Stolen

Escape// Chapter 6

  "Have you ever had depression?" Jason asked.

   "No..."

  "Well welcome to the life of darkness." He smiled and walked away, closing the door.

   I looked back at the box that had all the photos in it. I shuffle through untill I hit a photo of my mom with my dad. They looked happy. He looked happier than he is now with my step mom. I set it to the side with the photo of me as a baby.

   There was so many photos of me in there it was a bit creepy. I pick up the box and head to the door. I turn the knob to see if it was locked, and it wasn't. I open the door and look to see if I can find Jason.

   "Jason?" I yell trying to find him.

  Aiden turns the corner, "He is downstairs." He walks right pass me.

  "Well, where is his room?" I turn around.

   He motions me to follow him. I follow him untill he opens a door and points in.

  When I walk in I can tell that nobody had been here for awhile. It has that new-room aroma and it is really clean with a bit of dust on the desk, his bed was perfectly made with no wrinkles, and the carpet looked brand new. I set the box in the nicely made bed and walk out.

   "Oh, I see you found my room." Jason smiles as I run into him at the door way.

   "Uh- yeah, I was just returning the box." I said trying to walk past, but he blocked the way out.

   "Do you believe me yet?" He ask.

  "If I say yes do I get to go home?" I ask back.

  "Not nessisarly."

   "Then not fully." I answer.

   "Would it make you feel better if you chatted with your father?" He asked.

   I jumped a bit, "Yes, please can I?"

   "Okay, you can tommorow. It's getting late, are you hungry? You barley ate today."

   I scoffed as I push past him, "No."

  I heard his feet follow me, "What is your deal?" I could tell he was getting fed up, "I've offered a lot to you, and even to call your dad and you yet still want to be mad at me!? I'm just doing my job, you can't stay mad forever."

   I open my door, "Watch me." I close the door in his face.

  "Zoe..." He opens it back up and lets himself in my room.

   I start to look for clothes to change into, but I can't find any. I'm getting tired of these ragged clothes that weren't ragged before.

   "What are you looking for?" He ask.

   "Clothes, I can't stay in this." I say.

   "Shit, uh-well we might have forgot to get that." He scratched the back of his head. He leaves and comes back with some of his clothes, "Here, this will do you for a couple of days."

  "Thanks" I quietly say. I'm not complaining too much, his clothes are quite comfortable. "Where is the bathroom? I would like to take a shower."

  "Straight down the hall and to a left."  He said.
  
  I grabbed the pair of sweatpants and shirt he gave me and headed my way to the bathroom.

   When I got in there I took time to admire my surroundings. The one thing that really came up to me was the window. It was ethier now or never. I hurried up and locked the door, then turned the water on.