Intimate Stranger (Editing)

Chapter 9: Katie

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Part Nine

Friday, February 12, 2010

I ran into the bathroom, which was right beside the basement. I closed the bathroom door part way, and peered through a crack to see Scarface turning the corner and heading up the staircase.

Only then did I realize that I had left the girls upstairs alone. I hoped they were getting themselves out of this hell.

Once I could no longer hear Scarface on the stairs, I came out of the bathroom and reached for the doorknob to the basement. Surprised by the man's idiocy, I marveled at the fact that he had left the basement door unlocked.

Fearful of what I might see, I tiptoed down the basement stairs, with a few creaks here and there.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, and flicked the light switch on, examining the room, trying not to pass out from fear.

I gasped when I saw Trace bound to a chair with his mouth taped.

When he saw me he wiggled in his chair, making muffled, desperate sounds. All I could make out was, "Mferfhiufgrrr!"

"Trace!" I exclaimed, happy that he was okay. I was afraid that Scarface would kill him without remorse. I had no idea what he was capable of.

I ran over to him, and he cried out when I frantically ripped the tape off his mouth, "Sorry!" I exclaimed.

In that moment, I was so overwhelmed with relief that I leaned forward and gave him a tight hug.

"Hi," he said, his mouth curving into a small, simple smile. Even in a situation like this one.

I stopped hugging him, putting my hand on his cheek, and stared into his eyes. "Hello." I was unable to contain my giant grin.

I then kissed him, stunning both of us. It was sweet, but brief, and probably the most memorable first kiss ever.

Even if the guy was constrained to a chair.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

My ironic laugh was slightly maniacal. "You're asking me if I'm okay?" I said, looking down at him, trying to emphasize on the fact that he was tied to a chair and I was in fact, not.

"Yup," he grinned stupidly.

I took a deep breath, trying to relax. But I had a feeling that I wouldn't be calm for a long time. "I'm fine Trace. Are you okay?"

He smiled. "I am now."

I smiled back, then said, "Alright, lets get you out of here." I then began to unbind him. As I worked, I asked, "Where's Lilah? We have to get over to your house."

"She's not there," he said. "Just before I came over here she left for that party."

"Well, where are your parents then?"

"They're in Hawaii, remember?" He informed me.

My stomach fell. "Crap," I said. "I don't know how we're supposed to get out of here."

"Where's your cell?" He asked.

"It's broken...?" I guess he'd forgotten.

That's when I heard Scar face. "KATELYN, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! YOU BETTER NOT BE WITH THAT LITTLE SHIT!"