Page 21 of Bound by Wreckage
I walk slowly back to Buck’s room because that’s where I’m supposed to be. Going in, I put on a pair of tennis shoes and grab the little metal box, toss the phone inside, clutching it to my chest. It’s the only piece of my mother I have left, and I’m not leaving it here with him. He’s had enoughof me, he doesn’t get this too.
My heart thumps erratically, and I have to remember to breathe because my body has forgotten. The adrenaline begins pumping and though my body hurts, I feed off of that rush. There is only one chance for me. It’s either I get out now or Buck finds out, and I’ll be close to dead.
A loud commotion comes from the hallway, and I take my shot. Going theopposite way down the hallway, I turn the corner to the door I used to meet Nox the first time. That time the music was so loud no one could hear the buzzing when it opened or closed.
As fast as possible, I charge through the door helping it shut to stop the noise. Someone heard that. There’s no doubt in my mind. It’ll be a matter of time before they make it down here.
Running proveshard, but I force it. I’m so close, and I hear a motorcycle just over the gate. Shit. Just a little more.
Cutting through the yard, there is a small hole through the exterior gate wall where an exit vent used to be. It’s small and I’m not sure I’ll get through it, but I’ll damn well try. I push the metal box through and hear it clank on the ground.
“Hey!”
I hear as one ofthe guys opens the back door I just exited. Fuck. Arms first, head then torso, I wiggle and push half my body outside, half inside. My hips are too wide and won’t fit through the gap. Twisting doesn’t help, I’m stuck.
Dread fills me as I see Nox pull up. Hands grip my ankles and start pulling me back inside as terror like no other rips through me. Nox jumps off of his bike, grabs my hands,and pulls me hard, my hips scraping against the concrete blocks as he pulls me through the small opening.
I cry out in pain, but I’m so grateful to be on the other side of the wall.
“Hurry!” he calls out, clasping my hand as I grip the metal box with the other. He hops on his bike and I try to get my leg over, the pain becoming too much, but I manage. My tears rush down like a waterfalland then I hear the gate creak open.
“They’re coming out.”
He fires up the bike as shots begin firing. Nox pulls out a gun and fires back as I grip around him, the metal box between us. A gunshot hits the metal of the bike, and I scream feeling Nox’s body tense. He says something, but I can’t hear him.
He takes a corner hard, and the gunfire ceases.
Looking behind us,no one is there.
I breathe out deep.
Did I really do it?
Did I manage to get out?
I did it.
I got out. Got away from Buck. I’m so floored that it worked.
Now what?
