to get a fabulous massage if I get out of here.When, Felix's voice scolds in my mind.
I roll my eyes and look around with my head just slightly above the floor. And there he fucking is. "S-see you still rock a beer belly."
Shit! Oops!
Good one!Jared and Declan chime in on my delirious thoughts.
I see Felix's face go red in my imagination just as Roman would pale. That comment just slipped out, and unfortunately, I think I'm about to pay for it.
"You little fucking cunt!" Clarence snaps, his yellow teeth grossing me out the closer he stomps toward me.
