Chapter Nine - I would know that voice anywhere...
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Scarlett
The room door opened with a bang, and my eyes shot open. I must have dozed off again. I am absolutely shattered just sitting here tied up what I would do for a coffee right now to sort me out.
“Hello, again, Scarlett,” PJ said, smiling at me.
“How long have I been here for PJ?”
“Three days, Scar,” PJ replied.
“Feels like I have been here tied to this chair for weeks,” I said with a hint of sadness in my voice.
“Well, the sooner you talk, the sooner you will be out of this chair and free to go,” PJ said, raising his brows.
“We have been through this a million times already. I am not telling anyone anything.” I shook my head whilst looking him straight in the eye.
“Look, Scarlett, this can’t go on for much longer. You are going to end up really ill.” PJ said as he opened me a fresh bottle of water and held it up towards my lips.
I took a small sip, imagining it was coffee instead.
“And if I do get ill, you are to blame, remember that,” I snapped.
“No, the one to blame for all of this is Caleb, no one else,” he snapped back, “And if he were a real man, he would have been here already trying to protect you, but he isn’t,”
“Caleb is more of a man than all of you put together,” I said, “It is only cowards that do the things you are all doing to a woman who can’t fight back,”
“I am going to forgive you for saying all of that because I know you are tired, Scarlett,” PJ said.
I mean every damn f*****g word of it! But it is probably best I don’t repeat it. I can’t believe he thinks he has the right to forgive me, I’m the one that should have the option to forgive someone, and I most definitely will never forgive him.
“Forgive me. Do you forgive me? You don’t know the meaning of forgiveness.” I snickered at him.
“Come on, Scar, that's not fair.” He said.
I am done with all this crap now. I don’t even care what happens to me anymore.
“I need the toilet.” I groaned at him.
“Fine, I will be back later to see how you are before they start sending in the big guys again,” PJ said as he stood up and made his way to the door.
I heard him talking to a man outside the door before he shouted for Charlene again. I don’t even really need the toilet, but I was so fed up sitting listening to PJ telling me what I need to do. I need Jacob to come back in and tell me how Caleb is doing and for him to bring me something good to eat and drink, hopefully, boost my energy levels.
Charlene appeared only a few minutes later, bucket in hand.
“I don’t actually need it. I was fed up listening to PJ and his bullshit!” I said, honestly.
“That is OK. How are you doing? I know that is a stupid question, but are you still hanging in there?” she asked.
“The best I can,” I sighed, “If I weren’t tied up, I would be able to take every last one of them down,”
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she smiles.
“Don’t suppose you fancy helping a girl out?” I smiled at her knowing I was chancing my luck.
“I don’t know that I can. I am married to one of the top gang members,” Charlene said with sadness in her voice.
“Don’t ask. You don’t get.” I giggled.
Charlene looked at me and even giggled along with me. No harm in asking for help as someone might feel sorry for me and untie me.
“That is very true, Scarlett.” She smiled.
Charlene cleaned up the rubbish lying around the room and tossed it into the bucket she brought in. She never usually does that, but she seems to be hanging about slightly longer than usual. After picking up the junk, she sat the bucket by the door and came back over to me.
“I will loosen you slightly, but I can’t untie you. You will need to figure your own way out of the ropes.” Charlene said as she sat down beside me.
“Thank you, as long as it doesn’t get you in trouble,” I whisper.
“No one will know it is me, and no one would touch me anyway because of my husband,” she whispered back.
“I won’t tell, I promise,”
Charlene comes behind me, loosening the ropes off, and it felt better.
“I hope you get out,” she smiles.
I thank her once again, and she leaves. I can work with this, but it will take time. I don’t care if I hurt myself doing it. I would instead do that than stay here. I wriggled my wrists and hands for a few minutes trying to get free, but I struggled not to make noise whilst doing it as the stupid chair was noisey.
I stopped for a few minutes, and that's when I heard footsteps getting closer to the door. s**t, I need to get freed from these damn ropes, so I started to wriggle more. The door opened slowly, and I didn’t turn to face the door as I didn’t want to see who it was.
“Hey, Scarlett.” Jacob’s voice said softly.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“I brought you some chocolate and orange juice to help your energy levels.” He said.
“It’s like you can read my mind. I was thinking about how I could do with a little boost.” I grinned up at him.
He sat down next to me and opened the chocolate for me to take a big bite. I haven’t had chocolate in what feels like forever. It tasted so good.
“Have you spoken to him?” I question.
“No, not since the last time,” he said.
I sigh, disappointed.
“Scarlett, he will be fine,” He said, “You need to worry about yourself, and you need a plan to get out of here, sooner rather than later because they are not f*****g around,”
“I know, I am working on it,” I said, taking another bite of the chocolate, “What are the chances of me getting a coffee,” I added, laughing.
If I don't continue to laugh, I will cry and break. I am not willing to do that.
“I’m sure I can work my magic and get you a coffee,” He chuckled. “In the meantime, please drink some orange juice.” He opened the bottle and brought it to my lips.
Like the chocolate, the orange juice tasted terrific. I don’t think I will ever take them for granted when I get out of this place.
“Thanks again,” I smiled.
“You are gonna be OK, Scarlett,” he stated.
I went to respond, but before I could.
“WHERE THE f**k IS SHE?!”
I would know that voice anywhere.
Caleb!
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