“Ugh!”
I’m so tired, and pissed. And completely done with this. I stomp around the room, muttering to myself.
I kick the door and pound on the wall before collapsing on the floor, not caring if someone hears me or not.
Why does everything have to been so damn hard?
Noah’s big brown eye peeks at me from the hole in the wall, and I crawl to where he is.
“Anna, are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just sick of being in this room,” I answer.
“Tell me about it. Did you get the hinges off?”
“No, I need a tool or something. This room looks like it’s going to fall apart around us, but that stupid shutter will still be in place.”
His eye closes for a long minute. “Do you think he’s gonna let us go?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
Noah disappears from the hole, and I’m sorry I had to be so blunt, but I’ve learned that being prepared for the worst possible scenario is sometimes the best way to avoid the worst possible scenario.
Rules for disappearing
by Witness Protection prisoner #18A7R04M:
Be forgettable. No name brand clothes or anything remotely cute….
New rule by Anna Boyd:
Be unforgettable and high maintenance. It’s surprising how well this can work for you if done in the right way.
door pops open and Vader sticks his masked head inside. I’ve been waiting for this moment all morning.
“Do you need anything?” Vader asks.
“Yes. I need tampons. And Advil. And possibly a heating pad. And a change of clothes and new underwear.”
I may not know what he looks like but I know he’s a guy and not a very old one. If there’s anything that freaks a guy out, it’s talking about your period and actually asking for them to buy supplies. A girl’s menstrual cycle is a guy’s kryptonite.
Even with the mask, I can see the panic in his eyes.
“I’ll probably need another shower, too.”
My plan is to get out of this room again and I hope faking a period will do it. I was so focused on taking a shower last time that I completely forgot to scope out that other bathroom for something that could help me. And what are all those papers on the desk? Thomas’s plans? I need to get back to that room.
He mumbles something I can’t understand and quickly slams the door then turns the lock.
It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would before Thomas sticks his head back in the room. It’s the first time since we’ve been here that he’s not dressed as a priest.
“I understand you have some feminine issues this morning.”
Luckily, I was already in the fetal position on the mattress so I look the part. “I have really bad cramps. I’m going to need a change of clothes and some tampons.”
“I don’t believe you.” This doesn’t faze him like it did Vader.
Oh, crap. He’s calling me on this.
