Melia lay her wedding ring down onto the nightstand next to her bed and turned to glance around at the empty and spacious bedroom. She was instructed to stay put in the space by Jared until his return. That had been two hours ago. She told herself she could endure the confinement, that Jared would come back soon and that he wouldn’t hurt her. But every minute that passed seemed to move slower. There was nothing in the room for her to do: no cell phone to communicate (Jared had taken it), no television, no books to read. Amelia simply sat at the foot of the bed, silently quaking. The bedroom door was easily unlockable from the inside, but Jared had screwed on another lock on the outside.
Melia felt that he would soon be home, ready to drag her away, kicking and screaming. She didn’t know what he would do to her – beat her into the wall, rape her, or worse – find and hurt Alice.
Amelia felt her stomach start to flip at the thought. She held back a gag, pulling her hand over her mouth. The thought of him, breaking into Alice’s house and throwing her, threatening her and slapping her before her parents got home, taking her away with no help. And then coming home, grabbing Amelia by the shirt collar, and planting his lips down her neck.
They felt like poison.
Amelia ripped herself from the silk quilt. If another minute passed and she was still stuck in Jared’s bedroom, she’d scream.
“That’s it.” she growled. Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get out.
“I know what I’ll do.” Amelia whispered to herself. “I’ll break out of this room and flee to the Gate. I’ll hide in Animal Spirit.”
The young lady took a step toward the door. Her heart was pounding. Jared had no time to punish her from the other day’s escape; her family had been home much that week, so he didn’t have time to bruise her or give her a bloody nose. She thanked God.
Amelia inched closer to the door until she reached the lock.
This is my only way out, She realized. She could not jump out the window without falling to her death, though at this point, she would not have minded that alternative. There was no magical air duct she could crawl through. She could only exit the way any other normal person would have left.
Amelia grabbed the knob and yanked back and forth. The opening wouldn’t budge. Breaking through was her only option.
At first, she body slammed the door with a gracious thump that shot a lightning bolt of pain through her shoulders. Then she yanked at the knob. It barely quaked under her strength.
“Crap.” Amelia ran a hand through her black hair. She wasn’t strong enough to break the lock. She began to search the room for tools – a hammer, a metal bar, anything. She combed through his closet and stopped when she noticed a shiny metal bat glimmering beneath a stack of old clothes.
Amelia reached for the bat and bound for the door; the weapon felt similar to her two-handed sword in Animal Spirit. She spun it around a few times in her hand, feeling its weight as it pulled toward the floor. Then she flipped it up suddenly, holding it just above her shoulders. She took the pose of a batter, preparing to swing…
And swung as hard as she could manage into the wooden door, like a child trying to break open a pinata.
The door had a massive crack now, dead in the center. Amelia swung two more times at the door until she finally cracked a hole big enough to fit her arm through.
“Yes, yes!” Amelia cheered. She fought the urge to cheer and spin around. All she had to do was get her arm over to the lock now. She threw her arm through the hole and felt her hand slam into a firm object.
“I see you’ve been having quite a party.”