Page 14 of Owned By Frank

I can't take it anymore and I stand up. Without stopping to think about it I kick the door with all the force that comes out of it. The wood makes a little noise which makes me look carefully at what happened.

I approach it and take the goatee. It opens as if nothing had happened, causing my mouth to fall to the floor.

It's fucking open!

I smile with joy and without further ado I leave the room in a hurry. And then, I run.

I run as fast as my legs will carry me. I don't know exactly what time it is but something tells me that everyone in this place is already more than asleep.

I run up the corridor until I find the second door, cursing in my mind at the thought of it being closed. As much as I think about it, I don't hesitate to try. My hand holds the knob, I turn it very gently.

I stay static, this one is also open. I don't give myself time to calmly assimilate the situation and I prepare to open it completely and run away.

I go downstream and rush to the main gate. I think it's the excitement or just that so much confinement has driven me crazy but right now I see my whole future. If that's stupid, but come on! I'm about to be free!

I jump at the front door. I don't even deign to look around, everything is dark and I can't see anything. Again I turn the knob and my whole body goes into a rage.

- Fuck! - I check underneath when I see that it has a lock.

I start knocking on the door with my hands and to end it all, I throw a punch at the god damn wooden thing.

- shit! - I shriek in pain, I see my knuckles when I feel pain.

Great now you fucked your hand!

The blood slides through my fingers, I shake it with the intention of decreasing the pain.

I hear a little laugh. Then I turn around in fear. I look carefully at where the laughter is coming from until a small lamp lights up. I sharpen my focus on that place until I find nothing more and nothing less than it.

- Did you really think you could escape? - Speaks with sarcasm.

I look at it with astonishment.

- Or did you just think I'd be dumb enough to leave everything open?

Then everything makes sense. Obviously he left the doors open, he played a joke on me and now I feel more than stupid.

- You like to make jokes, don't you? - I tell him with hatred.

- I was just a little bored...

I don't know exactly why, but that comment made me feel bad. In a way I have this insatiable desire to cry. Maybe because I haven't completely let it all come out until now. Maybe because everything that has happened has become a big gum ball and stuck to my chest. Maybe it's that which forbids me to breathe, maybe it's that which right now wants to explode.

- Does this make you laugh? Does trying to get my freedom back make you laugh? Tell me does it kill your boredom? - I sob.

His gesture has changed completely. Seriousness has been placed in those manly corners. His jaw is tightly clenched while those eyes become penetrating again.

In the blink of an eye he stands up.

I look carefully at what he is planning to do, but he just turns around and starts walking slowly.

- Follow me...

His voice sounds strong and firm. I notice that he has become angry, have I made him angry?

- No. - I say more firmly.

Stop and inhale heavily.