All Mixed Up

To take back whats mine

I make it home and rush to my room, getting clean clothes and watching my feet, covering them in plasters over my small wounds. Still, it could be worse I suppose. As I bound out the door, a thought crosses my mind.

It's nearly two in the morning; what can I do now?

Also, as I head back inside I think, what will he do when he sees me turn up to school tomorrow? My eyes close and the image flashes in I mind: him sitting there while I ruin Mila and Karma's reputation since they haven't killed me as I just casually stroll into class. No...actually, I'm going to go into class with a packed punch with Lukas' name on it.
"Oh, I see you're all cleaned up."
"Well, I see you're talking to me now." I answer back to my mother, who somehow got in throughout my little panic episode.
"It would've ruined my reputation if I was seen talking to what looked like a homeless girl." She sips a cup of tea, not even looking up from her newspaper to look at her own daughter.
"Well thanks, that's real nice considering I got kidnapped and almost killed after being turned down by my crush who's actually dating the guy who technically tried to have me killed." I explain sarcastically, taking a drink from the cupboard and chugging it down as if I'd never drunk before.
"That sounds great, honey." In frustration, I roll my eyes and mutter a quiet whatever before making my way back to my room. It's hard to think she even cares about me. Ha! If they held me for ransom she would send a letter back thanking them for having me, I'm sure.
"Kaia, darling," my dad calls from his study so I peer around the door. "I need you to do daddy a favour." I fully enter the room, shutting the door behind me.
"What is it?"
"Now you see, I need something from someone." My eyes widen and I grab the doorknob from behind me, readying myself to leave just in case.
"You're asking me to steal?"
"Not exactly," he replies, a sinister aura filling the room which suffocates me. Branches of the tree outside tap on the window, sounding like someone asking to get in which only adds to the terrifying atmosphere. "I need you to take the pocket knife from a boy named Lukas-"
"Lukas?! As in, Class A Mika Academy Lukas?" I yell, trying to keep it quiet at the same time.
"Are you acquainted with the boy?" My father turns in his chair away from me to face the window where his pale skin is only made paler by the slice of moonlight that cuts through the curtain. His eyes are no longer visible since the light reflects in the lenses of his glasses.
"I guess you could say that," I state. "Why do you need his pocket knife?" I enquire, beginning to browse the abundance of leather bound books on the bookshelf of his office.
"Technically it belongs to me because he stole it from me and he plans to do...not very nice things with it." Knowing Lukas' true state it's not hard to believe he's going to kill someone and weirdly enough, I'm calm even when knowing that someone is probably me.
"Sure, I'll try my best." I leave the room, both me and dad snickering evilly.

Once I enter my room, I sit on my bed, realisation hitting me like a brick wall. How could I have not realised this by now?

Lukas is what people call a yandere!

I pace around my room, attempting to piece together a plan but my mind is filled with horrible replays of recent events. Focus, Kaia! Eventually, I stop and click my fingers.

I've got it.