𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎

| 8 | Attempted escape | 8 |

Rj had just got home with an exhausted face. He'd been taking Tristan everywhere to try and get him some friends. The point of that is for him not to talk to Milo very much anymore; was it a smart idea? Anyway, Tristan ran into the house still full of energy. He ran to Milo's 'room' waiting to tell him how his day was but before Tristan had reached the door handle Rj called for him. Tristan had ran over to Rj staring at him with an adorable little smile.

''What do you need?''  Tristan spoke excitedly.  

''Are you wanting to go to school tomorrow?''  Rj had asked softly.

''Yeah but only you're dropping me off?..''  Tristan spoke but a bit less excited.

''Yeah only me, Milo can't go with us. Now go pack your bag.''  Rj said with a slight tone of frustration. 

Tristan ran off to his room to get ready for tomorrow; a big day! As Tristan shut his door Rj had walked over to where his hostage was. Rj had one hand on the handle and one hand turning the key. Milo had heard the previous shout for Tristan and now the handle was turning slightly; he started to struggle. Rj had heard something behind the door but it sounded muffled. He opened the door without hesitation only to see Milo facing the floor, hands still tied and sat in the chair. 

''You really don't know how to escape without bringing a chair with you, pathetic.''  Rj stated with a slight smirk on his face.

''Oh shut up! Like you can do any better you freak!''  Milo exclaimed.

''What did you just call me you little shit?! Do you even know who you're talking to!''  Rj vociferated back.

''Well I would know if I didn't have a god damn blindfold on!''  Milo raised his voice again.

Rj forcefully shoved the chair upright tugging the hostage with it. Milo could feel Rj's breath on his face as he leaned towards him. He couldn't help but to blush slightly. Rj untied the blindfold with one of his veiny hands revealing Milo to his surroundings.

''Now, how'd you end up on the floor. Trying to escape weren't we?''  Rj spoke in a relaxing voice but with some anger.

''What would you know.. it could have been a faulty leg on the chair!''  Milo staggered his words memorised by Rj's facial features.

''All legs on the chair attached, no loose ones either. Do you really think I'm that stupid?''  Rj said softly into Milo's face.

Rj got closer to Milo's pale face staring him in his tropical eyes. It was Rj's first time seeing Milo's eyes this close; he was dumbfounded.

''Maybe you should be a little more careful pretty boy.''  Rj whispered gently in Milo's ear.

Rj kept Milo's blindfold off and let go of the chair causing the boy's chair to rock shocking him. Milo stared at him with a rubescent look and his hair ruffled across his eyes. Without saying a word Rj walked out of the room locking the door behind him. Tristan was stood behind him  as he turned around.

''Woah- when did you get there.''  The taller man chuckled slightly

''Was something wrong with Milo? I heard you shouting at him.''  The kid asked.

''Nothings wrong with him. Just go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow.''  Rj put his hand on the kid's head and messed up his hair.

Tristan brightened up a bit and answered him ''Oh ok... Night dad!''

''Night Kid.''  Rj spoke back.

Rj walked away from the door feeling a bit flustered from staring into Milo's eyes. He sat down thinking, then the main phone rang. Rj had to answer.

''Hello?" No one answered back.

Rj looked frustrated. Prank callers again he thought.

A voice suddenly spoke with a wispy voice ''Ah hello Rj! I'm coming round in five, I hope that's ok.''

''Who did you say you were?'' Rj spoke quickly.

The caller hung up. Rj suddenly heard a thud near Milo's room.

'Better not be him trying to escape again, but why would he try to escape if he knows I'm still home. Something isn't right here.' Rj thought to himself.

He got closer to the door and heard muffled screams or was it talking, he couldn't make out which. He unlocked the door then reached for the handle with one hand and reaching for the knife in his pocket with the other. He slowly opened the door.

No one was there, only Milo still in his seat. He didn't bother checking on his kid first, he was sure it came from this room. He suddenly realized; leaving the door open he rushed towards Tristan's room bursting open the door.

No sight of anyone, not even Tristan.

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