Damn red heads are feisty, I thought to myself. I looked at what she gave me and noticed they were my car keys. How did she get my keys? I had no idea but was glad to have them back. If only I knew where my car was, then I'd be ecstatic.

            My good mood vanished as soon as I realized, I just gave Jazmaine's address to a complete stranger.

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Ava's Point-of-View

            That was way too easy. He should've at least put up some kind of fight like I expected. And he supposedly has feelings for this girl. Ha! What a joke.

            I strolled down the street, occasionally looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being followed. The night air was refreshing against my skin. It was the end of fall and the sky was a depressing gray. I hurried into Jazmaine's backyard and found a great spot to hide until he showed up.  

            It didn't take long actually. It was barely half an hour before he showed up at the house. The one thing I have trouble understanding is: how can he keep coming back to torture this girl without any sign of being sorry?

"He's never sorry," I mumbled to myself.

            Once he was inside the house I quickly and quietly pursued him. I waited until he was all the way up the stairs to begin going after him. I hid behind the door of what I presumed to be Jazmaine's room.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she cried.

"I already told you," said Ted calmly.

            That's what I hated the most about him. He acts so calm, as if he isn't doing anything wrong, like he's the victim when he's not. I hate him. With all of my heart I hate him. He makes me sick.

"No you didn't," insisted Jazmaine.

"I will repeat it then. You are my slave, my property, my new play thing and you will be for as long as I want you to be," he said sickeningly.

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Jazmaine's Point-of-View

 "I will repeat it then. You are my slave, my property, my new play thing and you will be for as long as I want you to be," he said with a sick smile on his face.

"I'm nobody's property. I don't know who you think you are but your most definitely not—"

            I looked over to my door and partially hiding in the hallway and signing for me to shut up was some girl I've never seen before. Even if I didn't know her, I still took her advice and stopped just as quickly as I had started.

"Never mind," I said solemnly.

"Good. Now I feel like playing. Let's play a game," Ted said gleefully.

"I don't want to play," I replied sourly.

"You have no choice," he retorted. "I brought you a little outfit to wear this time. Emphasis on the little," he finished.

            He pulled out the tiniest cheerleading outfit I've ever seen from a bag I just noticed he was carrying. God this guy needs help. He even had pom-poms to go with it.

"I'm not wearing that."

"You have to."

"Like hell I do!" I shouted.

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