ROXANNE
I was scared. More scared than I had been when he had strangled me behind the club. This guy didn’t seem to care at all that he was hurting me, he actually seemed to want me to die or something. I didn’t know what it was he had against me, but I knew enough to try and make things better. I had to apologize, that was all I could do. I couldn’t wait to get out of Stephano’s house.
I didn’t take the pill like I was supposed to, but I tucked it under my tongue while the security guard was strangling me. When he let go, I inhaled deeply and the pill slid right down my throat. I panicked at the thought of the methadone getting into my system.
When I had had a surgery a few years before, they tried to give me pain medication and it almost made me stop breathing. I really couldn’t risk the methadone getting into my system. If I stopped breathing at Stephano’s house, no one was going to call 911. Stephano would just let me die.
“Fuck, I swallowed it,” I whispered to PJ after the guard left.
“Can you vomit?” she whispered back.
“I’ll try, but there’s cameras in here. I can’t stick my finger down my throat.”
“I could do it for you, pretend like we are fighting?” PJ said.
It was pretty incredible that even after the way I had been treating her, she was still willing to help me out. I really didn’t want to feel the effects of the methadone on my body. I hated to take pills and I knew it would make things very difficult for me once the pill was running through my veins.
“It’s all right. Why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll look around to see if there are cameras in the rooms, too. I’ll find a place.”
We didn’t have much time, and I couldn’t waste the little bit of time that I had by trying to find a place to puke. While PJ got into the shower, I looked in each of the rooms to see if any of them were camera free. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much luck. All of the rooms had cameras in them. I had to think of a new plan.
While the rest of the girls were getting cleaned up for dinner, I made my way to the stairs. The guard that was over there was much nicer than the other one. I had seen him around the club before and although I couldn’t trust any of Stephano’s people, this guard was one that I thought I could manipulate a little bit.
“I need to go up and talk to Stephano, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m going to be sick,” I said to the guard.
“Use the intercom if you want to talk to him. He doesn’t allow any of the girls upstairs.”
“This is something I need to say in person and I think he will allow me upstairs. I’m just helping with the girls. I’m not one of them,” I said sweetly.
I liked this guard much better than the guy standing by the back door. He seemed like he wouldn’t hurt us unless we were about to hurt him. I made a mental note to try and get the two guards to switch spots if we could. It would be much easier for us to get out the back door and into the yard than it was going to be to get upstairs.
“Use the intercom,” he said again.
“Never mind, I am feeling sick. I think I need to go lie down.”
I made my way to the bed that they had assigned me and crawled under the covers. I was about to do something absolutely disgusting, but there was no way around it. It was disgusting and I really hoped I wouldn’t have to sleep there that night after I did what I was about to do. But I had the privacy I needed to try and vomit.
With two fingers gagging myself, I vomited into one of my hands and then let it drop into the garbage can. It was absolutely disgusting. I quickly tied the top of the garbage bag and pulled a new one out and threw it in there. I had to hope that there was just too much going on downstairs and no one had actually seen what I did.
As I made my way back out into the main room I tried to find Ana. I wanted to talk to her so she knew what to do when we saw the guys break in to the house. We were going to need to act fast and with all the drugs in her system, I didn’t know if she was going to be very much help to us.
“Ana, how are you?” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her.
Instantly, she pulled away from me and looked at me like I was crazy. Hugging wasn’t something I was known for, that was for sure. But I reached up and hugged her again.
“I met Jordan, she’s trying to rescue you,” I whispered in her ear.
“Jordan,” she said as she looked at me in her daze.
“Shhh, we can’t talk. Do you want to help me clean up the kitchen?”
I had to think of something that would allow us to talk but keep us as far away from the guards as possible. Cleaning the kitchen seemed like the best option. If we had gone into the back room to do laundry, I thought it would look too much like we were sneaking around.
“We can get plates for dinner,” she whispered.
“Yes, that’s a great idea, let’s get the dishes ready for dinner.”
It was hard to see Ana so drugged up after seeing her doing so much better earlier in the day. I could tell that the more she took the drugs, the harder it was for her to think clearly and I desperately needed her to think clearly if we were going to get out of there safely.