Wanted to

Clayton walked up the stairs, trying his best to stay silent. He knew that Aston must be on the top floor because he saw him being taken on the elevator. He reached the door to the top floor and cracked it open. Looking in, he saw that guards were protecting two doors. He closed the door and sat on the steps.

"I could throw something to distract them. But, I don't know if that will give me enough time." As he thought, he looked around for anything that could help him. Even looking around, he couldn't find anything to get the guards away from their posts. He reached into his pockets and all he had was his phone, made useless due not getting any signals. An idea began to form in his head as he opened the clock app. He set an alarm for 30 seconds and cranked the volume to the max. After that, he went to the ringtone setting and pressed the screaming woman. He downloaded this some time ago to scare Zima, but stop after he learned of her anxiety. He tiptoe down the stairs to 2 levels below and made set the alarm.

'30'

'29'

'28'

'27'

He snuck into another floor and waited.

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"Fucking pieces of shits" Dallevante siad as he tried to open the door. Only to realize the cops put something up against it.

His body and face was still in pain from Astonearlier. He already plans on getting back at him for that. He turned his attention form the door in ager and walked over to the window. It was overlooking the town. He tried to push the windows up, but the lock got in the way. He looked to see if the lock was stuck purposely.

"These motherfuckers" He cursed in his head when he realized. "So, they had this shit setup while people were focusing on the two cops that were injured. Smart"

He wanted to break everything in the room, to make his guard come in and get the jump on him. Then he remembered that there were two of them and they had weapons.

He looked out the windows again and got an idea. He picked up the lamp and gauged how hard he needed to throw it in order to break the window.

"After that, I would rappel down and get out of this hellhole." He rationalizes in his head.

But, before doing that, he would need stuff to rappel with. He turned to the bed, taking off the cover and then the sheets. He first tied the sheets into knots and then the cover. When he was finished, he thought he did a pretty good job. But, the problem was that he didn't know how far his room was from the ground.

"I can't tell if dont break the windows, but I can't break the window without getting that bitch's attention. Shit!"

He had a somewhat perfect plan, but he couldn't execute it.

That is when he heard the screaming.

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I was reading from the hotel founder's book, when I heard a woman screaming.

"What the fuck is that? Should we check it out?" A voice beyond the door asked

"Yeah, it not like these two are going anywhere" A voice answered

I heard the two race away from the door and down the steps. I got up and shot towards the door. I pushed with all my might but barely made the thing move.

"Astonis that you?" Clayotn voice came from the door.

I pushed with new energy and Clayton pulled whatever it was from the door. I finally saw his face for a brief moment until he pushed his way into the room.

"Move! I dont have much time" Clayon barged his way into the room and laid under the bed. "They're gonna see the desk they jammed into the door is messed up. So, i gotta hide!"

After he said that a large crash came from Dallevante's room, but we quickly ignored it as we had our own problems to deal with.

Clayton looked around and saw the bathroom.

"Can you lock this?!" he asked me

I shook my head.

Immediately after he went in and locked the door. A few minutes later the screaming came to an end and the cops came back and like Clayton said, saw the door slightly ajar.

"Shit, help me with this," One of the guards said. I heard them grunt as they moved the desk out of the way and barged until the room.

"How did that door open?!" One of them with a crooked nose yelled in my face.

"I tired to open it, but it was to heavy" I responded, hoping it would work

"Stop the bullshit, we know you can't move that thing by yourself." Crook nose accused

"You right, that why i couldn't get out"

The two guards looked at each other for a moment, then one of them said "Get back on the bed and do not move, understand?!" Crook nose ordered

I shook my head.

The tow left, having relock the door from the inside and pushed the desk back up against it.

"What about the other one?" The other guard asked.

"Might as well, check on that one to"

I heard their footsteps fade away as they walked to Dallevante's cell, and heard the same gurenting and shuffling noise as they entered.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Crook's nose yelled out.

Clayton took that opportunity to sneak out of the bathroom and tip toe over to me.

I look at him confused.

"Listen, I don't have much time here, so I'm gonna ask you straight out. Why did you attack that guy?"

I stood there shocked, seeing how he did this much and took this mcuk risk just to ask me a question. I stood in thought for a moment before saying.

"Because i wanted to"

Clayton had many things flashed across his face as I said that. Confusion,worry,sadness, and a bit of fear.

"He hit me a lot in school and in my neighborhood. He threatened me again. So I hit him, again and again." I wish guilt was in my office as I said this, but I just couldn't.

Clayton's face finally settled on understanding, with fear still in there.

"Ok, thanks for that. I don't know if the old dude is gonna let you out, but I'll make sure he knows that" he promised.

I just looked at him and he said it and not really believing it would change anything.

"He tied the bedsheets and went otu of the fucking window!" One of the guards said as they walked past my cell.

"The other one is still here, he tried to push the door open, but the dust got in the way." He said'

"Ok,sir." He afrimmed

"LIsten, the old dude wants the cops and volunteers to meet up. He can't get out by himself so we are ok on the front, Come on."

We listened as they walked down the steps.

Wanting to make sure they were gone, Clayton and I went over to the door and took a peep out. We saw that they were actually gone. I helped Clay osu the door and move the desk at the same time. When enough space was available, he squeezed his way out.

"I'm gonna go back to Zima and Ann and tell you what yo untold me. We get you out of here" he whispered then pushed the desk back up against the door. I listened as the tip toed away. I locked the door and went back to bed.

His words repeated in my head. as much as i wanted to believe him, i just knew it wouldn't really happen.