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His eyes widened, "N-no." his voice is shaky,
"Fiona. Come."
"No!" he screeches, "I'm not mental!" he tries opening the door but it's locked, "help!"
"Oh that's what you're getting now honey. In your new home."
"I-i can get myself out."
"You have to be 18 to do that and last time I checked you're 16." She smiles sweetly, before pulling out her phone and dials a number, "yeah we are outside. Okay yeah bring it. She's going crazy." She hangs up and he keeps trying to open the door.

Yeah I'm mean. IM SORRY I LOVE YOU! Please leave all your pain and stuff in the comments and please vote!
~tar-bear

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