Chapter 4
(Nya POV)
It's been three weeks now. Apparently no kid ever made far when they ran from Marco, so now Antonio and Anthony take me to and from school. I'm supposed to stay downstairs all day until the twins decide they would like to do a routine check on my door, window, closet and so forth. The only thing they don't check is my suitcase and I'm glad. Why? There just that dumb.
So now I have to sit down hear with Anthony and Antonio and watch T.V. till like one in the morning and get up at six to get across town to school. Even on weekends. It's been terrible. I can hardly keep my eyes open all day and when I finally do I only get like five hours. No wonder their so lazy.
That's not even the worst part though. Marco's people don't come to watch the house while I sleep, becuase they think I'll sneak away, till nighttime so I have to spend every day sandwiched inbetween Anthony and Antonio on the couch while they burp and watch George Lopez do stand up comedey. Sometimes they don't come at all. That's actually where I am now.
"Hey,what did the pear say to the apple." He asks.
Unconciously I say. "Does my but look big?"
Then like a repeating machine George Lopez says "Does my butt look big." Then he says "Oh no it's just green and ugly. Pear-fect size though,girl."
I bust out laughing while the twins give me fake shocked looks. I stop. I told my self no emotion. Twelve years and what finally gets me is a George Lopez joke I've heard a hundred times. I'm such an idiot.
"You can laugh!" Antonio says still faking shock.
"Yeah." I mumble scooting my self as far away from both of them as I could on their tiny couch. The rest of the night goes on in silence.
At one AM their flipping through the guide and they find a scary movie marathon that goes on until noon tomorrow. They decide their going to watch the whole thing. No, no, no. I know it's Friday but I mean I'm already going on practically no sleep. I'm fed up with it. So I decide to take on a different. Sometimes Anthony complains about his girlfriends whining and says he'll do anything to stop it. "No." I whine. "I'm tired, I want to go to bed."
"Nope your staying right their." Anthony says without glancing at me.
"Aren't your thugs here yet to watch me sleep like the stalkers they are." I ask.
"No their not coming tonight, and shut up."
Damn it. I cross my arms and sit back. The marathon begins and I roll my eyes at all the bad movie effects as it draws on and on.
It's about three AM when my eyes get so heavy I can't take it. I try and fight it but I can't seem to move. I drift away into an endless pit of sleep.
I wake up and Marco is there the twins are gone. His eyes are red with black slits. He's got white fangs hanging out of his mouth.
"Nya." he says his voice normal. "Nya. Come here Nya."
Tears start to run down my face. I'm so scared, all of these years I've pushed down my fear for rationality and anger. I start backing up and his face starts changing. The room is shrinking. "Watcha scared of, runt." The face of a past foster parent says.
His face begins changing into every foster parent I've ever had, and they all have something to say about how worthless I am.
"NO, NO, NO, NO" I scream "I AM NOT JUST AN ORPHAN I HATE YOU ALL YOU MONSTERS I'LL GET YOU FOR RUINING ME. MY LIFE. AND LEAVING ME NOTHING BUT HATE IN MY LIFE YOU TOOK ALL THE LOVE I HAD LEFT AND KILLED IT!"
"No." The face of Rene, a foster mom I had years ago that I actually liked says. Her voice was soft.
"You took it from yourself." Her voice becomes harsh. "I tried with you your just a rotten little WORTHLESS RUNT!"
"NO." I scream balling my eyes out. "I'm sorry I had to. I had to!" My voice turns into a whisper. My back hits the wall and I slide down it.
Marco's face returns. He lunges for me. I scream and suddenly my eyes are open.
A dream. It was all a dream. My skin is drenched in cold-sweat, and my heart races.
Someones arms are wrapped tightly around me "Nya, nya. Are you okay?" I hear.
I look around I'm in Marco's living room. Anthony is looking at me, confusion and surprise on his face.
"Nya." I slowly turn my head to see a mirror expression of Anthony's on Antonio's face.
The tears are still running down my face.
"Nya." Antonio says shaking my shoulders.
I look at him, dumbfounded.
He pulls me in for a tight hug. I sit for a moment, shocked, before hugging him back and burying my head in his chest. After a moment, he releases me, a frown on his face, and leaves the room.
I get up and go upstairs to finish my three hours of sleep I have left.
(Marco POV)
"Can you get it?" I ask
"Yep." He says. "Lot more than I thought. Fourteen years worth of observations and reports believe it or not, but yeah I think so."
"Really?"
"Last time it took the police two months before they realized it was gone."
"Alright, thanks man" I say handing him the a wad of cash.
"My pleasure." He replies leaving.
Now, now, now. Soon I'll have some dirt on her
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Diversos"Here girl,here Nya." Marco says He makes kissing noises, as if she were a dog. Nya shivers. He really is as bad as they say. Nya set her shoulders and prepared to face her newest tormentor. NOTICE : This story is under serious editing and plot rev...
