What kind of title is that?! 😂
Over the next few days, I stay hidden. Until suddenly, I'm being forced rapidly into a suitcase. I can feel the wheels rolling and every single bump. We're on concrete- where are we going? I want to call out, something, ask Zane what is going on, but I can hear other voices as well. Who knows what kind of punishment Zane and/or Garroth would receive if I was discovered.
So, I stay quiet. I'm good at that.
Don't get sassy with me.
I can feel the case being propped against a wall, the wheels spinning a lot smoother. This place was different.
My stomach is grumbling.
It's whatever! Just steal some more pancakes and you'll be fine.
For once, I think we can fully agree on something.
With stealing, comes this slight twinge of guilt. After getting a good look around, it was quite obvious we were on a boat. According to Zane, this was actually the main park. It had been strange, he suddenly insists on getting a ticket, I would feel guilt mix in with those stolen pancakes. Since when did he become so nice?
Was it nice? Or just to keep me busy because he knows I'm prone to wonder off when I'm bored. I don't want to question it. Either way, I genuinely enjoy his company.
My sleeping arrangements have definitely changed. Our room is not as big as the one back on the main island. It was a lot smaller. So was the bathroom. There was no tub.
It's about nine thirty. Not too late to where anyone's going to sleep, but late enough as to where they're comfy in their pillows, full attention on their mobile screens. I lay down the case, crawling inside. The black interior still burns if you rub up against it. But just when I think I'm finally going to be able to sleep, I hear Garroth whisper:
"Why don't you be a gentleman."
Obviously, he's speaking to Zane. I make no moves as to indicate that I can hear them. Perfectly still, I lay on my side, back towards them.
"What are you talking about?!" I can hear Zane hiss in annoyance.
There's a slight movement. Then a pause.
"She's already asleep you dope!" Zane growls.
"No I'm not." I stare, a bit too eagerly. I sit up, crossing my legs. "What are you two talking about?" I'm praying to the sleeping gods.
"I was just telling my little brother that he should act a little sensitive, and I don't know... OFFER YOU HIS BED!"
"WHAT!" He screams, before covering his mouth in hopes that no one heard him. " you boob! Do you have any idea what you just said!"
"Wha..." I trailed off swallowing.
"Not like that! Besides Zane, I don't think Kawaii-Chan would settle for you!"
"Thank you- Hey!" Zane looks over at me, and although all I can see is one eye, I know that he's embarrassed.
"What I was going to say is that you should give Kawaii-Chan your bed. You sleep on the floor. After all, you and the floor have a lot in common."
"Why, you!"
"Its okay!" I interrupt. "Really, the suitcase is not the bad!"
"Kawaii-Chan." Garroth mutters, "Come here."
"What?"
"Just come." His voice sounds a bit annoyed. "I need to show Zane something."
"Uhh... alright." I get up, walks toward the both of them.
"Turn around."
"What? Garroth-"
"Just do it."
With a huff I turn. Suddenly, I hear two gasps.
"See! I told you baby brother. This doesn't look too good..."
"What! What are talking about!" I suddenly wince as I feel Zane's hand touches the center of my back. My worst fears happened. Due to the suitcase, my skin actually peeled. "Does it look bad?" My confidence goes down the fish tank.
Garroth clears his throat.
"Oh! Uhh... N-No!" Zane stammers.
