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Ow. It hurts. Nope. Don't do that.

Okay. Hungover is a bitch. I can't even lift up my head. Thank god I can at least tilt it a little to one side. I noticed a glass of water and two pills of aspirin.

"Thanks sis" I mumbled more to myself because Ivory wasn't even here.

I gathered all my strength that my weak body had and managed to shuve the pills in my throat and slide it down with a glass of cold water. I felt it going down my throat, stomach and further.... well you know the drill... so after a good 30 minutes I was able to think and move. I made my way to the bathroom where I took a shower. It made my day 10 timed better because now more than a half of the hungover was gone and I was hoping that the rest will fade out soon too.

The house was quiet... too quiet... I walked to Ivorys room. Empty. Livingroom. Empty. Kitchen. Empty. Every other room. Empty. Until one moment. When I was walkin through the hall conecting kitchen and moms office, I noticed a note on the basement door.

'Naya,
I probably should have said this in person but I had to rush out and you were so cute just sleeping there... so I cleaned the house with some help and went out on a road trip with my squad for at least a week. There is something in the basement. Don't freak out. IT's tied up and all you need to do is keep an eye on IT, because IT knows how to get away. Hope you have fun with yourself and don't let IT get away.
If you need me, call me. But not too much.

Love,
Ivory'

I freaked a little but decided to still check the basement. I opened the doors, turned on the light and walked down the stairs. Our basement was pretty nice, comfy and cute. Nothing scary at all. it had a lot of space there and a pole in the middle where me and Ivory had a fun time playng our favorite game when we were kids. One of us would tie another somehow to that pole and the tied one would have to reliece herself. That's how we learned to free ourselves pretty much from anything.

"Holy crap !" I screamed and quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket. I dialed Ivorys number and she picked up pretty quickly.

I: oh hey Naya, didn't expect your call just yet.
N: Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Why the hell you left me alone, why the hell did you call HIM IT and why in the bloody hell WE HAVE A FREAKING BOY LOCKED IN OUR BASEMENT, TIED UP TO A POLE AND HAS YOUR BANDANA ON HIS FUCKING MOUTH ?!?!?!
I: chill, Naya. Everything is under control. I need him to stay there. And a new friend for you isn't bad... it's just that he tends to be a little dangerous sometimes. Be careful. Love you.

She hung up.

Nice.

Very nice.

I'm alone in the house, with a dangerous cute boy in my basement and I have no idea who he is....

Never been better...