Book One In The Stolen Series
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Ever heard of those stories where people are kidnapped, or stolen, from people? Stuck in a house unknown to them, away from everyone they used to know and love? Yeah, those stories. Wel...
As I finish my chores I head upstairs, but go to the left instead of the right to my room. There's some things to get done. I made sure to finish my chores extra early today so we had time to plan.
We had talked about this a little bit previously, but not much. So I'm not sure when to come. I guess now is going to have to work.
I make my way to Blake's room and knock on the door. I hear shuffling from within then the door opens to Blake. I don't bother to wait for a welcome and head right in past him. Inside I find dark forest green walls with tan carpet, and a large bed with nightstands on either side. There were lamps rested on top of the nightstands with small plants. The bed covers we're a grey with white and black stripes. Along with brown and multicolor striped pillows. There was one window straight across from where the door was, with a door to the left, to go to what I can only assume is the bathroom. To finish off the the look was a plain brown fan and light.
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I thought it was a little strange that his bedroom wasn't as nice as mine seemed to be but I shook it off and got straight into business.
We had our conversation earlier and I didn't have the patience to wait. Hence, here I am.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, obviously confused. I ignore it and get right into business, I'm going to get out of here as soon as I possibly can.
"I'm here to start planning. Why bother wasting time when we can plan now to escape sooner. Me of course, but let's not being up that fact. Now let's plan." I say, and notice the look Blake gives once I say it.
A hint of sadness, and still guilt. He must have been forced to do what he did, but he still did it so it will never be the same. I have to admit though, he's willing to help me AND he knows what he did is wrong. He might not be as bad as I think he is. I have had a crush on him for a while anyways, and sure while it has died down a bit after what happened, it's still there. I can't deny that fact. I still love him even after what he did. He might not be as bad as I think he is. Maybe after this, he'll go back to normal. Maybe we could he friends again.
Before we knew it (and three hours) we decided what we were going to do and when to do it. We were ready to escape, sooner than either of us anticipated too. We plan on doing it in two days, or Thursday. That's when we're going to get out of here, and put a stop to these terrible people.
"Okay, quick recap. Dress in all black on Thursday, wait at the right time. Sneak out of the house, past the guards to the back, dash to the end of the yard to the fence, find the open gap, crawl through while avoiding all the cameras. After that should be simple enough. Then we'll just keep running until we get to safety. Got it?" Blake says, focusing on the surroundings instead of me.
After talking to Blake for three hours, I realize he's not as bad as I thought he was. Sure he's changed but he's still the same Blake I grew to know and love, just a bit 'broken'. I don't know what made me change my mind, but it did and I kind of forgive him... I don't know if that makes me soft or whatever, but I love him, and judging by how he's acting, he just might feel the same. Though I'm not sure, he just might. Maybe after we get out of here, I'll find out.
"Yes. I got it. Word for word." I reply, a small but annoyed because it's the fifth time he'd asked me.
"Okay... Okay good... We should be ready then. Don't be late. It could screw us over severely and neither you or I want that."
"Yes, I know. I can figure that out by myself."
"Okay. You should get going then. The longer you're here, the more chance for us to get caught."
"Okay. Good night Blake."
"Good night."
I walk to the door, open it slightly, peer out, and make my way quickly down the hall to my room. I hurry into the pajamas spread on the chair, and lay in the bed. The thoughts immediately come to the front of my mind.
I don't know what I was talking about! I don't want Blake to be arrested, I don't want to leave him. I might be a hopeless mess but I don't know what I was thinking. He was forced to do this, he didn't want to do this. He did it himself for MY safety. He's a good person, just trapped in a bad, bad world.
But now we'd made our plans. Now we are ready. Ready to get out of here. And maybe, just maybe, learn to be friends again, if not more.
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