Camaro was so engaged; she kept barking and jumping up to catch the sack. I
knew if it landed in her mouth, she’d rip it to shreds, so I played Keep-Away for a
while. She was fun to play with, and she made the game far more challenging with
her running around.
Some time later, my lunch finally came. Romero held the silver tray in his hands
as he walked around me still hacking the sack and set the tray on the table. I
ignored him as he regarded me still playing and stalled the sack at the top of my
chest.
“Well, look at you. You can balance a sack on your tits. That’s adorable,” he
commented.
“Oh, fuck off, Romero,” I said, my eyes watching the sack as I pushed my chest
forward and kicked it again as it fell toward my foot. I was still pissed at him.
I could feel him walking toward the door, but as he came up next to me, just
when I was about to kick the sack midair, he swatted it right out of my path,
knocking it to the ground. And that was when I did the smart thing, rechambered
my leg, and side kicked him right in the ribs and knocked him on his ass to the
floor. Romero fell with a loud thud, his face shocked and confused as his hand
wrapped around his side.
“What the fuck!” he shouted from the floor.
“That’s what you get for being an asshole all the time!” I shouted.
“How the fuck?” he whispered under his breath as he stared up at me.
I shrugged. “What’s the matter? Didn’t expect that from a pipsqueak shortcake
like me?”
Romero stood, his hand still clutching his side as he glared at me.
“I’ll have your outdoor privileges removed,” he threatened, his finger pointing
at me.
I shook my head at him. “Try it, and I’ll have your breathing privileges removed.
Go ahead and tell Darren you let me get the drop on you … literally.” I smirked.
He snickered, shaking his head and stalked forward toward the door, opening it
just enough for him to step through.
“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon. I understand staring out the window is a
pastime of yours.” And then he slammed the door shut behind him.
Motherfucker!!!
I was not spending the rest of the day locked in this room because of that
asshole. He wanted to play games with me? Well, game on, motherfucker.
He was fucking dead.
I charged for the closet to change my clothes and placed my coat, hat, gloves,
and Camaro’s little coat in a duffel bag and headed into the bathroom, leaving the
bag on the counter. Heading back into the bedroom, I calmly ate my lunch,
finishing about ninety percent of it and calling it a good effort. Walking back into
the bathroom with Camaro in tow, I closed the door and turned on the faucet to the
bathtub and began putting on Camaro’s coat while it filled.
Once the tub was full, I turned off the faucet and put on my coat, hat, and gloves.
Grabbing Camaro, I walked over to the window that was wide enough to fit me,
picked Camaro up and climbed out the window, landing on the soft padding of the
snow. Luckily, no one was around as I placed Camaro on the ground and attached
her leash.
Strolling off toward the trees, I wanted to put as much distance between me and
that house as possible. I’d probably get in trouble for sneaking off, but I had a
feeling those idiots would have it worse, so that made it worth it. Darren said I
could go outside after I finished my lunch, and I did that. So as far as I was
concerned, I had Darren’s permission to go outside. My guards didn’t trump him,
and it wasn’t fair that they thought they could take away something Darren had
given me. So fuck them. I wanted them as dead as my freedom was. Besides, it
seemed like Darren was trying to sweeten me over a bit, considering this whole
trip. He’d ruin it if he brought hell down on me for sneaking away because my
guards were assholes. They should have the same standard as a prison if that was
going to be the case. Guards were not encouraged to taunt prisoners; it makes them
want to do all kinds of bad shit, but if you treat them nicely and with respect, you’ll
have a much more compliant prisoner.
As we strolled,
