Moments pt 28 .... THE LAST ONE!
Day 15
Meryl had spent hours going over every single inch of her ‘cell’, as she thought of it, and hadn’t been able to come up with anything that might help her get out. Jack was nothing short of diligent and had gone to great pains to make any escape on her part extremely difficult, in not altogether impossible.
She still hadn’t touched any of the food Jack had brought her, she was hungry but she didn’t cave, she wasnt going to give Jack the satisfaction of knowing that she was now forced to count on him for every one of her needs, even the most basic human need, hunger. All she would allow herself was a drink of the water, only because she knew the body couldnt survive without water and if she was going to escape the last thing she needed was to pass out before she could make it happen. She couldn’t get over how thirsty she was and looking at the way her clothes fell on her she realized Jack was right she had lost weight, but she couldn’t be bothered with that now. She knew she was running out of time, Jack had been gone for some time and she knew he would be back any time now and she had to come up with a plan. If she didn’t... she didn’t want to even allow herself to think of what that would mean.
After spending several more hours combing the room she could help from passing out on the cot for what felt like hours, but was actually minutes, she took a shower. Well not exactly a shower, Jack had lowered a hose through a hole in the ceiling and along with a bucket, a wash cloth and some cheap shampoo and soap she decided to try to make do with what she had.
This wasn’t the first time she had used these things, but she was praying it would be the last. The water was freezing yet felt good, it woke her up in much the same way a slap in the face forced you to attention.
Jack’s absence had allowed the wounds on her head and body to heel, not by much, but they didn’t feel as tender or painful in the past few days since Jack had left for Canada. Looking at her body she looked like she had been in a series of cage matches and lost but the cold water and soap gave her the illusion of washing it all away; the pain, the embarrassment, his smell, his hands touching her in ways that were nothing short of disgusting.
Finishing up she got dressed, deciding to put on the warmest clothing she could find. She had decided she was going to make an attempt to free herself no matter what it may cost her upon Jack’s return. His absence had convinced her that she had nothing to lose, and if she didn’t do it now he would likely chain her back up and she would lose her only chance at freedom.
Since Jack had left she worked endlessly on freeing a section of the pipe from the wall. The entire time she was down there she never heard water running through those pipes so she came to the conclusion they were no longer in use, at least she hoped they weren’t.
Almost as if she were being smiled on a section of the pipe came free at almost the exact moment she heard the door shutting from what she figured was the entry way to the house.
Because the room was never light she was granted with at least the element of darkness as well as surprise, she hoped. Getting herself into position on the side of the door so he wouldn’t see her immediately when he opened the door she locked her hands around the pipe and waited for him to come in the room.
Standing there waiting for him she could feel her heart pounding in her ears and her stomach felt as though it was in her throat. Fighting the overwhelming desire she had to throw up due to nerves and the cripiling fear of what would happen to her if this plan didnt work. She knew she only had one chance and if she didn’t get out after this attempt to break free he would most likely chain not only her hands but also her feet to the cot and any punishment she had received up until now would look like nothing. Her hands were shaking so bad she was afraid she was going to miss when she made her attempt to swing at him.
Doing every breathing technique to calm her-self and be prepared for the small window of opportunity she hoped she would have.
Just then she heard him shaking his keys looking for the right one that would unlock the door and within seconds there he was.
As soon as she had the right angle and the back of his head was to her she swung the pipe as hard as she could at his head and like a safe he fell to the ground.
Taking the keys that had fell to the ground when she hit him she ran out of the room and shut the door.
Having watched him come and go enough times she knew there was no knob to lock the door because it was a key lock.
Her hands were so sweaty and shaky she dropped the keys twice before finally calming herself enough to find the right key and lock the door. It was just in time to because as she was running up the stairs she heard him banging on the door, screaming at her to let him out.
Finding herself on the main floor of the house she noticed that the door that led down to the lower floor where her cell was also had a key lock. Knowing she couldn’t be too careful she shut the door and found the key that would lock that door as well.
Knowing she should call the police she suddenly felt a feeling of calm rush over her. One she hadn’t felt, in she didn’t know how long.
Not knowing if it was because of lack of food or existing in almost complete darkness and terror for so long but she had an overwhelming desire to search the home that had been housing her prison. She wanted to know how Jack did this, how he was able to get away with it, she felt she deserved to know at least that, and for her own state of mind she NEEDED to know at least that.
Going through the main floor of the house she found nothing unusual, so she made her way to the third floor.
That’s where she found all of the items he had stored away up there; chloroform, duct tape, rope, chains, locks, several items of clothing ranging in styles everything from winter clothing to comfortable light weight summer items.
Having her suspicions confirmed that he had never had any intention of letting her go.
Then she found the logs he kept.
One chronicling every day she had been kept, 15 in total all in red, as well as over 30 in black.
Quickly flipping through the books she realized that each black book corresponded to a different year that he had been planning his revenge, different things he wanted to do to her, ways to get back at her for making him fell as though he had been manipulated and deceived, and each red one talking in detail of the humiliating things he did to her each day he held her prisoner. Every time he sexually attacked her, every time he smacked her, threw her against the wall, beat her, called her a bitch, promised her that this was all her own fault for rejecting him, it was all documented in the book.
For a second she was almost impressed with how thorough he was but then she almost laughed because all of this made it that much harder for him to get away with what he had done. He was never going to get away with this and the sick thing is his own words, his own meticulous record keeping, was going to be his own downfall, it was what would send him to prison.
She finally made her way back down to the main floor of the house and looking out the window she saw it was snowing, she smiled the first smile she could remember in the longest time, there was nothing like a great snow storm. It seemed to wash away all of the bad and bring about a clean, fresh start. She thought that was fitting somehow.
Picking up the phone she made the call, not to the police but to a number she now remembered like she remembered her own name.
After only a single ring she heard his voice and the smile that was already on her face grew at least twice the size it already was.
“Hello?”
“Don?”
Don was still at the cabin in Maine and thought he was about to fall over when he heard her voice, for a second he didn’t say anything because he thought he was simply hearing what he wanted to hear.
“Don, are you there?”
Finally being able to find his voice he questioned the voice on the phone. “Meryl?”
She smiled hearing him call her by her name. She knew he had to be surprised to hear from her and she couldn’t help but smile at that as well.
“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily did you?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that, that was something only she would say in this situation and in a way it told him everything he needed to know. She was okay, she remembered, just the tone of her voice was enough to tell him that, she didn’t have to tell him he just knew.
“Hey Don you going to come and get me or do I have to call someone else?”
Laughing again at what she had to say, she walked out to the front of the house and gave him the address and walking two houses down she saw the street sign and told him that as well, because it was the old fashioned street signs it displayed the state’s name as well, and she was able to tell him that the house she was at was located in Maine. He was reluctant to hang up the phone but she convinced him.
“Babe it’s snowing I don’t want you driving in this weather while talking on your phone.”
If there was any doubt that she remembered it was gone with that one sentence, he did know how much she hated him driving and talking on the phone especially in less than ideal weather conditions and now he knew that she remembered as well.
“Okay boss I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Just as he was about to hang up she stopped him.
“Hey Don?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I love you you know?”
He smiled a smile he hadn’t in what felt like forever upon hearing her say that. There was no reservation, no doubt in her voice as she said it, it was just like it had been before the accident and he knew she was going to be just fine.
“I love you to beauty.”
And with that he was out of the cabin and in his car...
THE END...
Okay there it is … hope the ending lived up to whatever your expectations may have been.
Thanks to those of you who read this story and commented, any one who attempts fanfiction will tell you how helpful the comments are.
Let me know what you thought of it and depending on your reaction there may be a sequel although that will be up to all of you … so let me know!
Meryl had spent hours going over every single inch of her ‘cell’, as she thought of it, and hadn’t been able to come up with anything that might help her get out. Jack was nothing short of diligent and had gone to great pains to make any escape on her part extremely difficult, in not altogether impossible.
She still hadn’t touched any of the food Jack had brought her, she was hungry but she didn’t cave, she wasnt going to give Jack the satisfaction of knowing that she was now forced to count on him for every one of her needs, even the most basic human need, hunger. All she would allow herself was a drink of the water, only because she knew the body couldnt survive without water and if she was going to escape the last thing she needed was to pass out before she could make it happen. She couldn’t get over how thirsty she was and looking at the way her clothes fell on her she realized Jack was right she had lost weight, but she couldn’t be bothered with that now. She knew she was running out of time, Jack had been gone for some time and she knew he would be back any time now and she had to come up with a plan. If she didn’t... she didn’t want to even allow herself to think of what that would mean.
After spending several more hours combing the room she could help from passing out on the cot for what felt like hours, but was actually minutes, she took a shower. Well not exactly a shower, Jack had lowered a hose through a hole in the ceiling and along with a bucket, a wash cloth and some cheap shampoo and soap she decided to try to make do with what she had.
This wasn’t the first time she had used these things, but she was praying it would be the last. The water was freezing yet felt good, it woke her up in much the same way a slap in the face forced you to attention.
Jack’s absence had allowed the wounds on her head and body to heel, not by much, but they didn’t feel as tender or painful in the past few days since Jack had left for Canada. Looking at her body she looked like she had been in a series of cage matches and lost but the cold water and soap gave her the illusion of washing it all away; the pain, the embarrassment, his smell, his hands touching her in ways that were nothing short of disgusting.
Finishing up she got dressed, deciding to put on the warmest clothing she could find. She had decided she was going to make an attempt to free herself no matter what it may cost her upon Jack’s return. His absence had convinced her that she had nothing to lose, and if she didn’t do it now he would likely chain her back up and she would lose her only chance at freedom.
Since Jack had left she worked endlessly on freeing a section of the pipe from the wall. The entire time she was down there she never heard water running through those pipes so she came to the conclusion they were no longer in use, at least she hoped they weren’t.
Almost as if she were being smiled on a section of the pipe came free at almost the exact moment she heard the door shutting from what she figured was the entry way to the house.
Because the room was never light she was granted with at least the element of darkness as well as surprise, she hoped. Getting herself into position on the side of the door so he wouldn’t see her immediately when he opened the door she locked her hands around the pipe and waited for him to come in the room.
Standing there waiting for him she could feel her heart pounding in her ears and her stomach felt as though it was in her throat. Fighting the overwhelming desire she had to throw up due to nerves and the cripiling fear of what would happen to her if this plan didnt work. She knew she only had one chance and if she didn’t get out after this attempt to break free he would most likely chain not only her hands but also her feet to the cot and any punishment she had received up until now would look like nothing. Her hands were shaking so bad she was afraid she was going to miss when she made her attempt to swing at him.
Doing every breathing technique to calm her-self and be prepared for the small window of opportunity she hoped she would have.
Just then she heard him shaking his keys looking for the right one that would unlock the door and within seconds there he was.
As soon as she had the right angle and the back of his head was to her she swung the pipe as hard as she could at his head and like a safe he fell to the ground.
Taking the keys that had fell to the ground when she hit him she ran out of the room and shut the door.
Having watched him come and go enough times she knew there was no knob to lock the door because it was a key lock.
Her hands were so sweaty and shaky she dropped the keys twice before finally calming herself enough to find the right key and lock the door. It was just in time to because as she was running up the stairs she heard him banging on the door, screaming at her to let him out.
Finding herself on the main floor of the house she noticed that the door that led down to the lower floor where her cell was also had a key lock. Knowing she couldn’t be too careful she shut the door and found the key that would lock that door as well.
Knowing she should call the police she suddenly felt a feeling of calm rush over her. One she hadn’t felt, in she didn’t know how long.
Not knowing if it was because of lack of food or existing in almost complete darkness and terror for so long but she had an overwhelming desire to search the home that had been housing her prison. She wanted to know how Jack did this, how he was able to get away with it, she felt she deserved to know at least that, and for her own state of mind she NEEDED to know at least that.
Going through the main floor of the house she found nothing unusual, so she made her way to the third floor.
That’s where she found all of the items he had stored away up there; chloroform, duct tape, rope, chains, locks, several items of clothing ranging in styles everything from winter clothing to comfortable light weight summer items.
Having her suspicions confirmed that he had never had any intention of letting her go.
Then she found the logs he kept.
One chronicling every day she had been kept, 15 in total all in red, as well as over 30 in black.
Quickly flipping through the books she realized that each black book corresponded to a different year that he had been planning his revenge, different things he wanted to do to her, ways to get back at her for making him fell as though he had been manipulated and deceived, and each red one talking in detail of the humiliating things he did to her each day he held her prisoner. Every time he sexually attacked her, every time he smacked her, threw her against the wall, beat her, called her a bitch, promised her that this was all her own fault for rejecting him, it was all documented in the book.
For a second she was almost impressed with how thorough he was but then she almost laughed because all of this made it that much harder for him to get away with what he had done. He was never going to get away with this and the sick thing is his own words, his own meticulous record keeping, was going to be his own downfall, it was what would send him to prison.
She finally made her way back down to the main floor of the house and looking out the window she saw it was snowing, she smiled the first smile she could remember in the longest time, there was nothing like a great snow storm. It seemed to wash away all of the bad and bring about a clean, fresh start. She thought that was fitting somehow.
Picking up the phone she made the call, not to the police but to a number she now remembered like she remembered her own name.
After only a single ring she heard his voice and the smile that was already on her face grew at least twice the size it already was.
“Hello?”
“Don?”
Don was still at the cabin in Maine and thought he was about to fall over when he heard her voice, for a second he didn’t say anything because he thought he was simply hearing what he wanted to hear.
“Don, are you there?”
Finally being able to find his voice he questioned the voice on the phone. “Meryl?”
She smiled hearing him call her by her name. She knew he had to be surprised to hear from her and she couldn’t help but smile at that as well.
“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily did you?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that, that was something only she would say in this situation and in a way it told him everything he needed to know. She was okay, she remembered, just the tone of her voice was enough to tell him that, she didn’t have to tell him he just knew.
“Hey Don you going to come and get me or do I have to call someone else?”
Laughing again at what she had to say, she walked out to the front of the house and gave him the address and walking two houses down she saw the street sign and told him that as well, because it was the old fashioned street signs it displayed the state’s name as well, and she was able to tell him that the house she was at was located in Maine. He was reluctant to hang up the phone but she convinced him.
“Babe it’s snowing I don’t want you driving in this weather while talking on your phone.”
If there was any doubt that she remembered it was gone with that one sentence, he did know how much she hated him driving and talking on the phone especially in less than ideal weather conditions and now he knew that she remembered as well.
“Okay boss I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Just as he was about to hang up she stopped him.
“Hey Don?”
“Yeah babe?”
“I love you you know?”
He smiled a smile he hadn’t in what felt like forever upon hearing her say that. There was no reservation, no doubt in her voice as she said it, it was just like it had been before the accident and he knew she was going to be just fine.
“I love you to beauty.”
And with that he was out of the cabin and in his car...
THE END...
Okay there it is … hope the ending lived up to whatever your expectations may have been.
Thanks to those of you who read this story and commented, any one who attempts fanfiction will tell you how helpful the comments are.
Let me know what you thought of it and depending on your reaction there may be a sequel although that will be up to all of you … so let me know!