The Hunting of Lewis (Part 18)

Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

At first, I was confused. What did he mean he got what he came for? He hadn’t even asked me for anything. I was going through what I had told him. It hit me when I remembered what I had said about how Lewis’s family was alive and well. He didn’t know that. He wasn’t aware that there was a whole living place below their house.

My heart was racing. “Why?! Why did I not think before I told him that? Why do I always do this?” I was on the verge of crying when the red-haired man came through the door. “C’mon blondie, boss wants to see ya.” He bent down as if to throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Don’t touch me! I have legs in case you forgot.” I didn’t know what had come over me, but I wasn’t going to continue to be sad. I was tired of feeling helpless. I didn’t want to be the girl who is forgotten in the story that they would tell.

I looked at the man, and said, “You better untie me, or your boss is gonna get pretty angry, don’t you think?” He walked over to me and knelt down to cut the zip-ties off my ankles. When they were off, he went over to the counter to put the scissors back. He grabbed more zip-ties while he was over there. “What are those for?” I asked. I have to admit, I was kind of nervous to meet who he calls “boss”, but I wasn’t about to let him know this. He gave me a look that sent chills down my spine. “We don’t want you escapin’ now do we?” He walked over to my chair and zip-tied my wrists together. “C’mon it’s time to go.”

(to be continued…)