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I stared in disbelief with trimmings of horror on the sides.
“Ivy? What’s going on?”
“I said FREEZE brat!”
I frowned.
“Put your hands up!”
A click was heard and I observed a gun in the man’s gloved hands. Slowly, I raised my hands, trying not to show my fear. I had a nagging feeling this was a hoax but it sure didn’t look like one.
Ivy was observing her perfect finger nails, while she instructed the man to grab me and take me away from ‘my sight!’
He approached me and roughly grabbed my shoulders. Swiftly tying my hands together tightly, her blindfolded me with a foul smelling black piece of cloth then dug his gun into my back, pushing me along. We didn’t exit out of the door; instead I heard a click, a steamy sort of sound and a soft bang. He pushed me up a step, then my eyes sensed darkness.
“Where are you taking me?!” I yelled, and then wanted to regretfully bite my tongue off.
There was no answer but instead, an identical cloth was strung around my mouth. I could have used my screams for the better once I was sure I was able to escape. Rebuking myself silently, I was pushed along down the murky passageway, fumbling along.
“Now we’re safe!” A familiar voice called. I gasped as my ropes untied.
“Wes!” I threw him a hug. “Thankyou! H…How did you get here!?”
He pulled off his mask with vigor his short beard showing. He did his trademark wink. “That’s not for you to know!”
“But…oh THANKYOU!”
“Shhhh!” He grinned. “Let’s get out of here!”
He led me with car down the dark passage, a dim torch guiding us. A small light appeared after a few minutes and I confirmed mentally that it was a trapdoor attached to the ceiling. Wes, with his marred dark fingers, deftly opened the latch and politely led me through. I was never so happy to be in the sunlight.
“Where am I going to go now?!” I asked, and then suddenly, my heart stopped beating for a minute, well ok, a second, but still! “Aaron!! She’ll get Aaron!!”
We put his hand tenderly on my shoulder. “Don’t worry!”
“How can I not worry?! Wes you don’t understand!” My words were momentarily choked up by tears, and as I sobbed, Wes frowned, trying to decipher which way to return home.
“You can stay at my cabin for the time being, and I’ll go back for Aaron.” He finally said defiantly.
I nodded, too worried, too grief stricken to know what to do.....................
TO BE CONTINUED................
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