"Are we nearly there yet?"
"No,"
"Now?"
"No,"
"How about now?"
"No,"
"...Now?"
"I SWEAR IF YOU ASK ME THAT ONE MORE TIME THERE WILL BE... CONSEQUENCES,"
Oooh god, I'm so scared. What can she do to me? Apart from kill me obviously. But I have a feeling if she did kill me this 'master' of hers will kill her.
Haha.
"Okay, so if I ask you again... Okay. So how about I ask another question?" I suggest, smirking at Ali's back. I can tell she's really annoyed.
"How long will it be until we get there?" I ask, holding back a laugh.
Ali stops and turns around to face me.
"Are you deliberately trying to get under my skin?" She asks, glaring daggers at me.
I nod, smiling innocently at her.
She turns around and begins walking again.
"So... Where are we going anyway?" I am curious, because we have been walking through the forest for ages now.
"Ugh, will you shut up? I'm trying to find out where we are," Ali moans, looking around.
"Well, sorrraaaay I am practically being kidnapped and all I want to do is go home," I sass.
She sighs loudly in annoyance.
She turns around and looks at me.
"I don't suppose you know where we are, do you?" She asks in desperation.
I laugh at her.
"So... Let me get this straight. Your taking me to your 'master' and you don't even know the right way? That's pretty pathetic if you ask me," I laugh at her.
She says nothing and looks at the ground.
Huh. I didn't know that would affect her in any way. She seemed pretty tough earlier.
"Where are you going, anyway? I might be able to give you directions," I say, trying to cheer her up. Even if she has changed and is against me, I can't bear to see my old best friend so upset.
I'm just so kind.
Haha, kidding.
But I am quite kind.
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
"It's a little abandoned cottage somewhere on the outskirts of the forest,"
Oh, I know where she's talking about. I used to play there with her. Can she not remember?
"You really don't know where that is? It's our old tea party house," I say, smiling slightly.
I can see the trace of a smile on her lips.
She's still in there.
The real Ali. The kind, lovely one I used to be best friends with.
"Okay, lets go," she says, zooming off.
I follow obediently.
Okay, I know what your thinking. I've had like 20 chances to escape but I haven't taken any of them.
Why, might you ask?
Well, there are several reasons.
1) Whoever is looking for me will find me wherever I go.
2) People I love will get hurt, as a warning of running. Example is Harry, he got kidnapped.
3) I feel oddly safe, as if I know they won't hurt me.
So yeah, I'm basically going with my instincts and logic.
"We're here!" Ali announces, stopping at the door.
I look at the cottage. It is so close to my house. If you kept walking left you would get to my house.
Damn.
It has been so long since we played in here. 10 years or so. In that time the cottage has visibly aged. It now has moss on the walls, dirt smeared on the windows. It looks beat up, basically.
Ali knocks on the door three times.
"Come in," a male voice says. She opens the door and pushes me in quite roughly.
Jeez, no need to be so nice.
And just when I thought I was getting somewhere with her.
Meh.
"I've got her, master," Ali says, shoving me into the dusty old living room.
I look at the figure in front of me.
Why do the bad people in horror stories normally wear hoods or masks?
Because he probably got inspiration from them.
"Lovely to see you, Summer," the voice says. Sounds quite familiar, but I can't tell who it is.
"Hello," I say neutrally. I don't know what this person is capable of, and I don't exactly want to find out by annoying them.
"You sound so frightened, as if you don't know me. Of course you know me, how couldn't you?" The guy asks me and I just stand there.
I know he is familiar but I honestly don't have a clue who he is.
"Umm, who are you?" I ask, trying to see behind the mask.
He laughs, causing me to shiver.
I don't know why.
His next words made my body freeze and my mind go into shock.
"How could you not remember your own father?"
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Aaaaaaaah, OMG OMG OMG, Summers DAD? I-I thought he disappeared when Summer was little?
How dare he come back? *gasp*
Unless its for a good cause, then he may return.
Otherwise, he can go away.
I absolutely despise people who ruin other people's life.
Harry: I'm sorry.
For wha- wait how did you get here?
Harry: Well I was walking through the forest when I heard you talking to yourself, saying you despise people who ruin other people's life, and I can honestly say I ruin people's lifes.
Styles, what you talkin 'bout?
Harry: Well, sometimes I feel as if fans feel as if we don't appreciate their lives, and that we don't understand what its like from their point of view. I do, though. I've thought about it, and realised how much we actually mean to them. I would like to say thank you to each and every one of them, but I can't. Because there's too many of them. It would take me my whole life to say thank you to every one of my fans.
*wipes away tear* OH MY CHEESEBALLS, HARRY, DON'T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF. OF COURSE WE REALISE HOW YOU FEEL, HOW COULD YOU THINK WE DON'T? AFTER ALL, MOST OF US DO STALK YOU, BUT-
Harry: What?
NOTHING, LOVE YOU HAZZA, I NEED TO GO NOW, G'DAY SIR *tops imaginary hat and runs away*
Harry: Louis said some random person said the exact thing to him yesterday....
*hiding under table while whispering*
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