I thought I lost my consciousness, maybe I did. I didn't really know. I mainly thought about the agonizing pain my foot was experiencing at the moment. I heard the same familiar flute-like scream entering my eardrum. I realized every time I was in pain it would return, each time, proliferating more and more by the second.
I finally started to gain my hearing back when I felt a sharp pain rebound off my red, numb face. Now I heard nothing but silence.
"Farrah, get it together!" I heard a little, fragile voice say.
"What? Where- where am I?" I replied weakly.
"Your with me, Katie. We're in the woods and you got your foot caught in a coyote trap!" she stated swiftly.
"A coyote trap? Katie, what do you mean? Hey, did you just slap me?" I asked in a confused tone.
"Uh-huh I did, and yes a coyote trap! See," she pointed at my foot. "It's really bad!"
I looked at where Katie gestured at. Indeed, it was terrible, but the erratic part was that; I couldn't feel anything.
"Katie, I know I should but, I don't feel a thing down there. Really, nothing." I told her casually.
"Well maybe that's good because when we try to pry it open, you won't feel anything." Katie added.
I nodded in agreement.
"We have to try this." Katie said as she ripped a section of cloth off of her ragged, dirty sweatshirt.
"I'll wrap your foot in this after we get it out of this mess, alright?" Katie explained carefully.
I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes. "Alright."
Before I knew it, Katie stepped on the clutch of the trap and began to pry the sharp, deathly corners apart from my foot. Again, I felt nothing. She was one strong little girl. I hardly knew she was pulling. It only took about 30 seconds and it was off.
"Wow. You are strong!" I complemented.
She laughed and stood up. "Thanks, that's what happens when you live on a farm all your life and helped your dad hunt and throw around hay bales all day long."
"I guess so!" I added, trying to stand up too. It didn't work as well, but I managed.
"Your more then I gave you credit for, Katie." I stated while she wrapped my foot with the piece of cloth from her jacket.
"Thanks, I get that a lot," she added, grinning a small grin which made me think of my sister. They acted a lot alike.
"Alright, your all fixed up!" Katie jumped up and ran to my side to help me.
"We should get a move on. David could find us soon." Katie added.
Then, I remembered Marcus. I wondered how he was. How he felt. Was he worried for me? Scared to death of what may be happening to me right now? I sure hope he did. I missed him, a lot. His gentle, warm smile that could lighten my day. His comely, charming good looks. His sweet, calm blue eyes whom sparkled in the moonlight. I was defiantly in love.
Snap out of it Farrah. He's a boy. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't let him ruin your chances of escaping this horrific place. Their all the same. Boys.
Suddenly, we heard a rustling sound in the bush up ahead of us.
Oh God. It's the hide and seek incident all over again. I thought fearfully.
But when we walked closer, it wasn't a giant beast. It was Marcus, stumbling around.
"Marcus? Is that you?" I yelled joyfully.
"Yes it's me, where have you guys been?" Marcus asked with a worried tone.
"We escaped through the floor boards! Wait, where's David?" I asked. My heart stopped. I felt it.
"He's not back yet but he will be and if he see's your gone he'll kill us, all of us!" he snapped.
"What? No, Farrah, tell him we can't!" Katie cried.
"Katie, I'll help you guys escaped some other time but I'm serious. We have to go back this time." Marcus urged.
"Katie, he's right. We should just go back now. We'll have a better chance when David's far away from here and we'll plan it this time so we'll be ready and I need my foot looked at, come on, please?" I begged for Katie's acceptance.
"Wait, what happened to your foot?" Marcus asked, sending a worried look.
We ignored him.
"Fine, but if I don't get out of here, it's all your fault," she said, pointed at Marcus.
"We're getting out of here, Katie, I promise." Marcus knelt down in front of her.
I smiled at the fact he was so good with children. A perfect father, I supposed.
Stop it Farrah! This is not the appropriate time to think about those types of things!
Marcus stood up and I couldn't help to hug him. He wrapped his strong, masculine arms around my little body and I instantly felt safe again as I did the night we lied in bed, side by side in each others arms.
"Hey beautiful." Marcus whispered in my ear, so soft and kind. His words gave me goose bumps and sent chills down my spine.
I had nothing to say, I just smiled.
"Come on you two love birds! We don't have all night, remember?" Katie snapped.
"Alright, alright!" Marcus replied while grabbing my hand. It was dark so Katie couldn't see.
I felt so happy. Like I was trapped in my own perfect, little world, when really, I wasn't. Every time we took a step, my heart skipped an enormous beat that stretched on for miles. Every breathe. Every single minute was an extraordinary comfort that lead down deep to my heart. I know I should be frightened, but erratically, I wasn't.
"Finally, we're here!" Katie piped up, distracting me from mesmerizing Marcus's perfection.
"Let's hurry. I don't know when he'll be back." Marcus said, letting go of my hand because soon, we'd be in light.
"Let me chain you guys up and then I'll show you where he keeps the spear keys." Marcus winked.
I winked back and smiled.
Marcus chained Katie up first and then when he was done he came into my room.
"Is she okay?" I asked, bitting my lip.
"Yea, she's fine. She's quite tired, though," he replied with a warm smile that invited me right in.
All was silent.
"Are you going to show me the spear keys?" I asked, grinning.
"Oh, yea I should, shouldn't I?" he laughed.
We walked into the kitchen and headed toward a little drawer that I didn't notice before.
"Here they are," he pointed in the drawer. "Simple enough, right?"
I nodded, smiling.
"You are so gorgeous, it's stunning." Marcus stated, shyly, putting a piece of my long, tangled hair behind my ear.
Here it comes again. Another kiss.
I was exactly right. It wasn't a short kiss this time, though. It was long and enduring. I felt him lift me up gently onto the dirty table top. I couldn't think because it was all too fast. Never had this happened before in my life and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't complaining, though. I loved it, I really did. I just felt as if I was doing it wrong. It was one of those kisses..... I forget what they call them........
I think the French call it this? Oh, duh. French Kiss. How could I be so clueless about these types of things? I'm seventeen. Jesus Farrah.
He finally pulled away, slowly, and kissed my nose. It was absolutely the cutest thing ever.
I laughed a flirty little laugh and covered my eyes with my hands.
"What's wrong?" he asked, laughing too.
"That was--- great." I admitted timidly.
"My thoughts exactly." Marcus replied sweetly.
Out of no where, he picked me up and put me softly on my bed.
"Are we really getting out of here, Marcus?" I asked softly.
"Baby, I promise. I will get you out and I will bring you home myself," he explained.
I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close to me. "And I will love every moment of it."
He smiled and lied next to me. He grabbed my hand and held it. The lights were off and it was freezing, well, it would be if Marcus wasn't here by my side. I was wrapped in his arms again. Safe and sound......