Swift Attraction

Chapter Twelve

LUCY

It was now or never. I stood there at my own end of the door taking breathing exercises till I was sure that he and his crew had walked a distance away from my room. I carefully opened the door and checked both ways to confirm if anyone was still in sight. On seeing nobody, I quickly and quietly ran towards Marco's room. I took care to ensure that I was not spotted by anyone. In a few seconds, I was standing in front of Marco's door. I tried to open it but it was locked.

“This can't be happening” I cried as I continuously attempted to open the door. Even while being faced by my current dilemma, I still continued shaking the door knob as though a miracle would happen. And to my surprise, a miracle did happen. The door gave in after a few attempts of trying to open the door. I seemed like someone had initially broken into Marco's room and attempted to reposition the lock in such a way that it would not be easily detectable. Whatever that person may or may not have done was none of my business. All I wanted to do was leave this house once and for all. I quickly ran to the window that I had spotted the night before.

On inspection, I realized that it was a bit small to convey even an average human being. But that could not quench the already burning fire in me. One could even use a word that has a bigger meaning than resilience to describe me at this point. In other words, I could describe myself as one who was more than resilient at that moment. I ran into his wardrobe in search of anything that I could use to form a rope or knot to come down as his room was on the second floor of his house. I picked up his bed cover and added a few other clothes and formed knots. I made them as tight as possible. I used as many as I could find just to ensure that the knots were long enough to get me down. I searched for a place to tie one end of my formed rope on, that was a bit proximal to the window. But there didn't seem to be anything that I could tie it to that was close to the window. I came up with the idea of tying it to the stand of a table that was quite bigger than the window and allowing the walls of the window to stop it from falling. I could have sworn that I didn't for once think about the adverse effects of my actions if all did not go as planned. On letting the already formed rope down, it still was not touching the ground. There was quite a distance from the height at which it stopped and looked the ground. But I had already made up my mind and was not planning on going back. I was prepared for the worst. No one seemed to be around that part of the residence at the time. My best guess was that Marco and his notorious boys had gone for yet another dangerous mission. I silently prayed that he didn't return. But I still did not have it in me to pray that he did not return alive.

I held on to the rope and gradually began to let myself through the already opened window. It was after I had struggled and successfully brought myself past the window that I realized the danger and risks there accompanied the actions I had just taken. My whole being was now overflowing with fear. The urge to run back inside suddenly began to creep in. I realized that going back into the room could even be more difficult than going down. I gradually began to bring myself down not minding the pain I was feeling at the moment. I was not ready to give up after coming this far. Slowly and carefully, I brought myself down the rope with the hope of getting it done and over with as soon as possible. As I gradually came down, I could feel the joy within me heightening. Then I heard the sound of a tear. I could not figure out where the sound was coming from but I was positive that I had heard it. I was gripped by even more fear when I started hearing a creaking sound from within the room. And I had just only gotten to the top part of the fistr floor. It was at this moment that the repercussion of my actions began to gradually dawn on me. I began to hurriedly let myself down in fear. But both the creaking and tearing sound continued. And this time they were even more. Looking up, I could see the spot that was gradually getting torn in my linens. And with every move that I made, it tore even more.

Tears rolled down my cheek as the thought of what could happen to me if I fell from such a height filled my mind. Looking down, I could see that I still had a long distance to cover of I did not want to have any severe injuries from the fall. I took a deep breath and continued going down not minding what may happen it the linen ends up tearing completely. I continued moving nonstop when I heard a loud thud from upstairs. It seemed like someone must have seen the damage I caused. Not minding what could go wrong, I kept moving. Before I could successfully move about five times after my last stop, I felt myself going down with ease. The last thing I can remember seeing were parts of a broken stool raining down from right above me.