Twenty-Five
GusThe small and only two-piece bathroom in the house was cleaner than when I'd last seen it, though not by much. However, a working toilet and the fact that they allowed me to use it was far better than what Cecil permitted. Memories of having to use a bucket played in my head as I devised several plans of escape while washing my hands in the water that dribbled from the faucet.
“Hurry up!”
The pounding on the door stopped the ideas forming in my head and brought me back to reality. I stared at myself in the hazy mirror. “No matter what, we're getting out of here or die trying,” I whispered to my reflection.
“Come on!” The door moved under his pounding fists.
I opened the door and stepped out into the narrow, paneled hall. Banks filled the hallway, blocking my view of th
