The concluding part of the Wordsmiths Round Robin story written collaboratively by Jane Pobgee, Val Chapman, Val Fish and Wendy Fletcher. This chapter was written by Val Fish.
I wake early, my stomach churning even more than usual. I wish he’d just hurry up…
I hear the key in the lock. I take a deep breath and get into position, my right fist wrapped tightly round the nail. He sees me with my hands clutched to my stomach, the chains are back on my wrists and I’m praying he can’t see they are loose and untied. I groan loudly.
He puts the tray down and stares at me. ‘Is this some sort of trick? You really don’t think I’m that stupid, do you?’
Those are the first words he’s said to me in all this time. I make my next move; I collapse to the floor.
‘Help me, please!
As he kneels, I release the chains, reach out and swiftly dig the rusty nail into his right eye. He loses his balance and falls. For good measure I follow it by throwing a cup of hot tea in his face.
As he screams in agony, I bolt for the door.
I can’t believe I’m outside! The daylight blinds me for a moment. I realise he won’t be far behind me. I run, not knowing where I am or where I’m going, just knowing I’m running for my life. The good news is I’m just a few feet from a road, though right now it’s deserted. ‘Please God, please let a car come by…’
My prayers are answered, I shall be forever grateful to the lovely lady that stops for me and drives me to the police station. Mind you, she doesn’t have a lot of choice other than to run me over, as I stand in the middle of the road frantically waving my arms, screaming ‘Stop, stop!’
At the police station it is hard to get the words out. I think I am in shock. Somehow I manage to convey what has happened to me.
I tell the police about the other girl. They have no cases that tie up with my situation – no one, that is. The little information I can give at least means they can investigate, check the missing persons register for any possible link.
It is hard to think she may no longer be alive; it seems I am the lucky one…
Apparently, I’d been taken quite a distance from home, so it is a while before my parents arrive for an extremely emotional reunion.
I am taken to hospital to be checked out. Apart from having lost a lot of weight and being dehydrated, I am deemed okay and allowed to go home.
Home, to my own bed.
There were times I thought it would never happen.