Taken

Chapter 20: Escape Attempt

Omar is a faggot lolol kk next...

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Nicole POV

I looked in the mirror and looked at myself. I looked horrible. I couldn't believe what Omar had done. It was scary. I took a quick shower and looked much better. I brushed through my hair and it didn't look that bad. It just needed to dry.

I looked through the bathroom drawers. I saw condoms and got scared. I slammed the drawer shut and found a hairdryer. YES! I brushed through my hair and dried it. Much better. I opened the bathroom door and knew I was by myself. Idiots.

I went to the door and tried opening it, but it was locked! Maybe they're not idiots. I looked to the other side if the room and saw a window. Nevermind, they are complete dumbasses.

I went to the window and pulled it open. I had the biggest smile on my face! It was a 2-story jump. The worst that can happen is that I break something and I can see houses kinda far from here so we can call the police, get Trey, his crew, Lance, and Omar arrested, and go home. This may have a happy ending after all!

I jumped and landed on my leg.

"FUCKEN SHIT" I yelled. I knew I fucked up my ankle. Damn. Maybe it's just a sprain. I grabbed onto the fence and pulled myself up. I looked around and walked to the front yard. I knew I had to hurry. Who knows how long they've been gone.

I walked on my ankle even though it hurt a alot. I need to get Jake and get out of here. I tripped on a rock and had nothing to help me get up. I crawled to the steps of the front porch. I grabbed the railing and pulled myself up. I climbed the steps and opened the door. It was unlocked.

It must be my lucky day. Except for what Omar did and Lance is planning to do tomorrow.

Now I need to find the door to the basement. I walked around the kitchen a little bit. I opened up the pantry and grabbed a water bottle. I drank half, left it on the counter, and kept searching for the basement door.

In the living room, there was a door under the stairs. This has to be it . 

I opened the door and came to some stairs that led to a door with not a handle, but a string. I sat down and carefully slid down the stairs. I moved back and pulled the string. The door opened!

Jake and Trey were both in their chairs, fast asleep. Now there is nothing for me to use to get up. I crawled to Jake, went behind him and started untying his wrists. He jerked awake. I got scared and pushed myself back with my good foot. His chair fell forward and he landed on his face.

"Jake! Are you okay?" I asked.

"Just great." He groaned. I untied his wrists and he flipped himself around. He untied his left ankle and i untied the right one. Trey woke up.

"Why are you crawling?" Jake asked.

"I kinda jumped from the second floor and messed up my ankle. I think it's just sprained."

"Untie me!" Trey yelled.

"No." I simply said. Jake got up and picked me up.

"So I gotta carry you?" He asked.

"You don't have to. I can walk. I'm just kinda slow."

"I'll carry you. We needa get out of here."

Trey started yelling as we got to the door. Jake closed the doors and put me down on the couch real quick. He kissed my cheek and looked around. He found a backpack and put some water bottles and fruit inside it.

"Let's go." He smiled at me, "Oh wait.'

He looked through the kitchen drawers and found some gauze. He started wrapping it around my ankle.

"That's not gonna help. That's for blood." I said.

"I'm not a doctor! Don't judge me." He laughed.

"Thank you," I said when he finished wrapping it.

 He put the backpack on, picked me up, and carried me to the front door. He opened it and saw a car coming down the street. That has to be Omar and Lance. Oh no.

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Oh shitttt...... r they guna get away ? O.o I really do hope so x) Next chapter soon ! <3