7
Alana
I open my eyes,and the intricate swirl design on the ceiling is the first thing I see. Now I’m wide awake, and my aggravation is coming back full force.
I’m still locked in this fucking room! I glance at the clock on the nightstand, and a few hours have gone by. I’m already getting restless thinking about how many more could pass until I’m out of here. The idea of staying in this place for another second makes me dig my nails into my palms as my frustration slowly climbs.
I eye the mess on the floor, a visual representation of just how pissed off I was moments after I realized the door was locked. The asshole switched the knobs and filled the keyhole with super glue just so I wouldn’t be able to pick it.
He really thought of everything.
I can’t believe he’s locked me in here like some sort of psych patient. I look around the room, and it looks like a Tasmanian Devil ripped through it with how fucked up everything is. The only things left standing are the bed and part of the dresser. The mirror that was attached to it is shattered, and Kameron’s clothes are torn apart and full of glass; I made sure to keep Megan’s out of the mess since I need clothes to wear. Maybe I did go a little overboard. I didn’tintendto destroy so much, I just needed something to substitute punching Kameron in the face, and I went downhill from there. I can’t believe I’m still here. Where the hell are my brothers! Fucking Blue, I try not to think of Ian.
I can’t right now. It’s baffling to me that Kameron has been able to get away with this shit.
It doesn’t help that my stomach feels like I’m on a roller coaster. I’m nauseous as fuck, like I’ll throw up at any moment. Maybe it’s my anger upsetting this kid. I don’t know; I have no clue about what would upset a fetus. Now that I’m still and thinking about it, the only thing I feel bad about is putting it through that kind of fury. I hate the fact that I’m pregnant, and as terrified as I am of this thing coming out of me and it being Kam’s, I have to think smarter than I’ve been. I have to protect it, regardless of who turns out to be the father, it’s…it’s mine.
Ours.
I press the butt of my hands into my eyes, swallowing guilt and trying to breathe through a wave of sea sickness. It’s too late to think about it now- the damage is already done. Yet as I try to calm myself, my rolling stomach only worsens.
I would open the windows to let in some fresh air, butKameronhas that base covered too. They’re nailed shut, and lucky for him, they’re made out of the world's most indestructible glass. No matter what I threw at it, it just wouldn’t break, and I wanted to hear the glass shatter and see it rain down so fucking bad. The fact that it wouldn’t is what got the mirror broken to pieces.
I can already feel myself going stir crazy.
I take a deep breath and try to collect my thoughts but being trapped in this room is making all of my other thoughts jelly. All I can focus on is the fact that I’m stuck here for who knows how long!
Calm down, Alana,I think to myself, sucking another breath in, but again nausea washes over me.
The smell of the sheets fills my nose, and I repress a gag when it hits the back of my nasal passage. It’s a familiar scent, like the expensive shit some of my wealthier marks wore mixed in with the light powdery perfume Megan likes to spritz herself in. I can’t stand the two scents separately, but together, they’re worse. And the baby doesn’t like the concoction either. Every time I inhale, I have to stop myself from throwing up.
I smirk at my belly. Looks like we have something in common.
I push myself up and get off the bed so I can rip the sheets off the mattress, and I do it more aggressively than I mean to. Everything about being stuck in this room is working together to make it as unbearable as possible. I can’t even be comfortable!
I toss the sheets to the floor in the far right corner of the room before climbing back on the bed to strip the pillows. When I’m free of the smell, I lay back on the mattress with my head on the opposite end. At least now my nausea is gone, but the anger boiling in the center of my chest is ever present.
You need to calm down.
Veronica’s voice comes to me loud and clear in the silence and almost startles me.
Hearing her voice for the second time today only agitates me more. It’s not often Veronica speaks, but when she does, it’s to tell me what I need to do or what I should, and right now, her condescending, know-it-all tone is the last thing I need. Her self-righteousness is beyond nauseating, and she can’t pull that I’m unbiased card after she tried to throw herself at Blue, which is the most disgusting shit ever.
I’m trying to help you. We need to work together if we’re going to get out of this, and you need to keep a level head around him, Alana.
Her voice drives me up the fucking wall.Sheshould know that getting Megan out of danger and shitty situations ismyspecialty. She’s always sitting back watching from the sidelines, trying to dictate everything. Veronica knows what I’m capable of, even if Megan doesn’t.
I’mgoing to get out of this alone,I bite back.Like I’ve been doing my entire life. I’ve been coming to the rescue since before we got boobs. I know what I’m doing!
So then getting yourself locked in this room was a part of your masterful plan to get us out of here?She says back with no hesitation, her tone patronizing as usual.
Well, if you know how to get out of here, then you do it!I fume.You’re talking like you have a plan.
You have to get him to trust you, Alana. If you keep this up, you’re going to be locked in a closet.
Like hell, I’d let that happen! I’ll kill him first.
You already tried and failed, thank God. You’re smarter than this. Stop acting like an animal and think.