Trying To Escape

"I mean it," Sylvester warns, and Black rolls his eyes but nods.

"Then I need to go downtown, it seems I'm in need of more clothing." Sylvester sighs, and every eye turns to me. I smirk, sipping my coffee. "I will also grab you some items, Zamsii."

"I don't need your fucking charity clothes," I snarl, sitting up.

Sylvester looks me over, judgement in his eyes. "You're wearing rags, a Cobra does not wear such…attire."

"Good job I'm not a fucking Cobra," I snap.

His lips turn up at the corner. "No, but you are a guest. You will represent our business and family, even when you are simply in the apartment. This isn't a negotiation."

"What? Want me to take my piercings out as well?" I laugh. "Not good enough for your sanctimonious ass to rape?"

He snarls then, leaning forward. "Be careful what you say, Zamsii, very careful." Then he blinks, and he's back to being ice-cold. "No, you may keep your piercings, you do look beautiful without the makeup, by the way, but I find myself seeing it as you without war paint." He laughs.

"Good, 'cause there are some piercings that aren't so easy to take out." I shrug, and all eyes are back on me again, wondering. "You will never fucking find out."

Black laughs. "Don't be so sure, Little Bird."

Alejandro looks away again and gets to his feet, holding himself stiffly as if he hurts. "We should get going."

"Indeed." Sylvester sighs and stands, looking over at me again. "I would say behave, but I don't think you would listen. Know that Black will be here this morning." He almost smirks, fucker, he knows that means I'll behave so the crazy bastard won't come near me.

I take my coffee and, with one last glare at them, retreat to my room. No way am I putting myself in the path of that pyromaniac. I'll actually listen to them for once and stay away. Shit, this is getting boring though. All I'm doing is sleeping and hiding.

I thought I would be free by now.

I'm coming to believe I'll never be free again. I'll die here, at their hands.

I stay in the room as long as I can. I get so bored, I count the steps it takes to get everywhere before flopping back on the bed. It has to be hours later when I finally can't take it anymore, I've never been one to sit still. Hell, I've worked nearly every day since I was sixteen. First to pay off my dad's debt back then to Rich before he hired me on fully, then to make him proud…and then to keep my bar afloat.

I find myself missing it, not knowing how to switch off. So I open the door a crack and look out, peeking each way to make sure Black isn't standing right outside to pounce on me. When nothing moves, I slip into the hall, sliding my feet across the cool floor to make no sound as I head to the end of the corridor.

Once there, I look around the corner to see if the living area is empty. Jake is outside again, on the phone, pacing back and forth. Black is just heading out the front door, and I see my opportunity.

They all think I'm in my room.

My heart pounds as I rush across the space, sliding my foot into the door to stop it from closing and locking. I bite my lip to hold back my cry as it slams my foot between it and the frame, tears filling my eyes. Fuck, that hurt. I duck behind the door, peering around it, watching as Black waits for the elevator. His usual lighter is at his side, flicking open and closed again until the steel doors open and he gets in.

Leaning down, he lights a cigarette, the only reason he doesn't spot me as the doors start to slowly close. So fucking slowly. Glancing over my shoulder, feeling panic, I see Jake hanging up. Fuck, it's now or never. Slipping out the door just as the elevator slams shut, I ease the door closed.

I'm free.

I'm fucking free!

Well, of the apartment, but that's a whole other matter. I try the elevator, but there's what looks like a scanner there, and it lights up red when I try, fuck. Okay. There's a door at the end of the hallway with a fire exit sign. Hell yes! Racing to it, I slam it open, holding my breath in case an alarm sounds. When it doesn't, I relax a little.

Not too much, I still have to get out of the building. I don't know where I'll go when I'm free, it's clear I won't be able to go back to my normal life, but that's a matter for later. Racing down the steps with quick feet, I'm so excited, I almost trip and fall. Gripping the railing, I fly down them as fast as I dare until I come to another level and a door.

It's locked, so I try the next floor and the next. Down and down I go, each and every door locked with a scanner. Fuck, am I going to be trapped in their stairwell? I go past something marked for the next level, which is labelled B1. Basement maybe?

My chest is heaving, my lungs screaming at how fast I ran, and adrenaline coursing through me. Shit, I'm out of shape. There's no scanner on this door, and my eyes widen. Hell yes. I rip it open, almost crying in victory when it actually slams back. Rushing forward, I abruptly halt in my tracks, crouching behind a post next to the door which extends into the ceiling. It's a fucking parking garage. Shit, that means there are probably cameras.

Looking up, I spot them just like I thought. They seem to be rotating, so I count how long it takes to revolve before looking for an exit. There's one at the top of a ramp with a shutter. But it seems there is only a button to get out from this side. I smirk. They weren't expecting people to try and get out, or if they did, they didn't expect them to get this far.

Looking back at the cameras, I watch them sweep again before bursting from behind the pole when they turn away from the ramp. Thirty seconds, that's all I have. I race past fancy cars and bikes and empty spots, pushing myself harder.