Escape

Babysitter?

When I look over to the place he lay, I see the weirdest sight ever. The tall, fit, broad shouldered man is sitting on top of Ryker, staring at a piece of paper in his hand. Ryker has obviously given up on struggling and is simply lying there, face down into the sofa.The most interesting part was the difference between the two. Ryker's ice pale skin contrasts so much with Jason's olive tan skin. Ryker looks like a ghost.

"What are you doing?" I question, shoving Scout into the armchair. When she tries to get up again I push her with more force. "Oh, and do we have rope?" Jason doesn't look up from the piece of paper yet doesn't ignore me.

"What exactly happened last night? And look in the closet by the front door." I nod, running to the wooden door beside the main one. When I open it, an empty closet is revealed. Exempt from the box of crayons and jumble of rope that lays in the center of the small space.

The only thing that bothers me is the fact they have rope in the closet. I scoop up the rope and turn to Scout who has once again ventured out of the chair. I rush over to her once more, pushing her into her seat. When I think she's as settled as she'll get, I begin strapping rope across her and the chair.

After about three minutes, I finish and turn to look at the boys who are in the same position as before. But this time, Jason's mumbling something.

"How the hell did I get his number?"

"Who's number?" Ryker chokes from below the taller, man.

"I don't effing know. That's why I'm asking!"

"Call it dumbass." Ryker coughs, and then throws up onto the floor. I wrinkle my nose.

"Oh no no no no no no! You are not calling that number!" I call, snatching it from Jason.

"Uh Seth, can you let me go? I'm not even that bad. I had a shot glass of whiskey." Scout grumbles.

"Then where were you trying to go?" I demand, standing farther away.

"I was going to take a shower, then Cade dragged me out here." She struggles against the crappy rope job I did.

"How was I supposed to know? I thought you were going to murder me."

"I will if you don't let me go." She gnarls. I undo the rope and run behind the chair, fear in my eyes. "Bastard." She stumbles into the wall before closing the door.

"Now I'm left with you two..." I sigh. Jason finally gets off Ryker and is sitting in the chair originally occupied by Scout. 

"What happened?" He asks me.

"You left me here. And for good reason. You guys are so messed up." I say, looking at Jason. His eyes have rings under them, and his olive skin is paler. 

"I'm sure." He responds, still looking at the paper. 

"Here. I'll call." I say, snatching the paper before he can react. I punch in the numbers in using Jason's phone on the counter.

It rings once before a reply is heard. "Jason! Baby! Finally decided to call did you?" A girl squeals. In my best impersonation, I ask her,

"What's your name again?" She tsks and gasps before responding.

"It's me. Veronica. From last night." I cover my talking piece and shout to Jason.

"It's that Veronica ditz from last night." He glances over, trying to recall her. His face sparks in recognition.

"Oh her. Her... boyfriend came over after she left."

"Sorry but this isn't Jason. This is his roommate, and he says that your boyfriend, your ex, I should probably add. He confronted Jason. The bastard. Also, lose this number, never call again, and get lost jerk. Jason isn't interested." I explain, shutting off the phone, and blocking the number I just called.