I Need a Hero (Stolen sequel)

Chapter 6

Summer means the days are incredibly long, so the night was still young. We mindlessly watched TV while also trying to entertain one another. I don't think Frank thought this far into falling of the grid. There wasn't much we could do, especially when I wasn't allowed to do much by myself. 

"I know I'm not hungry, but I'm just so bored that it seems like that's the only thing left to do," Frank stared at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even 8pm, so it was way too early to go to sleep. The sun was still shining. I couldn't suggest going back outside to enjoy the weather, there wasn't much to do out there either. Plus, I didn't want to get tied up on a leash again.

"I think I'm going to hang out in my room and find things to mess around with. Doodle or something." I kind of wanted to be alone for a bit. I spend every waking moment with Frank, I'm kind of tired of being around him all the time.

"Hey, thats not a bad idea! I was thinking of bringing my guitar down here to play a little bit more," 

"I knew you missed it. I could tell the second you held it in your hands." I kind of laughed. 

He blushed a little. "You got me," he jokingly threw his arms up. 

I was surprised he didn't fight me when I suggested to be alone for the night. Maybe he was tired of trying to entertain me. 

We both walked up the stairs together and I stopped at my door.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me. If I get too loud or annoying, let me know," he smiled.

I entered my room, which still made me feel weird to be in. I kept the door open because I couldn't sit in silence. His practicing could act as background noise while I did my own thing. 

Frank waved at me as he passed my room. I heard his footsteps on each stair before he reached the end. I went through every dresser and closet in my room trying to figure out what I would do. I could draw, but I had nothing to motivate me. I could journal. Maybe start a memoir of my crazy life that would never see the light of day. I almost didn't know how to be my old self. I heard Frank start to play with his guitar. I'm glad he can sit down there unbothered of what he did.

I would occasionally look out of my bedroom door and wonder what kind of secrets Frank had hiding in his room. But each time I looked over, the more curious I got.

I took a few steps towards the door, but quickly turned around and sat on my bed. I can't do that. If he catches me in there, who knows what he would do. But the voice in my head kept telling me to go in there. I gathered enough courage to stand in my door frame. Part of my body wanted to shut my door and ignore everything. But the other half of me was screaming to just take a quick look.

Frank was still occupied with his own thing. I could at least hear when he stops, which would give me enough time to run back to safety.

 My arm felt numb as it rose slowly. I grabbed the doorknob, but didn't move. This was going to be so wrong, but I didn't care. I turned it, pushing the door open, revealing the bedroom I was in just hours before.

My hand searched the wall for a light switch. I left the door open and tiptoed to his bed. I stopped at the nightstand on the left side. I observed the surface. There was just a lamp and the TV remote on top. I took a deep breath before opening the drawer. 

There was a few miscellaneous things inside, like a notebook with a pencil, chap stick, and a box of condoms.

I took out the notebook and quickly shut the drawer. I told myself to ignore everything else I just saw. That was my own fault for snooping.

I left the notebook on the bed, and tiptoed to his dresser. There was lotions, cologne, and a small framed picture laying on the front. I lifted it to see what the picture was. My heart flew into my throat when I was the picture of Frank and the rest of the band hanging out. I took the picture and I set it next to the notebook.