No Escape

"There's no escape for us." Phil and Dan are kidnapped and held for ransom in an abandoned warehouse. (Blurb in progress.) Cover created by Lady Tatertot.


7. Day Four

Phil's POV:

I stayed awake as Dan fell asleep, using my shoulder as a pillow. The cuffs holding my ankles and wrists seemed to get tighter the more I moved, so I tried to stay still. I leaned my head against Dan's and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Just as I thought I was about to fall asleep, Dan jerked awake, screaming. He looked really frightened. His eyes resembled those of a cornered animal and his hair was plastered to his forehead from his sweat. "Dan. Dan! Calm down! You're alright!" I said, trying to reassure him. I wanted to reach out to him, to hug him, but I couldn't. The cuffs on the chair made sure of that.

He looked at me, his chest heaving. A tear trickled down his cheek and I had to fight back my own. The sound of footsteps and someone yelling came from the staircase. Dan blinked away the tears. Gray appeared at the bottom, his face beet red with anger. "Who was that?" He growled, grabbing me by the shirt. If my wrists could scream, they probably would've been. "It was me," Dan said quickly, glaring at him. Gray dropped me back into the seat and walked over to Dan. He leaned in and their faces were only inches apart. 

Dan gulped and backed up as far as the chair would let him. He put on a brave face, but I could see his hands shaking. Gray backed away again, regaining his composure, but he wasn't fooling anyone. I could see the anger in his eyes. "You idiot," he snarled. "Do you have any idea of what would've happened if someone heard you?!?" He brought back his fist, ready to hit Dan. Dan cowered, waiting for the blow. I turned away and closed my eyes, not wanting to witness it. I flinched as I heard Gray's fist hit Dan over and over again. Dan didn't cry out. Not even once.

"Dad! Come quick!" A voice shouted. I opened my eyes and turned back to look at the stairs. Tom and Jack had run down the stairs, their faces pale. "There are cops parked by the house," Jack said fearfully. Gray straightened, the anger in his eyes slowly turning to fear. He ran past them and up the stairs. Jack chuckled. "That should hold him for a while," he said. He walked over to Dan, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright? You don't look so good," Tom said, his voice concerned. I glanced at Dan and gasped. A steady stream of blood was flowing from his nose; it was obviously broken. A big gash on his lip was bleeding as well. Bruises had started to form. I looked away.

"Are there actually cops up there?" Dan asked. Tom nodded. "But, they aren't here for us.They're stopping some guy who was speeding," Jack said. I shook my head in disbelief. "This whole time we've been here, you've been....kind, in a way. Why?" I asked. Tom shrugged. "Kidnapping is wrong in the first place. Hurting your hostages is even worse," he said grimly. "Then why don't you stop?" "We can't." "WHY?" I exclaimed. Tom sighed. "You wouldn't understand."

Then, they both turned around and left. Dan moaned. "Why am I always the one getting hurt?" he muttered. I shrugged. "You're the one doing stupid stuff," I pointed out. He glared at me. "What's that supposed to mean?!?" he snapped. I rolled my eyes. "Stop being such a baby, Dan." Dan stiffened and his lip quivered. I cringed. "I shouldn't have said that. Sorry," I said. He glared at the ceiling. "You should be," he said. I closed my eyes and moaned inwardly. Why was I such a screw-up?


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