Free Obsessed by Bella Maybin

froze.
     
    Seconds dragged by as I stood waiting for Jackie to burst through the door. I stared intently at the handle waiting for its fateful turn. Someone had to have heard that. But nobody came. I exhaled as some of the tension drained from my shoulders. The window was now up about six inches.
     
    I turned back to the task at hand. The window now moved more freely in its frame. This was my chance. I pushed it all the way to the top and had one leg dangling outside before I could think about it. There was about a five foot drop to the ground below.
     
    I lowered myself slowly. My strength had certainly been sapped from my time here. The drugs, and abuse, and only God knows what else had taken its toll. The sensitive tips of my toes met the dirt outside. The fresh air gave me a desperately needed boost of energy.
     
    To the left, and toward what I could only assume was the front of the building, was a long, dirt road. There was an old truck, beaten and worn, parked close to me. Behind it, were several motorcycles. It was a sea of oiled leather and shining chrome. They seemed to stare back at me, ominous and intimidating.
     
    In the other direction was an expanse of wilderness. The property was littered with motorcycle parts, old tools, and an assortment of other rusty things. It backed right into the forest. That would have to be the way out. The fear of entering a harsh natural environment paled in comparison to the idea of remaining here and waiting for whatever fate was in store. Even naked and weakened, I was willing to take my chances.
     
    The faint scent of cigarette smoke curled its way into my nostrils. Initially, I pushed it to the back of my mind. I was focused on the terrain around me. But then, it registered. Someone was nearby.
     
    Then, I noticed the muffled sound of voices in the close vicinity. Men’s voices. Oh my God. They were just around the corner and getting closer .
     
    The slight murmur shifted to clearly audible conversation and laughing. My head spun back to the left. They were just around the corner. They were probably walking to the bikes. If they were, they would surely see me. By the sound of it, they weren’t more than ten seconds away.
     
    Panic washed over me. Between me and the safety of the trees was a clearing that covered about fifty yards. It seemed impossibly far away, but tantalizingly close at the same time. Could I make it before they rounded the corner? Bare footed and having to navigate a litany of what was sure to be broken glass and rusty scrap metal? Could I do it without making any noise?
     
    My brain was making these computations and weighing the risk versus reward prospects without so much as my divided attention. Flight was definitely the right option, but to where, was the question.
     
    As if guided by an unseen hand, I made my decision. And back into the bathroom I went. Head first, lifting myself back in through the window with a power and swiftness that I would have sworn to you I never possessed.
     
    Nose, before ass, before ankles, I fell down to the bathroom floor with a deafening crash. In my minds eye, I could see my captors shift their attention. There was no questioning this time whether anyone heard me. I knew they had.
     
    With one last burst, I jumped to my feet and slammed the window shut. It was all I could have asked for that it went down without the same fight it took to slide it up. Then, I clambered backward into the tub, ripping the ratty shower curtain away from its hooks as I fell. I landed with another thud on the slick tub bottom. The water, which I had turned to the hottest setting, scalded my skin. I suppressed a yelp as I scrambled back away from it.
     
    I heard the door fly open and crash into the wall behind it. The door knob, no doubt, leaving a sizable divot in the wall.
     
    “What the fuck…” screeched Jackie as she blasted her way into the room.
     
    She yanked the shower curtain back and looked down on me with