forget? He had gone on for nearly an hour explaining how they would always know where she and Alex were with those. Macy and her brother had rolled their eyes at each other, both knowing they could leave their phones somewhere if they were going to sneak anywhere.
Not that Macy was one to sneak around. Her brother was the master of sneaking in and out. She knew he was seeing friends who smoked with him, but she wasn't about to tattle. He assured her that he wasn't doing any other drugs. She had told him that as long as he wasn't doing anything dangerous, she would keep their parents out of it.
Macy was sure if she ever got back home, she wouldn't sneak out again. At least not to meet someone she had never met before.
"Focus!" She shook her head. Thinking about all that wasn't going to help her get back home. Or even out of the barn.
She continued to pace in circles, staring at the bales of hay and the wood she was determined to peel away. As she walked, the room felt like it got smaller. She felt it might close in on her if she didn't do something soon.
With a sudden burst of determination, she ran at the nearest bale of hay and pushed on it as hard as she could from the bottom. It moved up into the air a couple of inches before dropping. Macy moved her fingers out of the way in time.
She balled up her fists and went to the other side of the room, startling the rodents. She narrowed her eyes at the bale and crouched down as though in a race.
"Ready. Set. Go." She ran at the hay and used her momentum to push it up. It went up farther but soon dropped down again. Not to be deterred, she returned to the other end of the room and repeated the imaginary race. She got the bale a little higher, but again, it dropped.
She repeated the process about five more times until she was too tired to try again. She lay down on the bale she had made a bed of and kicked her feet in frustration. She pounded on the wall next to her, not caring that it hurt her hands. She felt blood dripping down. All she had to do was pile up the hay and she could get out, but she couldn't even do that.
Light shone through the boards, mocking her. She pounded on the wall harder, so much so that little specks of dirt fell onto her, getting on her face. She wiped them away, and leaned against the wall. Hot, angry tears fell to her face, and she did nothing to stop them.
She let herself sob. Feeling the pain deep down in her gut, she let out a scream. She heard the animals move around above. She didn't care. She screamed again, that time louder.
"Why did I get into that truck? Why was I so stupid?" She got up, tears still pouring down her face, and kicked the hay. "And why won't you help me, you stupid bales?"
Macy reached down and pulled out pieces of hay, throwing them around herself. She grabbed more and threw them too. They came out easier where she had been kicking. She pulled out as many as would come and chucked them around the suffocating, little room. She let out another scream for good measure.
"Why? Why? Why?" She leaned against a wall and slid down until she was sitting on the ground. How had she been stupid enough to get herself into this situation? No one else she knew had been kidnapped. Only her. She had to be a special kind of stupid. It was no wonder no one at school ever wanted anything to do with her. In fact, the only guy who ever had any kind of an interest in her was a fake. He was a stalker. Some old dude, determined to turn her into his probably-dead daughter.
She put her head onto her knees and sobbed again. What was she going to do? Was there any possibility of her getting out? Even if she managed to get one bale on top of another, would she be able to get enough piled up to reach those boards?
And did it even matter? Her family would think she ran away. Maybe they would think she was happier without them. If Chester came back and killed her, it might be the best thing for everyone.
Face still on her knees, she continued to
Not that Macy was one to sneak around. Her brother was the master of sneaking in and out. She knew he was seeing friends who smoked with him, but she wasn't about to tattle. He assured her that he wasn't doing any other drugs. She had told him that as long as he wasn't doing anything dangerous, she would keep their parents out of it.
Macy was sure if she ever got back home, she wouldn't sneak out again. At least not to meet someone she had never met before.
"Focus!" She shook her head. Thinking about all that wasn't going to help her get back home. Or even out of the barn.
She continued to pace in circles, staring at the bales of hay and the wood she was determined to peel away. As she walked, the room felt like it got smaller. She felt it might close in on her if she didn't do something soon.
With a sudden burst of determination, she ran at the nearest bale of hay and pushed on it as hard as she could from the bottom. It moved up into the air a couple of inches before dropping. Macy moved her fingers out of the way in time.
She balled up her fists and went to the other side of the room, startling the rodents. She narrowed her eyes at the bale and crouched down as though in a race.
"Ready. Set. Go." She ran at the hay and used her momentum to push it up. It went up farther but soon dropped down again. Not to be deterred, she returned to the other end of the room and repeated the imaginary race. She got the bale a little higher, but again, it dropped.
She repeated the process about five more times until she was too tired to try again. She lay down on the bale she had made a bed of and kicked her feet in frustration. She pounded on the wall next to her, not caring that it hurt her hands. She felt blood dripping down. All she had to do was pile up the hay and she could get out, but she couldn't even do that.
Light shone through the boards, mocking her. She pounded on the wall harder, so much so that little specks of dirt fell onto her, getting on her face. She wiped them away, and leaned against the wall. Hot, angry tears fell to her face, and she did nothing to stop them.
She let herself sob. Feeling the pain deep down in her gut, she let out a scream. She heard the animals move around above. She didn't care. She screamed again, that time louder.
"Why did I get into that truck? Why was I so stupid?" She got up, tears still pouring down her face, and kicked the hay. "And why won't you help me, you stupid bales?"
Macy reached down and pulled out pieces of hay, throwing them around herself. She grabbed more and threw them too. They came out easier where she had been kicking. She pulled out as many as would come and chucked them around the suffocating, little room. She let out another scream for good measure.
"Why? Why? Why?" She leaned against a wall and slid down until she was sitting on the ground. How had she been stupid enough to get herself into this situation? No one else she knew had been kidnapped. Only her. She had to be a special kind of stupid. It was no wonder no one at school ever wanted anything to do with her. In fact, the only guy who ever had any kind of an interest in her was a fake. He was a stalker. Some old dude, determined to turn her into his probably-dead daughter.
She put her head onto her knees and sobbed again. What was she going to do? Was there any possibility of her getting out? Even if she managed to get one bale on top of another, would she be able to get enough piled up to reach those boards?
And did it even matter? Her family would think she ran away. Maybe they would think she was happier without them. If Chester came back and killed her, it might be the best thing for everyone.
Face still on her knees, she continued to
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