escape

| Chapter 13 |

I was so tired. Honestly.

It was approximately 1am but Peter and all his friends chatted non stop while Sasha and I sat, well laid in tiredness, on one couch.

At first it was really fun, I really like her. We played twenty one questions until we reached this point of fatigue. We both decided we were horrendously tired so we decided to chill. Our silly conversations were lying around hobbies, like, dislikes, and much more.

Often, Peter and Austin would briefly glance over, probably making sure we weren't scheming an escape plan.

I had my eyes lightly shut, nearing sleep, where as Sasha sounded to be way past that already.

"Ready to go to bed love?" A voice who was rubbing my shoulders said. The accent told me all, but I ignored his terms of endearment, too tired to even want to protest.

"I guess." I said. I was about to open my eyes to allow myself to walk, by I was stopped by arms picking me up. I curled into the persons chest, attempting to avoid the light as they carried me up all the stairs. I like the fact they carry me, I don't have to walk all of those stairs.

Mikayla! Stop it, your too tired to think and your thoughts are outrageous! I scolded myself. I tried to fall asleep while I was being carried, but I would guess climbing up stairs carrying a person in your arms isn't easy. I feel myself being placed on my comfy feeling bed as I'm on the verge of sleep. As I'm about to close my eyes, I feel a pair of lips kiss my cheek before the door closes fully and all light had been liberated, leaving in the darkness alone and confused.

Why would Peter show such affection in such methods when sometimes he can be downright coldhearted?

My eyes drooped and I drifted in to sleepy land as the thought still tentatively wandered my mind.

***

"Morning sleepy head." A familiar voice cooed. I opened my eyes to see Peter sitting at the end of my bed.

"Morning," I said and gave him a weak smile as I sat up. Peter smiled.

"Someone's slightly eager to see you." I see Sasha pop her head out from the door.

"Can I come in?" Sasha asks with a smile. Peter nods before getting up and leaving. Sasha walks in and investigates my room.

"Oou what's in yo walk in closet girl?" Sasha asks caustically. Lets just say, Sasha mainly picked out my entire outfit today.

***

We lazily sat on my bed as we watched the grey clouds slowly overtake the sky. We had chosen my outfit, went downstairs for lunch and now we had sat outside on these lawn heirs for quite a while, and Sasha had to leave soon sadly.

We both slouched across our lawnchairs, often talking about silly little things.

"Have you ever thought about trying to... Escape?" I asked hesitantly.

"At first i did but now I don't try because it's near impossible."

"Well, you said near Impossible, which isn't impossible." I instigate.

"The chances are slim, also I don't want to be punished, those are brutal." Sasha let out a low laugh.

I joined her in slight laughter, "I agree."

"Have you ever thought about it?" She asked me.

"I've considered." I say tentatively. We chuckled before going back to silence. I also noticed it started to get darker outside, probably ,earning it was going to rain soon. I like rain. There's something about the brume it creates as well as the vibe it composes.

"Sasha!" A deep voice calls, "Mikayla!"

"Coming!" We both scream at the same time, bursting into a fit of laughter afterwards as we popped up from our lawnchairs and ran inside.

Once we finally reached the indoors on the main floor, we entered the living room to find everyone sitting around. Austin and Peter stood up.

"Sasha, time to go." He tells her as they walk towards us.

"Awww!" Sasha whines.

"Say your thanks and goodbyes." Austin instructed before Sasha obeyed. Going through the room, Sasha gave everyone hugs and said her goodbyes. When she reached me, we swapped numbers and shared a big hug.

I think that I've found a trustworthy friend.

***

I pulled a piece of pepperoni pizza out of the box from the short counter of the mini bar before walking over to one of the dark grey couches in the basement. The guys had already taken majority of the pizzas. They had taken the large Hawaiian pizza upstairs, leaving Peter and I with the medium pepperoni one in the basement.

I began eating as Peter descended the stairs. I continued to eat as he grabbed his pizza and strewn his body across one of the large couches, using up a massive couch all to himself. I really didn't care though. I was taking up half a couch myself.

Once I finished eating, I watched the muffled TV mindlessly, barely even knowing what was going on. I had finally shook myself from my faze and leaned back into the couch.

"I heard you guys, you know?" Peter said smugly yet seriously from the couch opposite me.

"Heard us what?" I honestly had no clue, but in a way I think I said something I shouldn't have.

"Don't you know?" He asked caustically.

"No?" I replied, it sounding more like a question.

"Oh you know," He said while looking down at his pizza, "I heard you guys talking about escaping," He said looking up at me curiously now, "Am I correct?" He said as he switched to a seated position, looking at me curiously. As if he can tell the answer by looking through my eyes.

I gulp and look down at my hands. Busted. Its not bad though, I have been kidnapped. I take a deep breath and look up to the ceiling.

"Yes." I said semi-confidently, "We did."

"Why would you need to talk about such things?" He questioned me. His extremely calm manner had began to scare me. You never know, any time he could burst out in a fit of rage.

"Well I am kidnapped," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Pardon?" He said extremely grimly, "Pardon?" He said raising his voice. "Your complaining about us kidnapping you? At least we haven't abused, raped or even killed you yet! We give you everything! A safe place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, a place to sleep safely, and somewhere where you wouldn't get hurt, abused or worse! And this is what I get? Fine then!" He yelled before walking over to the mini bar.

I burst out into tears. This is the first time he's actually yelled at me. I heard him slam his fist on the mini bar counter as I ran out of the basement and up the stairs.

You may be wondering where I'm going? The only place I can escape my mind.