Chapter 9

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Clarence:

The days past fast after I watched myself on tv. The guy who claims didn't take me is actually pretty nice. During the days he let's me out of the room so I can be free. Except when he sees a car coming up, he pushes me back to my prison room.

One time I asked him ,

"What's your name.?"

"I can't say." I mean I understood. If I did escape I would probably say his name to the police upon my escape.

Another one of the times I was begin sent back to the room, it was a close call apparently for the guy. He slams my door and heads down the stairs.

This time the guy who enters doesn't waste his time telling the guy who's nice to me whatever he said.

The front door slams, and the guy who's nice comes back up.

Later in the afternoon, I'm hearing yelling then someone climbing up the stairs. My door is thrown open by the guy who's nice.

"Im really sorry.'' the guy who's nice says.

"Why?And please tell me your name so I don't have to resort to 'the guy who's nice' anymore." I blurt out.

"First off, I cant say. Second  Caleb." Before I can respond, Caleb is pinning me down, tying me up and covering my eyes. I start screaming at the top of my lungs.

Next thing I know I almost choke. Something is stuffed in my mouth. Soon I feel im in a car and we've been driving quite a while. I smell McDonalds and my stomach growls.  

I really am getting rope burns so I silently thank my girl scout years. I untie the knots in under 15 seconds. Then I take out the gag, then finally the bandana over my eyes.

The guy who's driving must have heard the ropes being undone, 'cause he turns around. We lock eyes and im staring into the eyes of ..

Connor.

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