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duffel bag. It was a vibrating sound that she had heard many times in her life though she had not been expecting to hear it now. She dropped down onto her knees and quickly rummaged through the bag. Her eyes widened in utter shock as she picked out the mobile at the bottom of the bag. It was her mobile; the one that had been left in the apartment when Tristen had kidnapped her. Looking at the screen she saw that she had almost 100 missed calls. More alarming was the fact that there wasn’t much battery.
Before she knew what she was doing her fingers had dialled a familiar number. She placed the mobile to her ear and leaned against the bathroom door listening for any sound that might suggest Tristen was nearby.
“Hello? Vicky? Is that you?” the familiar voice made Vicky’s heart pound with relief. She placed her hand around her mouth and the bottom of the phone. Trying to keep her voice down she whispered,
“Paul, don’t question me. I can’t explain. Get a team together an d get to…” Vicky suddenly realized that she had no way of knowing where she was. Thinking quickly she changed her route of conversation, “Track the GPS on my phone. Tristen is here. Hurry!” with that she ended the call and leaned back against the door, taking a few deep breaths.
“Are you almost done in there?” Tristen’s voice came from the other side. Her heart pounded as she realized just how lucky she had been for him not to hear her. As she heard his voice she instantly began to regret what she had just done. It would be only minutes before the only man who had ever shown love to her in any way was being carted away in handcuffs.
Within a few seconds she had pulled on some clothes and whipped the door open. Seeing the distressed look on her face Tristen began to look worried.
“We have to go.” She blurted. Tristen’s face twisted in confusion.
“Go where? What are you talking about?” he demanded as he pulled himself up from the mattress where he had been lounging.
“We need to leave now. They are on their way here,” Vicky explained. She leaned into the bathroom and grabbed her duffel bag, “Get your things.”
Tr isten’s eyes glinted with realization. He hissed as he sucked in a breath and put his head in his hands.
“You called the cops on me.” His voice was shaky with fear. Vicky dropped her bag and ran to him. She grabbed is arms and shook him.
“Yes I called them,” she explained, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. But we have time. We can get out of here.” Tristen looked up at her and she saw the look in his eyes. They were filled with anger. It was as though the red fire of hell was burning behind his eyes.
“How can I trust you?” he demanded, “You’re just like her! All you do is think of yourself.” He slapped her hands away from him. Even without asking she knew who he was talking about. He was suggesting that she was like his step mother. The suggestion stung but she knew he was right. She had only been thinking of herself. She hadn’t been thinking of what would happen to him when the cops turned up. He might not even make it out of the apartment alive. Some of the cops she knew had a habit of shooting first and asking questions later when it came to criminals like him. As she thought about it she knew what she had to do.
Racing toward the window, she grabbed hold of the ply wood and began to pull hard. Like it hadn’t before it didn’t budge. Her heart pounded as she moved backward a little and kicked out with her foot, slamming into the wood. When she left a small dent, she kicked out again and managed to send the wood splintering away from her. She had made a hole that was just big enough for someone to climb out of.
Even as she did so she knew she was too late. The
Before she knew what she was doing her fingers had dialled a familiar number. She placed the mobile to her ear and leaned against the bathroom door listening for any sound that might suggest Tristen was nearby.
“Hello? Vicky? Is that you?” the familiar voice made Vicky’s heart pound with relief. She placed her hand around her mouth and the bottom of the phone. Trying to keep her voice down she whispered,
“Paul, don’t question me. I can’t explain. Get a team together an d get to…” Vicky suddenly realized that she had no way of knowing where she was. Thinking quickly she changed her route of conversation, “Track the GPS on my phone. Tristen is here. Hurry!” with that she ended the call and leaned back against the door, taking a few deep breaths.
“Are you almost done in there?” Tristen’s voice came from the other side. Her heart pounded as she realized just how lucky she had been for him not to hear her. As she heard his voice she instantly began to regret what she had just done. It would be only minutes before the only man who had ever shown love to her in any way was being carted away in handcuffs.
Within a few seconds she had pulled on some clothes and whipped the door open. Seeing the distressed look on her face Tristen began to look worried.
“We have to go.” She blurted. Tristen’s face twisted in confusion.
“Go where? What are you talking about?” he demanded as he pulled himself up from the mattress where he had been lounging.
“We need to leave now. They are on their way here,” Vicky explained. She leaned into the bathroom and grabbed her duffel bag, “Get your things.”
Tr isten’s eyes glinted with realization. He hissed as he sucked in a breath and put his head in his hands.
“You called the cops on me.” His voice was shaky with fear. Vicky dropped her bag and ran to him. She grabbed is arms and shook him.
“Yes I called them,” she explained, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. But we have time. We can get out of here.” Tristen looked up at her and she saw the look in his eyes. They were filled with anger. It was as though the red fire of hell was burning behind his eyes.
“How can I trust you?” he demanded, “You’re just like her! All you do is think of yourself.” He slapped her hands away from him. Even without asking she knew who he was talking about. He was suggesting that she was like his step mother. The suggestion stung but she knew he was right. She had only been thinking of herself. She hadn’t been thinking of what would happen to him when the cops turned up. He might not even make it out of the apartment alive. Some of the cops she knew had a habit of shooting first and asking questions later when it came to criminals like him. As she thought about it she knew what she had to do.
Racing toward the window, she grabbed hold of the ply wood and began to pull hard. Like it hadn’t before it didn’t budge. Her heart pounded as she moved backward a little and kicked out with her foot, slamming into the wood. When she left a small dent, she kicked out again and managed to send the wood splintering away from her. She had made a hole that was just big enough for someone to climb out of.
Even as she did so she knew she was too late. The
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