Goodbye old hello new

Is it still kidnapping if you go willingly?

Chapter 9: is it still kidnapping if you go willingly?

"Tay, and Brandon. Please come down to the principals office. Immediately." The speaker went off. I sighed in my spot.

I stood up and walked out of the room. Brandon was right behind me in a flash. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"This is all Josh's fault. You didn't do anything wrong." Brandon said trying to distract me from the numbing feeling spreading through my body.

"That's not what everyone else saw." Josh said coming up from behind us.

If looks could kill Josh would be dead on the spot. I kept on walking towards the office. I hated Josh. I hate him so much. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Thank you for coming." The Principal said as he opened the door. I sat down in the comfy chair and made the guys sit in the plastic ones. Only because I was not in the mood to deal with Josh whispering into my ear.

"Do you guys know why you're here?" The Principal asked.

I just shook my head yes. I looked down at my lap. Shame filled every pore in my body. Brandon looked at me with guilt. I looked back up at the Principal.

"I think you should tell me what happened." He said looking at me. I nodded my head.

"He slashed our tires." I started with looking right at Josh. The Principal looked unamused.

"We went to start the cars up for school when our tires where all flat. He then drove past with a knife in hand and told us it was him. I then called Officer Rob to pick us up and bring us to school. I then regretfully hurt Josh, because my anger took control of my actions. I am sorry" I said summing it up.

"I see." He said as disappointment took over his features as he looked at Josh.

He dismissed me with just a warning. Brandon and Josh were told to stay. I felt bad for Brandon, but I didn't feel bad for Josh.

I walked past my class and kept on walking. I walked right out the front door of the school building. I didn't stop walking until a truck pulled to a stop right next to me. I turned and looked at the window. I rolled down and a familiar face looked right at me.

"What are you doing?" She asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. And kept on looking at them. "Why aren't you in school? We pay good money for you to be in there. And you skip?" My mom asked. I walked over to the truck and leaned into the window.

I looked at her dead in the eye. "You don't even care what happens to me. You even whipped me, because I did something you didn't like. So how about you leave and don't come back. Better yet go turn yourself in already. Then nobody will have to get hurt in the end." I spat at her.

Anger crossed her face. Then she smacked me across the face. I looked at her dead in the eye and spat in her face. Grabbing my hair she made me look her dead in the eye.

"Get in the car now." She spat at me angrily.

"I would love to if you let go of my hair." I said smirking at her.

Surprise covered her face, but she let me go. I opened the backdoor and hopped in. Closing the door behind me I buckled up. I looked at my parents waiting for them to leave, but shock was covering their faces.

"What are you doing? Waiting for the police?" I asked.

The engine started to life and we pulled out of the spot we were in. We drove all the way to our house. I walked right through the front door. And they locked the door behind them. They turned to me.

"Phone." My mom said holding out her hand. I placed my cell phone in her hand and walked to my room.

I sat on the bed. Realisation hit me. I just walked right into their open arms. I willingly came back to my death trap. This is going to be interesting. I don't understand what I was thinking at the time, but then again I do a lot of stupid things.

I opened my backpack and took out the homework that's due tomorrow in the classes I went to. Brandon is going to kill me. If I don't already die. I'm such an idiot. A knock on the door scared me.

"Glad you're finally were you belong." My mom said when she opened the door. An evil smile plastered to her face.

I grimace when she closes the door. This has to work. It just has too. I put it in my backpack when I got up this morning. I just need to activate it, if I can find it. The contents of my backpack were know thrown across the bed. Finally I found the tiny black box. Rob gave it to me after my parents came into the school. It's a tracking device. I pressed the small red button on the side. The light started to flash. A smirk crept on my face. I put it back in my backpack and went to start the chores that were on the back of my door.

A couple of chores later the house looked better then when I entered. I think after all these years of abuse I have been an amazing cleaner. That's very hard with this generation. The faint sound of a car passing by made me smile just a bit. Maybe this whole crisis will be over soon.

A loud knock on the door brightened my mood. When the door didn't get open a gun shot the locked door. I ran to my room and did what I never thought I would be able to do, I screamed. A full heart throbbing scream. My parents came into my room running.

"What did you do?" My dad spat.

"What I had to." I said glaring daggers at him. A slap hit me across the cheek. I had anticipated that to happen. I wanted that too happen.

A smile from across my face. Anger took over my parents face. They hated this and I knew it. They weren't in charge anymore. Up was and they hated it. I had this whole situation in the palm of my hand. Thunderous footsteps went down the halls. The bedroom door kicked in.

I stood back and watched as my parents were finally taken into custody. A smile formed across my face which soon disappeared when I saw a furious Rob standing in front of me.

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Sorry this took forever to be updated. I've just had so much crap to do. School is a big factor in the whole not having time to update. But school is out in a well, so I'll be able to update more. Hope this is good.

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