Confined

Chapter Three

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  I looked around at my old playroom, exactly how I last left it seven years ago. Even the dolls were left untouched, not counting the layers of dust that covered them, along with everything else.

Man, I really need to talk to dad about making this room more of a teenagers space, not a toddlers.

  Walking past all the toys that held year of memories, I walked straight into the adjoining bathroom, and into the large walk-in closet in the said room. Moving things to the side, I located another vent, and repeated the process I had done less then thirty minutes ago. After crawling ten feet in, I unlocked a tinted, soundproof glass panel, and locked it after crawling through. I crawled around, soon reaching the vent on the dining room ceiling.

  "I still remember the time Faith filled our bathtub with tadpoles. It smelled for days." My parents were taking to their friends, and I quietly moved on to my siblings rooms.

Faith was sitting on her bed, talking to our older, twin brothers. Nathan, the more serious of the two, was leaning against the wall facing the bed, while Sean, the biggest goof in the history of goofs, was hanging upside down on Faiths swivel, desk chair. Of course spinning.

"She's scared, guys. So freakin scared. I've done research, and the amount of runaway Forbiddens that have been raped and/or kidnapped, has gone waaaay up in the past year. If they get kidnapped, they're almost always used as sèx toys. As you know, the government is of no help. They reward the sickos, and tell them to keep up the good work. People make a living of the horrid act." Faith had tears running down her face, and Sean quickly got up and, after staggering for quite some time, comforted our sister. Nathan seemed to be lost in thought, but I knew he cared. Nathan keeps walls up, so he doesn't show much emotion. However, if you watch him long enough (which I have done many a times in the safety of the vents), you interpret his body language as his feelings.

"It's okay, Faith. Hope is safe here." Sean rubbed Faiths back, and she backed away from him, shaking her head.

"You don't get it. These kids run away, because they are so sick of living in confinement. It's enough to drive them mad. So, they run away, hoping to escape what they call a prison. In reality, they're entering a prison. What if Hope decides to leave? She's so sick of this, I know she is. Even though she tries to act strong, she's broken inside. What do we do? How do we help her?"
Nathan was pacing back and forth, pulling his hair.

"How are we supposed to watch over a sister we aren't supposed to have? How can we protect her? How wou-" I was sick of hearing it, so I spoke up.

"You guys don't have to protect me. I'm not stupid enough to actually run away from home. The similarities between Faith and me would be enough for the officers to identify me. I'm not a little girl anymore. I understand that I'm not the only one at risk. I understand that if I run, I might as well be running straight to Hell." They all stared at the vent, gaping. Realizing that I couldn't just turn around and go to my room, I opened the vent, and stepped out.

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A/N

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hope is being a little trouble maker. Trust me, this is just the beginning of it.

So, if you paid any attention to the whole "me not updating until you guys vote for your favorite blah-blah-blah", it's obvious that I'm not going through with it. Tbh, I knew that I wouldn't go through with it.

However, I still want to get your advice on a story that you want, no matter what kind of story it is.

Anyway, how do you like this chapter? How are you liking the story so far? I'm open to any criticism, but I'll love to hear good things!

Welp, I'm on to hopefully update Synder-Ella. Ciao!

-SailorLexie