(Y/N) waited anxiously for midnight.
No matter how traumatizing what Yukio did was, at the very least, she could look at the bright side. The other boys would hopefully leave her alone for the rest of the night, though the success of her plan still hinged on Shiro showing up. She prayed that he would still come, worried that her outburst may have scared him off or that the other boys would keep a closer eye on her room. When she thought about it, (Y/N) had no idea how her captors even kept watch over her. She knew there must be security cameras, but was only one of them watching them? Were several of them watching? Was one posted outside her door? Maybe these were all questions she should have found answers to before trying to escape, but the girl also knew she was not about to wait and see what would happen if she stayed.
The seconds ticked by, getting closer and closer to her awaited time.
Finally, after what felt like eons, it was midnight. The teen waited anxiously for Shiro to show. Another couple of minutes passed, and (Y/N) was about to collapse from stress. However, just as she was about to give up on the boy, the door to her room slowly opened, barely making a noise. He shut the door just as silently, and the girl noticed he didn't lock it. There he stood, looking almost as nervous as his captive. His emerald green eyes glanced towards her, then quickly to the ground. He seemed unsure of what to say.
(Y/N) felt a wave of relief wash over her, but she had to keep her guard up. Just because Shiro was kind and timid did not mean he was above caution.
"Thank you for meeting me; I was worried that you wouldn't show."
"Well, I-I did make a promise." Shiro shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, still making minimal eye contact with the girl.
(Y/N) wanted more information before acting on anything.
"Is anyone watching right now?" She questioned, sensing the tenseness in her voice, "I just... want to make sure they don't single you out since you're the only one I want to talk to." (Y/N) tried to find a solid justification for her suspicious question, hoping he would buy it.
Shiro's face seemed to light up, now walking towards the captive. "No, no... I made sure of that. I-I'm the one who's supposed to be watching your room right now. Everyone else is asleep. Actually, Yukio's been locked in his room... to learn his lesson." After her comment, the boy was elated to get some alone time with her, clearly growing more sure of himself.
(Y/N) fought against the urge to move away from the boy, giving him a forced smile. Something about his words sent a shiver up her spine. "That's... good." Not knowing what else to say.
The boy nodded happily in response, a small smile adorning his face. Shiro seemed to have his guard down, so (Y/N) decided now was the time to act.
"Shiro, I know you like to read. Would you like to read with me?" The teen asked innocently, trying to play it off best that she could.
Seemingly unable to express his emotions verbally, Shiro nodded quickly. The ravenette's eyes were full of excitement and joy, almost making the girl feel bad for what she was about to do. Almost.
"Could you go and pick one out for me? I trust your opinion." She smiled sweetly at the boy, seeing how easy it was to make him follow along with her plan.
Shiro got off the bed and reached the bookshelf, his back turned to his captive. (Y/N) followed silently, hoping he wouldn't notice. The girl sneakily slid a lamp she had previously unplugged off one of her nightstands. The soft carpet allowed her to noiselessly approach him, bringing the lamp above her head. Shiro was too elated to realize what was happening.
"(Y/N), I think I found the perfect book."
Just before the boy could turn around, (Y/N) brought the lamp down across the side of his head, knocking him out. His body quickly sprawled across the floor, looking lifeless. The girl was worried that she may have done too much damage, but she knew it was now or never. He could wake up any moment and inform everyone else what was happening. She set the lamp down, careful not to make a noise, and headed for the door. Thank God Shiro hadn't locked it.
(Y/N) opened the door as silently as she could and quickly peeked her head out, trying to decide where to go. She had only been in the house once before, but she just had to take the risk of not knowing the layout. To the right was a hallway with a few more doors and the front staircase leading to the house's foyer, and to the left was a continuation of the hallway, but at its end was another staircase. Knowing that the ladder in the backyard was the only way she would make it over the stone walls surrounding the home, there was no chance she would try the front door. She decided to take her chances, bolting out of the room and to the left, assuming that her footsteps could be heard but not wanting to go too slow and get caught. (Y/N) flew down the stairs, her heart feeling like it would erupt, a deep pit growing in her stomach.
The girl reached the end of the stairs, relieved to see the double doors she had found last time. She ran over, speedily unlocking the door, her hands shaking from the stress. Just as (Y/N) got outside, not bothering to close the door, she thought she heard a door from upstairs open. It was definitely now or never. Running faster than ever, she sped across the garden, leaping over shrubs and other varieties of flora. She was just barely able to make out the ladder in the dim outdoor lighting. The teen clawed her way up the rungs, grateful that it was tall enough to get her up the wall. Just as she reached the top, she quickly looked back, praying that no one was close behind. She thought she saw a couple of the lights upstairs turn on, but it looked as though no one had made it to the backyard yet. Not wanting to risk it, (Y/N) kicked the ladder from the wall and hopped down. She restarted her run, this time making her way through a heavily wooded area.
She was completely disoriented. This wasn't too surprising, considering that (Y/N) was unfamiliar with the area, and it was extremely difficult to make out anything with only the moonlight guiding her. Even still, she pushed on, deciding that going straight until she reached a road was her best bet. While she ran through the woods, trying the best she could to avoid running into anything, the girl thought of where exactly she should go. She had considered going to Keshi's house, but she wasn't even completely sure where that was, not to mention that it would undoubtedly put him in danger. As much as (Y/N) wanted to see him, it would have to wait until she could ensure his and her safety. That being said, she knew exactly where she had to go; the police station. Her parents had always told her to go to a police station if anyone would ever follow her, and this had to apply.
Just a couple of moments later, (Y/N) could make out what looked like the end of the woods. As she drew nearer, it seemed to lead into a backyard. The girl became even more motivated, now beginning a sprint. She made her way out of the forest, continuing through the backyard. (Y/N) hoped the owners couldn't see her, knowing she probably looked like a lunatic running through someone's property in the middle of the night. She finally reached a suburban street lined with houses that were practically indistinguishable from each other. The area didn't seem familiar to her, but she was sure she could figure it out. One end of the street ended in a culdesac while the other jutted off in different directions. Hoping that the boys were far away, she ran towards the beginning of the street, where the street names were. The culdesac name didn't ring any bells, but the road it connected to sure did. (Y/N) remembered one of her friends from middle school that lived in this neighborhood. Not taking the time to reminisce, (Y/N) took off again, now more sure of her sense of direction.
The girl sped down each street, useful pieces of her memory to create a mental map. Soon enough, she reached the entrance of the neighborhood, overcome with relief. But she wasn't done yet. She still had to figure out where precisely the police station was. This would be so much easier if she just had her phone!
Just as (Y/N) began wracking her brain for ideas of what to do next, she saw a pair of headlights nearing the neighborhood, the turn signal indicating they were about to enter. Not having many other options and doing what she thought any sensible person would do in her shoes, (Y/N) ran in front of the car. The vehicle came to an abrupt stop, a loud honk following. The girl ran to the driver's side of the car, praying to God that whoever was driving would roll down their window. After a second or two, the driver did exactly that. It was a young woman looking to be in her mid-twenties. She had a frightened expression on her face, and (Y/N) couldn't exactly blame her.
"Look, I know this is probably sketchy as hell, but I need you to drive me to the police station." (Y/N) panted out, exhausted from all of the running and the stress of her situation.
"E-Excuse me?" The woman seemed shocked, seeming about ready to drive away.
"Please, I'm begging you. I need to get to a police station. I'll pay you. I'll do whatever you want, but I have no other choice right now other than to ask for your help."
Perhaps hearing the girl's desperation or seeing the sincerity in her eyes, the woman gave an unsure nod and unlocked her car door.
(Y/N) ran around to the passenger's side, quickly hopping in the car.
"Y-You said the police station, right?" The woman still looked petrified.
"Yes, the police station."
The woman nodded again, hesitantly turning her car back around to the main road, allowing (Y/N) to breathe out a sigh of relief.
"You have no idea how grateful I am."