Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 1:41 PM
~18~ (Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 1:41 PM)
It took about an hour to get to Dad’s place normally, but I sped to get there, and I was able to get there in less than forty minutes.
I took my bat and keys and stormed into his house. I didn’t know if my dad was home, but I decided I was ready to take him out if I had to.
“LUKE!” I yelled “LUKE?”
I kept searching all around the house. I searched upstairs and I searched the main floor.
Seeming like I had searched every room in the house, I started to panic thinking that they were no longer there.
While in the library, I noticed that there was a bump under the rug. I pulled up the rug to see a metal ring. I pulled on it to see that it dropped down to a basement floor.
“Luke, are you down there?” I asked, loudly.
I heard nothing.
Clutching my bat, I slowly walked down the stairs. There was a very empty room that felt cool and damp.
“Luke?” I asked again. I heard some aggressively desperate moaning.
I looked down towards the corner of the room to see Luke sitting in a chair. His legs were bound at the ankles with duct tape. His arms were tied behind him in duct tape, and his mouth was covered with duct tape. His body was limp and leaning over, the duct tape tying his hands behind him being the only thing stopping him from hitting the ground.
“Luke!” I exasperated as I ran over to him. I lift up his head. His eyes were closed and I assumed he was unconscious.
“Luke!” I exasperated again as I shook him, then slapped him across the face. He awoke to consciousness, and his eyes opened wide.
I pulled the duct tape off of his mouth.
“Jack!” He said quietly, weakly, but happily. I continued to rip off the duct tape from his arms and then his ankles, completely freeing him.
“Dad is here.” Luke said quietly, terrified.
I could tell that Luke was really scared of Dad. But I wasn’t.
“Come with me.” I said to Luke as I grabbed arm. “We’re going to get out of here.”