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I, painfully average Everleigh Barker, a girl who couldn’t change my own tire or call to cancel an insanely overpriced car insurance policy because of the potential confrontation, was going to need to save myself.
A little helpless whimper escaped me, muffled by the duct tape that was biting into my skin with its glue.
I let myself feel the helplessness for just a moment.
Then I took another deep breath and looked around.
At… a bedroom.
A bedroom?
I’d expected a basement. You know, because what kind of criminal put you in a bedroom?
One full of their own personal items.
There was a bed crushed against a wall, a twin-size only. With a comforter half hanging off of it. Blue. But with some sort of pattern to it.
I squinted at it, making out the shapes of those little caricatures that I saw on children’s clothes and backpacks. Likely from a show that all the kids loved, but I was clueless about, not having any of my own.
That was a child’s bed.
Almost as soon as that thought formed, my gaze was sweeping around, taking in other signs of a kid.
A multicolored plastic storage unit, little animal figurines and trucks poking out of their buckets.
The carpet on the floor was one like my cousin had when I was a kid. A little town. With streets to run those little Matchbox cars on.
Little sneakers were on their sides near an open closet.
Oddly, though, the closet didn’t have a lot of clothes in it.
My gaze moved around again, seeing a window.
I was bound, sure. But in the front.
I could open a window.
Then I could, you know, just… throw myself out of it. Hope I landed well. And run.
Run where, I had no idea.
But, surely, there would be people around. Someone would see a gagged and bound woman, and do the right thing.
I had to believe that.
Pulling my knees inward, I tucked them under me.
My head spun.
And I worried for a moment about my head injury.
I couldn’t reach back to touch it, but the ever-present throbbing, and the wet sensation on my skull made me think that I had some sort of open wound there.
A concussion?
Worse?
Would I live through this at all?
