The Vault. Pt2

Author – Jimbo

We had been locked inside the Vault for hours when Charlie finally returned, his brother Bobby threatened to beat him up again. This made Charlie reluctant to unlock the door, more out of fear than anything else. I desperately wanted to leave and tried to reassure him he would not come to any harm but Charlie did not trust his older sibling or his mates.
Charlie said he would get his other brother Chris to come and unlock the door and protect him at the same time. Bobby said their eldest brother would be at work. We weren’t going anywhere soon. I was hungry and cold, especially my feet, I pleaded with Charlie to at least give us our trainers back but he refused.
‘I want my shoes!’ Demanded Jeff.
Charlie ignored him before leaving us again. We were all pretty pissed off, if Chris does come and release us then Charlie would be safe, their older sibling was 25 and he could easily defend himself from Bobby, Jeff and me.
Having been locked up and shoeless all afternoon it was a relief to hear Chris’s voice coming from the stairs.
‘There had better be a good reason why you’ve brought me inside this abandoned building, I’m in a hurry. I am supposed to be meeting a girl from the office right now.’
He and Charlie appeared. Chris stared momentarily before bursting out laughing. He assumed we were trapped inside the vault and asked if we had called the fire brigade to rescue us.
‘We ain’t trapped, Charlie has the key, he says he’s too frightened to open the door. He knows I’m gonna beat the shit out of him when he does.’ Said Bobby.
Chris laughed even more, then he looked at our feet.
‘Where are your shoes?’ He asked.
Chris was doubled up with laughter, tears streaming down his face as I explained.
‘You’re telling me that a 13 year kid locked up three 17 year olds and took away your shoes aswell? You sad bunch of losers!’
Bobby demanded to be let out. ‘Just open the fucking door and give us our shoes.’ He said with embarrassment.
‘If I didn’t need to be somewhere else right now, I’d have fun with you three, you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.’ Replied Chris.
He looked at his watch before telling Charlie to fetch the key and our trainers. The youngest sibling left leaving Chris staring at Bobby through the bars with a big grin on his face.
‘You can’t blame Charlie for being frightened, after all if he had me locked up I would want to beat the living daylights out of him too.’ He said looking at his watch again.
‘I need to meet this girl, I’m already late. I’ll open the door, demand you don’t lay a finger on him just to cover myself if dad finds out. Then once I’ve gone you can beat the crap out of him.’
Bobby began to smile just as Charlie returned carrying our trainers. He dropped them on the floor and nervously gave the key to Chris. I could feel a sense of relief, my shoes were just feet away and the door was opening.
We moved towards the open door, Chris stepped forward spreading his arms to create a barrier, winked before telling us not to harm Charlie. We pretended to agree, as Chris turned to face Charlie the door was slammed in his face. Chris had inadvertently stepped inside the vault to make his fake gesture of protection and Charlie had seized upon it.
‘What the fuck!’ Shouted Chris.
‘I overheard your conversation, you weren’t going to stay and protect me!’ Screamed Charlie at his eldest brother.
‘Open the fucking door!’ Demanded Chris angrily.
I now knew where Bobby got his temper from as I watched Chris scream at Charlie.
Chris got out his phone, Charlie smiled knowing it was useless down here in the vault.
Chris was still in his office attire, Charlie looked at his brothers feet, he was wearing a pair of black Chelsea boots.