Captive ☆ ( A magcon fanfic)

Chapter 7

Savanah-

"Morning princess." My grandpa laughs as i walk into the kitchen with my usual bed head and a ripped nightgown on. Smiling brightly at him, i respond to him in sign language. "Morning gramps." He chuckled as i wrapped my arms around him, his warmth giving me instant comfort. After a long night with dreadful nightmares like always, a hug from my favorite man in the world was just the thing i needed. "Good morning hubby." My grandmother yells as she walks into the kitchen, my signal to move away from her man. Speedily unwrapping my arms around my grandpa and taking a few steps back, she struts her gorgeous morning body over to him and gives him a kiss on the forehead. As they started their daily conversation about the weather outside, i sulk to the fridge and grab 4 eggs. It wasn't like she was going to cook breakfast for us. While trying to grab the frying pan, accidental bumps into other pans and pots were made, making loud clangs. Since my grandmothers a pissed off person most of the time, i waited for her to snap at me. My heart stopped the minute i saw her muscles tense up. I didn't think she was actually going to care. I was either dead, or still getting the silent treatment. Her head turns towards me, an evil glare placed upon her face. Frozen in place, my heart beats anxiously. Waiting for her to acknowledge me in some sort of way, maybe even yell at me, i let my eyes wander to meet her angered blue eyes. But as quick as she had turned to me, she was already turned away. Sighing in frustration i slammed the pan on the oven and started to cook breakfast. Sometimes it felt as if i were the woman of this household. Glancing out of the corner of my eye i saw the two of them holding hands while watching the leaves fall off the trees outside. Their relationship was adorable, even if the most amazing man had fallen in love with the bitch queen. Hearing the eggs sizzle i used the spatula to stir them, doing this every minute or so. Of course my grandmother, the perfectionist, was the one who taught me how to do that. If the recipe was messed up, even if all that happened was you added a little to much milk, you had to restart. I remember the way my mom cooked, always making messes and adding new ingredients to her recipes. Although every time my nana would take a bite of my mothers food she would look disgusted, i knew she actually always loved my moms cooking. Secretly placing 2 slices of cheese on top of the eggs i silently whisked my masterpiece together, hoping my mothers recipe would please my grandmother. Maybe my food was the way to my grandmothers heart. Hearing my grandpas loud call for me, i rushed to turn off the oven and sprint to the kitchen table. Meeting his eyes with concern, he pointed his finger towards the tv screen. Letting out a sigh of relief i looked at the screen. The news station was promoting some radio competition that my grandfather obviously wanted me to know about, so i listened in. "For all the parents with teenage children, wake them up and let them hear about this amazing opportunity. At 10:00 A.M. the 130th caller will win free round trip tickets to L.A. where the winner gets to not only meet a group of well known and famous youtubers/ viners... they get to join the group themselves! With a 6 month stay in the beautiful L.A. with really cool people, this competition is one you should definitely call in for. The number is shown below me. Now onto our headline story..." I whooshed my head towards the clock to see the time, and noticed it was 9:57. Sprinting to the home phone, i dialed the numbers below the screen and waited. It beeped 4 times, so i hung up and tried again. After almost 20 repetitive times of trying to call over and over again finally the phone rang. I paced anxiously, hoping that maybe this was the call that would get me away from this place i called 'home.' After the 3rd ring, the line was announced busy. Groaning in frustration, i brought the phone with me over to the eggs where i turned the oven back on to reheat them up. Placing the phone beside me on speaker i dialed the numbers again and waited while i stirred the eggs around. "The number you are calling is busy." Frusterated, i put the eggs on 3 plates and placed them on the table in front of them. "Drinks?" I signaled as my grandfathers attention wandered over to the story they were telling. "Orange juice is fine please." He grumbled as he stuffed his face with food. Watching my grandmother for a minute while she played around with her food, i walked back to the counter so i could put the phone away. Sighing as i dialed the numbers one last time for good luck, i stood waiting by the fridge watching my grandparents fight. "It's rude to act so childish to your granddaughter Lucy!" My grandfather yells as my grandmother scrapes her meal into the trash. On the verge of tears i turn away and start to end the call. Just my luck that my ticket away from this life was placed right under my nose and i still couldn't grab it. "Please god help." I mouthed as i felt the tears stream down my cheeks. "Let me be happy." I silently beg as my hand reaches the button to end the call. "Hello this is 103.3 radio- what's your name?