Kidnapped

Chapter 8

My fingers fold around the pen laying on Five's desk. No ink comes out, but I don't need any ink. I need something that can help me escape. This is my only way out, my only way to run.

When I was younger, I used to play with my neighbor's nephew who used to come to his uncle, my neighbor, every weekend. We used to play a lot. I remember our favorite game; a game where we imagined that we were thieves. The best of the best.

A chuckle leaves my lips when I think back of those times. Mike taught me a lot. He made sure I always had a friend. Now he even comes in handy because he taught me how to open doors. Thanking him for teaching me all those things, I am ready to use our game for my escape.

Five's door opens quickly after years of practice. We might've been kids, but I never forgot the hacks and the tricks Mike taught younger me.

I don't doubt and immediately walk out of the room. My eyes scan the hallway; there isn't anyone in here. My path is clear. The only real problem I have are the stairs. The old wood even cracks when a minuscule hair falls on it.

"Great..." I try to make no sound at all. My feet slowly place themselves on the steps, and go to the next ones even slower. I'm surprised that it doesn't even crack that much. I must've been taught very good by my neighbor's nephew, Mike.

But I can't think that this is a damn game.

It isn't.

If Five sees me now, he'll probably  to hurt me. I remember his aggressive way of telling me that he would on the first day of being here. Then I wanted to escape just as much as now. And now it's finally happening. I'm getting the fuck out of here.

Once downstairs, I force myself to listen first. When no sounds are heard, I rush myself to the door. Behind that door is my freedom. My frightening future. Without my parents. Without anyone to help me.

I grab the latch and open the door. The fresh air fills my lungs, and a smile comes upon my lips as I walk outside.

I'm free now.

But what do I do now?

Where should I go?

Where will Five never find me?

He'll find me. . . someday. But not soon. I have to make sure of that.

For a moment the freedom already freaks me out. Worries fill my head. What do I do? Where do I hide? Who can I trust? Who does Five not know about?

Mike. My neighbor's nephew, Mike. Yes, he'd be proud when I'll tell him he was the reason I could escape. He'll be surprised to see me, but I'll finally be safe. He'll help me.

I start walking again. It's not the closest, but that's a good thing. I need to be far away. I want to be far away. I remember my neighbor telling me about Mike's new place. When he was eighteen, he left his parents' house. I knew he would. He told me so many times. He also told me that I still would always be welcome. I hope that still counts. . . after a year or two.

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Other times I'd be freaked out by the dark. The howling wind would frighten me extremely. They still do, but the determination makes me go on. The house isn't much further away.