Page 67 of If You Go
“Fuck.” He shakes his head and looks down at me before pulling out and stuffing his dick back in his pants, zipping himself back in. The man looks down my entire body now and licks his lips. The second Gavin is off the bed, I shut my legs and grab the blanket on the bed to cover me. The man looks away and faces Gavin.
“What would you like us to do, sir?”
“Guard the girls’ rooms. I will go talk with everyone else. Stay in the hallway and do not move. Do you understand me?” Gavin turns to look at me. “We will be together again once I sort out this little problem.” Then they turn and walk away, leaving me in the dark room alone.
I jump up and begin redressing. I notice that my panties are gone; he must have taken them, fucking sicko. I stride into the bathroom allowing myself a moment of privacy. The disgust, the shame, the repulsion, the sadness, the anger. It all glides over me. But I hold onto the anger, not letting it get past me. I take the washcloth from the hanger next to the sink and wet it with the faucet, then wipe between my legs. The more I can get rid of the feeling of him inside me, the more I can focus.
Once clean, I slide all of my clothes on one by one. Fortunately, the gun was still in my shirt so I slide that into the waistband of my pants and walk over to the door. I push it sideways, and it slides right open. This is going to be easier than I thought. I see that the creepy dude, let’s call him Fuck Face number five, is not where Gavin told him to stay. Tisk tisk.
I walk along the wall until I am in front of the other girl’s room. I look into the room and see she is on the bed, and I have found Fuck Face number five. He is on top of her. I slowly push open the door which thankfully doesn’t require a code due to the power outage; thankfully he is facing away from me. I grab my knife from my shoe and sneak up behind him. I catch her eye it hits me all of the sudden. I know her. It’s Natasha. I show herthe knife, tapping my lips with my finger to indicate to her to be quiet. She just looks away and doesn’t say anything as the guard continues to thrust into her.
I am right behind him and refuse to second-guess myself. I take the knife and stab it right into the side of his neck, and blood instantly starts pouring from him. His body stops thrusting, falling to the side of the bed as he struggles to hold his neck. Natasha is pulled with him, but I catch her before she is drug under his fat, ugly body.
His attempts to cover his neck wound are no use though. I got him right in the carotid artery. That’s where Papa always told me to stab someone. You’ll bleed out too fast to get help or do anything about it.
As he lies there I step closer to the bed, helping her shift back onto it.
“Natasha?”
She looks at me with a surprised expression.
“You’re Natasha, right? I am so sorry for what has happened to you. I am Surry. Gavin is my ex-husband. I’m going to get you out of here, okay? Brenden Slater has told me all about you, and I know Corver has been searching for you since we, well, since we saw the video…”
She closes her eyes and nods but doesn’t move. She is wearing a dress and nothing else. I see shoes in the corner, so I grab those and bring them over. She hasn’t said anything, so I begin to put the shoes onto her feet myself. I know she is in shock. I know exactly how she feels. But I won’t let her stay here. She needs out of here just as bad, if not worse, than I do.
BANG.
A gunshot goes off somewhere else in the warehouse.
“Natasha, you don’t need to face him, but I can’t let you stay here in a room that will lock again if the power comes back on. I need you to get up and walk, okay?” I grab her hand and beginto pull her up very slowly. The longer I pull, the more she comes out of the stupor she is in. By the time I have pulled her to a standing position, she has a fire in her eyes. Good. I need her to be angry. I hold the knife out to her, and she takes it. I reach down to Fuck Face number five’s body and grab both the guns and the knife he has. I hand one of the guns to Natasha, stashing the knife in my own pocket.
“Are you ready?” I ask her, looking her in the face, trying to read her expression.
Without looking at me, she nods. “I have never been more ready for anything,” she says in her thick Russian accent. “He needs to die.”
I nod. “I couldn’t agree more,” I reply, an ugly grimace on my face. “We need to try and save my friend before we get out, though. Can you help me?” I have people on the way right now to help us. The Slater’s in fact.”
Her eyes shine slightly in the emergency light, and I know she is desperate to see someone she knows. Someone to save her. “Okay, what’s the plan then?”
“Well, I don’t really have one. I just got here, and it all happened so fast. But we each have a gun and a knife. I am hoping that’ll be enough.” I shrug, because I don’t really know what else to do.
She looks at me like I might be a little off my rocker, but nods anyway. We don’t really have another choice. We sneak out of the room and begin to walk along the walls as quietly as possible. When we reach the end of the short hallway that leads to the larger main room we both look around the corner into the room. There is so much going on. I am not sure how we didn’t hear it before. The rooms must be soundproof. That’s when I see him. Brenden. He and Gavin are locked together in some weird fight hug. I nearly sob when I see him. But it isn’t them who notices usfirst. One of the fucks who collected me at the port sees me and Natasha and starts running toward us.
“GET BACK IN YOUR ROOMS!”
He starts yelling at us. I look at Natasha, ready to fight my way out of this, seeing if she is as well. She nods, and we both pull our guns out and pull the trigger. We each fire two shots, and he is down on the floor, two holes in his head for sure, and at least one body wound. Now that is out of the way, but we drew attention to ourselves. A few more of the Fuck Faces start running toward us, most likely with the order not to hurt us, as none of them raise a gun to us. We, however, do. We take all of the ones that run toward us out, taking turns firing one bullet at each man, right in the face each time.
Finally, it seems that anyone who has noticed us—is dead. How they all didn’t hear that, I’ll never know. We stand there, not moving. Taking in what is happening. That is, until I see Bridget. She is sitting in the chair still, her head slumped forward. There is blood dripping from her face, and she isn’t moving. Then I see the blood on the wall behind her. She’s dead. I am frozen and can’t move. She is dead.
The woman who cared for me all my life. Who loved me as if I were her own. She is gone, and I will never get to see her again. Everything I did was for nothing. Coming here. Killing people. Gavin assaulting me once again, and I can’t do this. It was all for nothing. I fall to my knees, unable to remove my eyes from her slumped form. Natasha notices and bends over to look at me, seeing where my eyes are looking.
“She would not want you to die with her,” she tells me. She’s right. But I’m not ready to hear it. I nod, but make no other move to get up.
“Come, we must help. We must get out of here.” Natasha slowly raises her pistol and begins to walk forward into the shadows further, staying against the wall. I breathe deeply,begging to count to five, remembering the only therapy lesson that ever stuck with me.
1…Feel the emotion.
2…She is gone.
