Mated Twice To Twins

Locked Up

"Good morning, Ms. Geautreaux. I have your breakfast." Spoke up the young girl who had replaced Claude. The one friendly face that might have gotten me out of here. "I know I'm not as good as a cook as the late Mr. Theriot but I did follow his recipe book," She forced a smile as she placed the tray of food on the floor. "I made pancakes, eggs, sausage patties, and biscuits. Eat up, Ms. Logue wants you back in the lab today." I smiled at the girl and thanked her, wondering if she had been captured and made to work here. Maybe if I show her kindness, then she could help me. I couldn't help but wonder how my mates were doing. How my best friend must be going crazy looking for me. I don't want to die like this.

"Where are you from?" Maybe I can get her on my side. She scrunched up her eyebrows and tilted her head back. Yes, a question out of nowhere, but I will try anything. "Claude used to sit in here and talk with me. He said it would keep me from being lonely."

"I'm from Oklahoma." She replied quickly as if she rehearsed it in her head a million times. Maybe she knew Claude was helping me and that's how he died. But how did Irma Logue find out? How did she know Claude was going to help me?

"Oh, I've been once but I don't remember. My grandfather took me when I was a baby." If I try to have something in common, I mean she's got to see this isn't right. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Beatrice said sharply as if I asked for her money. Surely, she isn't cross with me. "No more questions, it's time to take you to the lab," I don't know if it was a bust with her but someone must have made her upset. I complied with her as we made our way to the back of the building. "Ms. Logue, I have Ms. Geautreaux here for you,"

"Strap her to the table!" Irma yelled as she made her way from behind a curtain. Her hair was slicked back and pulled tightly into a bun. Her lips were bright red and dark green eyeshadow stained her eyelids. I watched as she pulled latex gloves over her dainty hands. So rude, so evil, so unhinged for someone who looked so delicate, it was always an eyesore seeing her in power. "Give me my vials!" She held out her hand as she continued to stare at me, seemingly not blinking. "Hello, little one. I see you have met and gotten to know my new assistant, Beatrice Snow," I nodded my head watching her step closer. "Good. Today I will be taking hair, nail, skin, and more blood samples," I continued to be poked and prodded, as she looked on with a menacing grin, all for the name of science, she'd say over and over again. I don't know how many hours I was there but it felt like days. "Do you know why Claude Theriot is no longer with us?" She asked after she finished taking blood from my arm. She didn't give me time to respond before she spoke out again. "The Nelson brothers heard Claude talking to you. Something about a letter? It doesn't matter, he wasn't able to deliver your little note. Listen here little one, if you think you will escape you are wrong. You will never leave here and don't think that you will get close to Beatrice in hopes of her helping you either. Beatrice Ruth Logue is my niece, she is my older sister, Addie-Mae's daughter. She passed away when Beatrice was born so I raised her, she'd never betray me."

"I need to use the bathroom," I let out without a second thought. Glenn and Gorden untied me as Beatrice walked me across the room. I looked around the small restroom in hopes of a possible escape, anything I could wield to help me out of the hole. I had to leave I had to get away. Finding the vent I quietly unscrewed the bolts with a quarter that had been left behind. Maybe I could use the vent system as a means to leave.

A pounding on the door by one of the Nelson brothers, let me know my time was up, "Hurry up in there!" When I come back at least I won't have to waste time trying to unhook it, I will be able to just leave. Beatrice grabbed my arm as we walked back down the long corridor. She was small and I was feeling better than usual Maybe I should take my time now. I shoved her frail body to the ground watching her hit her head against the wall on the way down. My legs felt heavy as they carried me down the hallway but I kept pushing myself. I trusted through the double doors and down another hallway. Right or left? Hearing Beatrice yell out for a code red whatever that meant, my body turned left. I continued jogging through the dimly lit building going through another door. Suddenly, I was met with doors down the hall and faces began peering out from the little windows. Screams could be heard from the people being held and I knew if they kept it up they would surely catch me. Left or right? Not wanting to seem like I was running in circles, I turned to the right in promise I would leave this place. If could get out and scream, yell, or beg anyone for help, I will. A light? Is that a light coming from underneath the door in front of me? I just need to hold on, and wait until I reach the door. My feet were sore from sprinting on the cold tilted floor barefoot, but I dared not stop. Not when I was this close, but everything turned to black.