Rescue

Rescue
Ana’s POV

"One more word," she grits, her index finger lifted in the air in a warning sign as it shakes, portraying her anger.

"You don't own me Emily, and therefore can't tell me what to--"

"Shut up," she mutters, her ring finger smashing my chin, blowing it repeatedly.

"Next time I say shut up, you obey!" She shrieks, her hands palming the back of my head to direct her knee to meet the bone of my nose in a cracking sound.

"You are a nuisance, a psychopath," I let out, bearing the sting and not giving her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain despite the injury she's inflicted on me. "It's bad luck for me that I'm just realizing this now."

"What do you plan to do with me, Emily?" I inquire, "torment me? Kill me? Hurt my child? And for how long?"

"How long do you think you can keep me without someone looking for me? Without my family asking questions? Without the police investigating my case?" I interview, my body slacking forward in hurt but my head raised in her location.

"You forget my father is the governor and I as his daughter automatically has the right to manipulate things around," she ridicules, a smile showing up on her face. "You of all people should know how corrupt the system is."

"I know, but you forget there are people higher than your father in the political world," I scoff.

"True, which is why a sitting senator is on my side too." she beams, inspecting her nails.

"Who may I ask are you referring to?" I implore.

"Ike's father dummy," she says, chuckling at my astonished outlook. "Oh don't look, surprised sweetie, he warned you."

"So this was all a plan," I assert the pieces falling into place.

"I'm stunned it took you this long to figure out," she teases. "Oh poor baby, we're you busy trying to fit the puzzle?"

"You both are sick!" I spit, using all my strength to stand upright, rather a few seconds later, I find myself crashing to the floor.

"Pathetic," she titters, helping me up. "Be thankful that deep down, I have a soft spot for you. Who knows how soon that will go away."

The place is silent for a moment as we stare into each other's orbs and no matter how she tries to hide it, I see an atom of guilt and remorse in them at that unguarded moment before she masks it the instant we hear the sound of feet breaking twigs, followed up by a zap of white light that disappears as soon as it came.

"There it is again," she lets out and retreats hastily from our posture, her feet taking her to my back where she makes sure the strings are secured.

"I knew they'll come for me," I grin, regardless of the slight fear that it might just be passing night crawlers out on a mission.

"No one is coming, and I'll make sure of that," she sneers, abandoning me in my position and heading for the door. "I'll be right back.

"Thank you, Jesus, thank you, God," I say in gratitude the moment the barrier is closed after she leaves as I can taste freedom. 

"Thank you, Lord, for showing yourself mighty in this situation and comforting me, while at the same time sending me aids, thank you."

"I may not be seeing them yet, but I know you've got plans, and your plans never fail, thank you for putting the enemy to shame, thank you," I sniff, a teardrop kissing my cheek as my lids are slammed shut in prayer and thanks to the Almighty.

"Sorry to burst your bubble baby girl," she cackles returning after the door is opened with a bang and she strides over, not bothering to close it. "There are no strange people apart from the guards in a five-mile radius."

"Why was I even worried?" She laughs at her own question as I don't respond, the hope I thought I had, descending to the pit of my belly. "No one knows of this place."

"Must you wreck every possibility of freedom I have in me?" I cry in query, my heart shattering as defeat takes over me. "You are a monster Emily, one I'll love to rot in hell."

"You took Ike away from me Ana, no hell is worse than that!" She rasps, her eyes turning deadly.

"How can you allow yourself hit rock bottom because of a man?" I interrogate, feeling pity for her despite my situation.

"That's none of your business," she jeers, her orbs expanding in her face. "You crossed my path Ana, now you've got to bear the consequences."

"Same way you'll bear yours once I get out of here," I snarl.

"I'm not worried," she chuckles, lowering her body to my level. "Because you are never getting out of here."

"Do you have any idea how many guards are surrounding this place?" She questions, the long nail of her middle finger tickling my skin. "Three at every door and corner, even the USA swat team can't take them all down without a fight."

"See this?" She polls, retrieving a pistol from a black waist bag I'm just noticing. "It'll help me cart you out of here without them touching a hair on my head."

"Did you hear that?" I implore, smirking as a noise that comes of as a heavy thing falling to the ground vibrates through our feet. "Maybe one of your guards has fallen."

"That is impossible," she snorts, clenching the gun in her hand.

"Why don't you go check?" I mock, noticing fear dash in her eyes. "To be on the safe side."

"Stay where you are," she instructs, about to obey my suggestion.

"I'm tied to a chair remember?" I taunt, wincing at the pain from the numerous hits I've received to my face. "Where can I possibly go?"

She ignores my jab and slowly ambles to the door, the pistol held downwards in her two palms as she peeks through the door before disappearing into the darkness beyond.

I listen to the sound of murmurings and crinkly cacophonies coming from my back. Striving to swerve backward, my condition doesn't allow that, so I remain where I am, quietly praying to God for His rescue as He promised.

"Fuck! That was loud," someone who sounds like Glory mumbles as the commotion of plywood flying to the wall with force reaches my ears.

"Oh my God, the lights," A male lets out, shielding his eyes with his arms as he blindly walks forward.

"Nuel?" I call, recognizing the pair of long legs, wide hunched shoulders, and lean arms.