Chapter three

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I woke up feeling like crap, until I realised that it was the weekend. Yesssssssss. As I walked down in nothing but pale pink pyjamas, I heard rustling in the kitchen. That's strange, my parents shouldn't be home yet. I peered around the door frame and let out a soft gasp. Rooting around the cupboards was..Adrien? What was he doing around here? Weirdo. Lets. Teach him a lesson for being such a creep. Suddenly an idea came over me. I smirked, and softly padded upstairs, making sure not to make too much noise.

I opened my bedroom door, and grimaced at the squeaking. I grabbed the baseball bat that had been littered on my floor since 3rd grade and ran (as much as one could considering how god damn old and creaky these stairs are) downstairs. This is going to be fun.

Creeping inside the kitchen, I hit him over the head with my bat, Chuckling at the crunch as he sank to the ground.
"Wha..." He mumbled softly, before darkness surrounded him, eyes blurry and speech slurred. I grabbed some duct tape and quickly put it over his eyes, and carried him to the basement. I dropped him there, and tied his arms and legs together,once again with the midnight-black tape. I cracked my knuckles. I laugh. I'm going to enjoy this far too much.
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