Chapter Six: Saving Silhouette
I played with my fingers again. Any moment and he would come down. I had been timing it—he was consistent for days now. He wouldn’t just skip today. No. Even if he was going to skip today, he would’ve told me by now. I sit further back on the sofa. Waiting was pure torture.
Today is going to be the day.
Right on cue, he opens the door to the basement. I could tell right away because of the sudden rush of light. I sit up straighter. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. I had to look presentable. It was either that…or nothing would work out. I saw his feet as he came down the steps—taking one at a time very slowly. I couldn’t wait any longer. My fingers were starting to twitch, as they did when I was his presence.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, shock spreading over his features as he saw me there sitting on the couch, waiting for him. He didn’t say a word as he stared at me—and I knew that it was now or never. My heart beat started to pick up. “Glacier,” I said, standing up.
“Silhouette,” he answered as he started to walk towards me. My heart beat got so loud that I could’ve sworn that he heard. He walked straight past me—towards the cabinets. Probably to check to see if I had enough food. I closed my eyes and swallowed, before opening them again and turning to look at the back of his head.
“I’m sorry for trying to run away. I see now the error in my ways. You’re only trying to protect me from the cold world—I get that now, Glacier. I see the sun…and the sun is you. I was just the naïve little girl who thought she could survive in a cruel world—but you’ve shown me it’s true light. Thank you.”
He stopped what he was doing, but yet he didn’t turn around. I could feel my hands starting to shake again, and I placed them behind my back. “And, as for the love you have for me...I…Glacier….I’d like to try and love you back.”
He whirled around to stare at me now—his eyes shining with hope. His posture indicated that he wanted to run over and throw his arms around me, but he withheld himself. “Silhouette…are you…for real?”
I smiled and went over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I’m for real, Glacier. I want to love you.”
The troubled look in his eyes vanished, and for once I saw a brief flash of happiness—to be replaced quickly by with hope. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he smiled.
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With each passing day, I managed to get him to trust me a bit more. He became comfortable around me, and even started telling me how his day went. As if we were a happy, adoring couple. But, he never did let me out of the basement. It got to the point that he would sometimes do as I asked. He brought me a few books to read. Eventually, he was no longer hesitant to go out and get any book that I asked him to anymore.
His first mistake.
He didn’t question the books he was getting for me—and so I continued asking for books. He apparently didn’t notice the pattern in the books I was reading.
Mystery books. Mostly all of them. They all revolved around a detective that
picked locks, and did a lot of
sneaking around.
I also read a lot of fantasy books, where a lot of them had action in them. They all had a lot of
fighting techniques and sequences.
The other type of genre I read was romance. I read a lot about how berries fell in love with one another, and
how they acted when they were in love.
He thought I was just an avid reader—which, I was—but he never suspected a
thing.
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I was facing the mirror when he came downstairs.
“Silhouette?” I saw him say through the reflection of the mirror. I don’t get up; instead I just simply smile at the mirror, knowing very well that he could see me.
“Yes?”
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, gesturing towards the stairs.
I nearly gasped aloud. “Do you mean…upstairs?”
His smile grew bigger as he twitched—something he’s been doing since day one of my captivity. “Yes, darling,” I internally flinched when he called me darling, “it is upstairs. I think we’ve…moved a great distance since before. I can trust you upstairs, now.”
I got up carefully and followed him over to the stairs. He walked up the stairs first, and I followed.
"I know how much you said you liked seeing the scenery...so I thought I'd bring you upstairs to see it..."
I nearly fainted. I can’t express to you how nice it was looking at something other than the same room for all those days. The sunlight shown through the windows, and I wanted nothing more than to go over to the sunlight and sit in it, to feel the warmth again on my skin…
…but when I made a move towards it, Glacier pulled me back. I immediately knew that he didn’t want me in front of the windows just yet…a part of him feared that I would escape again. I stared longingly towards the sun.
We will meet again, my friend.
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“I love you,” Glacier said to me one day as we sat on the couch. It had been a few days, and Glacier actually allowed me to go sit on the couch—in the sun. It wasn’t the same as having the sun on my skin, but it was better than nothing.
I smiled back at him. “I know.”
This answer didn’t please him—I saw it in his eyes before his body became rigid. “That’s it?”
I chose my next words very carefully. “What do you mean…‘that’s it’?” Apparently this wasn’t the correct answer, either, because he retracted his arm from around me as he stood. He began pacing back and forth in front of me.
This was when I learned to fear him the most—when he was infuriated, easily angered.
He whirled around to face me suddenly. “Every time I tell you that I love you…that’s all you have to say to me?
‘I know’? Never an, ‘I love you, too’?”
I stood from the couch as well, trying to pick my next words wisely. “I—” I cut myself off when I noticed the pupil dilatation within his eyes—Shock. I turned slightly, towards the window, and saw it with my very own eyes.
A berry walking up the sidewalk towards the house.
Suddenly, Glacier grabbed me with his death grip, and ushered me over to the basement door – I tried my best at refusing, digging my feet into the floor – but he managed to shuffle me along anyways like I was a doll. He threw me into the basement, and I nearly tumbled down the basement stairs but managed to stop myself in the nick of time. I looked up to see Glacier say, “Stay out of sight,” before slamming the door in my face, probably locking it as well.
I stayed where I was on the floor, almost too terrified to move. My arms ached where Glacier had violently grabbed me, and my knees stung with rug burn. My head continued to spin around in circles. Somebody was coming to visit Glacier after…how many days of my captivity? And I was supposed to
‘stay out of sight’?
No. Screw that.
I scrambled to my feet and looked out the windows on the door, at the visitor and Glacier, who, thankfully, wasn’t looking in my direction. The visitor, however, was. It was then that I recognized his face.
Candlelight.
I nearly jumped up and down screaming, but I couldn’t let Glacier realize that I was disobeying his command of staying out of sight, but I had to get Candlelight’s attention.
I waved my arms around—very cautious not to hit anything that could/would make noise—if Glacier noticed me first, he would surely do something to Candlelight and all that trust I had built up would be for nothing. After eternity his eyes flickered in my direction, then back to Glacier. I noticed the slight pupil dilatation in his eyes right before he turned his gaze back to me.
His eyes went as wide as they possibly could, and his jaw hit the floor. Glacier started to turn his head around towards me, and I ducked down low so he wouldn’t see me. I counted to four before peeking through the window again.
I apparently have looked through the window in the middle of an enraged Candlelight’s sentence. “You sick son of a berry!” Candlelight exclaimed, right before he folded his hand into a fist. He suddenly reeled back his hand before he sent it flying forwards—hitting Glacier square in the jaw.
Glacier fell to the floor, and Candlelight moved towards me—towards the basement door—but stopped short when he saw the look on my face.
“Key,” I said, even though I knew he probably couldn’t hear me through this thick door—I had spent countless hours screaming without anybody hearing me—I made an unlocking motion with my hands, and after the second time using the hand motion, realization crossed his face as he nodded and went back to Glacier, who was still on the floor.
Candlelight grabbed Glacier by the front of his shirt, just as the key fell out of Glacier’s pocket onto the floor. Candlelight apparently saw it as well—or, heard it—and grabbed it, dropping Glacier and coming over and unlocking the door.
I took a few steps out of the basement, and looked up as Candlelight goes, “You’re safe, now, Silhouette, I promise. Now…let’s get you home,”
I started to full-on sob. I nearly dropped down to my knees, but he caught me, holding me up. Eventually he just swooped me up into his arms and took me out of Glacier's house.
All the way to freedom.
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