chapter 13 | Roger

"timing is everything"

-unknown



Aria POV

I was clinging to that toilet brush for dear life as I heard heavy steps approach the bathroom.

Adrenaline started to pump through my veins.

I brace myself behind the door. The second that person is in my rage I swing the toilet brush at him and knock the gun out of his hands. It crashes to the floor making noise and glides to the corner of the bathroom.

I swing again and this time I hit something soft.

And a loud crack is heard inside the small bathroom. I broke this dipshit's nose.

But before I get to celebrate. I'm pushed to the ground so hard and so fast I feel the pain all the way up my spine.

"Zicke" I think I hear somewhere in the background.

(bitch)

Germans?

Before my brain has even a split second to recover. I feel the bathroom tiles underneath me start to move. The piece of garbage grabbed my leg and is pulling me. Oh not today asshole.

I go ballistic.

I start trashing, pulling, pushing, scratching, reaching around for anything. Anything that could save me. And at the same time, swearing like there is no tomorrow. I curse this man's entire family.

My words are cut off when he stops dragging me and looks at me from above, gets on his knees, grabs my face with one hand, and the other bringing it very close to my face in a fist. Like it takes everything inside him not to punch me until my face caves in. He doesn't have any mask and from the dim light of the flashlights I can see his eyes pretty clear.

And they promise pain. I freeze from fear.

Blood from his fucked up nose is dripping down on my face making this whole situation so much more scary.

I forget how to bread for a second, afraid he might lose it.

"Listen here you little shit" he growls in a deep accent, while squeezing my face harder. I start to tremble uncontrollably.

"I will-"

"Roger, das Packet muss unberührt bleiben", someone from behind Roger, apparently, said in an amused tone. Like this whole fucking situation is funny to him.

(Roger the package has to be left untouched)

I was still too terrified to move but managed to register what the other guy said, I guess I'm the package and they can't harm me. For a split second I wonder who sent these guys and if they know that I'm German as well. I mean Blake made it pretty clear that he knew everything about me, but maybe these guys haven't done their homework so thoroughly.

"Die Zicke hat meine Nase gebrochen" he yells back "Ich kann nur die Gefälligkeit erwidern" he whispers the last part, like it's only intended for me.

(the bitch broke my nose... I just want to return the favor)

Okay. At the mention of my nose breaking I snap into action. I start struggling again ignoring Roger. And when I stretch my hand and touch something metal. I look back in his eyes with the same level of 'I promise you pain' look (which by the way I don't think is that successful). Bring the gun up and hit him across the face one more time. This time harder.

Haha asshole.

He let go of my face and I managed to crawl backwards from underneath him, get to my feet in what might have been the swiftest motion I've ever done in my entire life and point the gun at the people sitting in the doorway.

This takes exactly 2 seconds.

I guess adrenaline really messes with your body.

They freeze. Roger, still on the floor, freezes. It's like time decides to stop for a couple seconds while I look in those people's eyes.

They look scary as fuck and I take a deep breath.

It's kill or be killed right?

I pull the trigger.

Nothing happens. The men don't even flinch. Roger just gives me a sadistic smile and slowly rises from the floor.

The fucking safety.

I look down at the gun. And the 2 seconds it takes Roger to get to me I find a small switch that I beg to all the Gods out there, is the safety.

I quickly flick the switch and pull the trigger again.

This time something happens.

A bullet comes out.

I yell. And cover my ears.

But when I feel a hand on my forearm, I don't think. I shoot again.

I hear yelling in the background.

I'm not conscious of my surroundings anymore. I squeeze my eyes shut and shoot again. This time the hand let's go.

I don't comprehend why. I don't question why. I have one chance to get out of here. This is it.

1... 2... 3

3 more bullets, gone. I know I don't have infinite ammo, so I open my eyes and assess the damage around me in a split second.

Roger is cowering in a corner and the doorway is clear. That's what I needed.

I don't think.

I sprint.

I spent some time in this room and have a general idea which direction I should take to reach the door.

After I exit the bathroom I don't see everything. I don't look around me. The outside world doesn't exist. I have only one goal. And that is the door. That's all I can see.

I don't focus on anything else. I clutch the gun harder in my hand and make my legs go faster.

After what seemed like an eternity of running, but were probably 3 seconds I'm in the corridor.

For some unknown reason I take a right.

And keep running. I don't think about my lungs that are about to explode. Or the tears streaming down my face. Or the ringing from my ears, that's so loud I can't even hear my desperate breaths.

I just keep running. I turn corner after corner.

Everything looks the same. Everything looks the fucking same.

I want to scream in frustration.

Until finally, after a corner I enter a big room filled with desks.

It looks like a regular office building. I look around. Run two rows to the left. Get down on my knees, crawl underneath the desk and cover my mouth just in time to hear footsteps enter the room.



A/N: Honestly that was pretty intense to write. I want to say that I know some basic german, but there might still be some grammatical errors in the german sentences.