Chapter 4

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Clarence:

I dialed nervously Natasha first. No answer. I couldn't blame her, even though I did. I mean WHAT DID I DO TO THEM? Next I try Zoe, someone miraculously picks up.

"Hello?" Of course she picked up cause it wasn't my number displaying.

"Umm its Clarence." I wait to see if she'll hang up.

"Please don't hang up!" I say.

"Yes." Zoe says in a tired voice.

"This is an emergency. I don't know where the hell I am or why I'm here. One minute im in my bed ,next im in a musty old attic." I explain .

"Is this a joke?" Zoe asks.

"No!Im literally trapped in an abandoned house!I need help!"I yell.

"And how im supposed to do that?"

"Get the police to trace this number or something .." I fluster.

Click. She hangs up.

Now I don't know if shell come and help or if shell let this slide. I sigh and is about to leave the kitchen when im face to face with a ski mask guy.

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I gape at the guy. He stares at me then tries to grab my hands, but im too quick and I dart out of the way. Im trying the front door when the guy is chuckling behind me.

"Don't even bother. I locked it with a passcode to get out." I grunt in frustration.

"So now what you tie me back into that attic with nothing to do?" I ask sarcastically.

" 'Fraid so." He grabs me and half drags and lifts me up the stairs. He pushes me into a new room and locks the door behind him. 

I look around at my new prison. The window is dust free, but tinted so no one can see in. There's a tv in the corner-very generous- and a couch . Better than the attic I feel the guy did me a favor, but i'll never know. Looking out my new window its dark out so I curl on the couch and sleep.

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