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Hearing the picture frame’s glass shatter, the two quickly shot a look over towards the sound, as some glass shot over at Carla cutting her cheek just a little. A faint little red line burned on her cheek as she quickly looked back at Ethan, him still frozen looking at the picture. It had only been a few seconds since the picture hit the floor, before Kimberly’s voice boomed through the kitchen, Carla tensed just as Ethan did. The two were now watching Kimberly as her heels clicked quickly across the floor before she reached down to the picture frame. Carla wasn’t sure who she was more afraid of at the moment. The monster on the other side of the table or the she-devil mob boss daughter that was pretty ready to kill the both of them. Carla was pretty sure in that tight dress that Kimberly didn’t have a gun, but maybe being killed in other means was worst.

Ethan was the first to speak, making Carla cover her head shaking again, as the anger within the thin tall woman was unleashed on her bodyguard. Carla was the type of person to freeze in the sight of danger. She was like a mouse trapped in the corner, the cat just waiting for her to make the move and send her through hell. Hearing the chair move the moment Ethan was gone, Carla shrunk back into the other chair away from Kimberly as she was screamed at again. She looked up at Kimberly crying as well before nodding with fear taking over her whole body. She quickly crawled around the table and ran at full speed, her steps soundless as she only made the stairs groan a little before she opened a few doors and closed them before finding her room and closing the door quickly. She blinked a few times before pushing over a dresser in front of the door. 

She slipped to the floor, taking in sharp shallow breaths as she hyperventilating, the cut on her cheek now leaving a small trail of blood down her cheek. Carla felt like she was going to die.

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It took almost two hours for Carla to calm down, she fell asleep laying on the floor just before the dresser she pushed in front of the door, the lights had never been turned on. She wasn’t sure what time it was when she woke up stiff and in pain. She groaned a little trying to work out the stiffness in her neck before rolling her shoulders and arching her back. She reached up to her cheek and touched it trying to remember what happened to her. She forgot the cut on her cheek as she tried to rub off the crusted blood on her cheek before breaking the seal and the blood touched her fingers. It was then that she recalled being cut and finally stood up. She turned on the light, and turned to the mirror in the room before looking around the room to find something to clot the blood again. She found some tissue and held it to her cheek as she sighed sitting on the bed. She looked around the room, quiet for a long time.

When she finally noticed Ethan sitting outside her window, she screamed a little and rushed to the other side of the room watching him roll his eyes grumpily before looking away again. It took her a bit to get herself calm again. She looked around the room just thinking, her mind racing with too many things to count. She finally decide she was going to try and break out of this house. She threw her bloody tissue on the bed and struggled with the dresser as she pushed it across the floor, it loudly echoing it’s way downstairs.

Sighing a little when the dresser was out of the way, she peeked out the door a little, knowing Ethan was watching her. She looked back at him with a matching cold look. “I have to piss, I’ll be more then welcome to do it on the bed asshole.” She said wondering if he could hear her or not. He still looked at her his eyes a little narrow before she sighed and pushed her knees together and held her hands over her lady bits and did a dance. He struggled not to smile and pointed towards the bathroom before looking away. Carla smirked. “Sucker.”

Little did she know that every room but her own was reinforced with bars on the windows, and an odd board system. Carla was almost ready to give up and just cry again, when she realized the woman from before wasn’t up here. So slowly she went towards the stairs to see a light beaming from the living room right next to the front door. Surely there was another way to get out of here. Sadly Carla found out after walking around the main floor that she was fucked. She was just about to tip toe towards the door and try and get away, when she narrowed her brown eyes. There was another one of those card things that hotels had on the front door too. She really was a prisoner. Seeing that her only hope of getting out was that window upstairs she started to cry softly.

She just stood there staring at the door, all the weight of her problems and events of the last two days crushing her. She heard a page of a book flip over again, finally snapping herself out of it making her tip toe towards the living room and peeking in. Her eyes widened at the sight of the gun. She looked back at Kimberly who looked far too into her book to have noticed Carla there. She knew that by now Ethan would have wondered where Carla was, just before Kimberly’s phone started to ring. Carla’s eyes went wide and she panicked. She ran into the room clumsily grabbing the gun and pointing it at Kimberly. “Let me go.” She yelled still crying. She was confused, lost, and totally alone.