Chapter Eighteen

Hide and Seek?

            At that point all females ran from the room. We took the back way up the stairs and headed for our mom’s room. We shut the door and bolted it behind us. Nothing, not even a bug, could get in. It was virtually soundproof and there was a button we could press to call the police. Our mom pressed it but nothing happened. There should’ve been a quiet beep to let us know it worked but nothing happened. A screwdriver was conveniently placed beside her and she unscrewed the metal casing around the button. Behind the casing, a variety of wires had been cut. Someone who obviously didn’t know which would work decided to cut practically all of them. That left us with no way to call the police. I left my cell phone down in the living room and so did Vicky. Mom’s was in her purse which was located in the kitchen.

“What are we going to do?” asked Vicky.

“I don’t know,” our mom answered truthfully. I had no idea either so I stayed quiet. “We’ll just have to wait. Derwin is the only one downstairs that knew about the button so he could find us eventually.

“So how were the wires cut?” I asked.

“Maybe he cut them,” said Vicky.

“I don’t think he’d do that,” I said.

“But Ted would. I told him about it when he proposed,” admitted mom.

“You totally just screwed us,” I said.

“Well I’m sorry Jazmaine but as you can see, I’m here too,” she said.

“This isn’t the time to be arguing,” said Vicky. “Everyone just shut up because if you keep talking then Ted might hear us and I don’t think we want that.

            Vicky was right. It was impossible that’d we’d last longer than two hours if we kept getting all worked up at each other. We’d just have to stay deathly quiet and pray for the best.

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Yuki’s Point-of-View

            The girls did the right thing running away but I couldn’t help but think “What about me?” I could fight but I wasn’t sure I could win a fight against a guy with a gun.

“You guys should run too,” said Ted.

“I don’t think so,” said Derwin. “Put the gun down dad unless you’re too much of a punk to fight us without it.”

            I don’t think reverse psychology and name-calling is going to help I said to myself. Miraculously enough, Ted threw the gun aside.

“I didn’t know gay guys fight,” said Ted.

“I’m not gay.”

“Whatever you say.”

            Ted lunged at us trying to take us on at once but that was probably the stupidest thing he could’ve done. I fluidly moved to the side and caught him with a punch to the jaw. Derwin ducked under Ted’s arm and knocked him off his feet.

“You ready to give up?” I asked.

            He chuckled and got to his feet. This time he tackled me and before I even realized what was happening, I was on the floor. Derwin pulled him off of me and started throwing punches. I turned my head to the left and in my line of sight was the gun Ted threw on the floor. I thought I could end this right now but I’ve never fired a gun before or even held one. I crawled on all fours hoping to not draw attention to myself. Behind me things were being broken but I didn’t stop to look. I reached the gun and grabbed it. I jumped to my feet and pointed at Ted.

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