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I wrote this book concept close to two years ago. It's a finished book and I decided I might as well post it. Please know that these are characters and not the real people. Brendons character in this book is not a good person. This is not real.
Tw: kidnapping, manipulation blood, mentions of wounds, dark themes, etc. throughout basically this whole book.

School was hell today. It absolutely sucked and I couldn't wait to get home, relax and go to bed honestly. Fuck homework. I could do it when I woke up. Being a senior in high school was the worst. I still don't have my life planned so I'm stressed about that, and on top of it, I got people screaming at me to do their work, do this do that, go look at colleges, do better, blah blah blah.

I approached my porch, and immediately something felt off. I look around cautiously but assume I'm just being paranoid. Then I notice duct tape was put over the key hole. A single piece of it in fact. "Funny asshole, as if this is gonna stop me from entering my home. Oh gosh I've been pranked." I say sarcastically aloud, and remove it, letting it fall to the ground. Suddenly someone grabs me and I scream and turn around to see my best friend Cassie. She bursts into a fit of laughter and I laugh uneasily, but glare at her. "You fucking scared me idiot!" I say while chuckling and she smiles.

"That was the point." She says as I unlock my door. "What was the point of the duct tape?" I ask and she gives me a confused look. "Duct tape? Eleanor I don't have duct tape." She states and suddenly I feel uneasy again. I kneel down and pick it up off the ground and step inside, Cassie following. I hurriedly lock the door and I then noticed a single 1 was written on it. Nothing else. Just a 1.

"Someone put this over my keyhole and it has a one on it." I say and show it to her. "Someones probably just fucking with you, Eleanor. Don't take it too literal. I didn't put that there though." She says sitting on the couch. "True I just thought it was a bit weird." I say and place it on the table. Cassie has been coming over a lot since my mom is on a business trip, and she won't be home until Friday. Two days from now. God was I excited to see her. I hated when she went on those dumb business trips. It got lonely here all by myself.

"I would sleep over tonight, I was planning on it, but my mom said no. I guess failing English is too far." Cassie mumbles and flicks on the tv. "Again? Girl, study. Not that hard." I say with a laugh and suddenly I hear what sounded like someone hitting the window and my head shoots up. I was suddenly frozen with fear and I look at Cassie who stared at me, also confused. She looked less scared than me though. "What was that?" She asks and I shrug ever so slightly and look back at the window. Nothing was there. No person or object or animal of any sorts.

"First the duct tape and now that? I want my mom home right now." I say and Cassie shrugs. "Might've been an animal or something. Like the wind. Could've been anything. Don't think too much." She says but she didn't sound too sure herself. She was just tryna keep me calm. I just nod and slowly walk over, also sitting on the couch. I felt extremely uneasy and I truly didn't wanna be in this house at the moment. I felt like I was being watched.

"Cassie this doesn't feel right, I'm actually scared." I say and she gives me a sorry look. "You're scared?" She asks and I nod. "Wanna go make food and calm down? We can go upstairs if that makes you feel more safe." She says and I nod my head immediately. She turns off the tv, and we go into the kitchen. "I have a frozen pepperoni pizza that my mom bought and I never ate it so how does pizza sound?" I ask and she nods. "Yes please." She says in a funny voice and I laugh as I open the freezer and get the pizza out. "Okay 25 minutes on 350°, got it." I mumble and unpackage it, tossing it on a cooking sheet thing and preheat the oven. "Wow look at me. I can cook. Wifey material." I say and Cassie laughs.

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