Chapter 111

" I need to get out." He talked to himself when his eyes traveled to the small window in the room. He ran towards it, his palms resting on the cold, dusty glass and he looked down. It was pretty high and it was very questionable if he would make his landing perfect enough to end up leaving in one piece. What else was there do though? Sit here and wait while Alice was being taken advantage of with the most horrible way? Even the idea of it happening made his blood boil. He grabbed the sit from the old bed, ripping it and wrapping the fabric around his fist to secure it and avoid being hurt. He smacked his fist on the glass, breaking it into small pieces and placed the fabric on the bottom side of the frame, to wipe away any remaining shards that could hurt him.