Faded -On Hold/Editing-

Chapter 23

I ran. I ran with all my might, I left after retrieving the knife, which basically was pointless, sneaking down into the basement, which was the easiest task because the door downstairs was between the pantry and fridge and then, the moment I've been dying for, I ran out the house from the glass door I ran through last time I fought with Zach which was the same time I saw the strange dude. I missed the guy's presence because. Just because.

Rain was pouring from the grey clouds in the night sky, the thunder was louder now, but I didn't give a flying fuck, I've never felt this free in my life. Those two hours in the house made me feel like a prisoner that has been locked up from the day I was born.

My bare feet stepped into the muddy grass from all the rain, my pjs were drenched. From happiness, I cried for a minute until I accidentally tripped from my feet, landing in a puddle of mud and water on my limbs. Now if anyone would see me, they'd probably think I'm a cave man with my all my thick dark blue wet hair sticking to my face. It really annoyed me but I could shout of anger when the robbers could hear me. I just couldn't give away my escape after achieving my goal of the day.

From my stupidity, I couldn't see the rock on the pavement once I was away from the backyard. I winced and silently sobbed in pain, my lips were pressed together so I wouldn't have to scream in agony. It felt like those times I stepped on legos when my dad bought Gabriel Legos at the age of twelve.

My next goal was to run to the nearest house; the once next to ours obviously. I sneaked up on the porch, the roof shielding me from the rain. I rang the doorbell like a mad man and impatiently waited for someone to answer.

If they were asleep then fuck it, who cares? There are robbers in my house and I'd rather not be killed. Thankfully, the neighbors were awake due to the light that had shone behind the curtains.

I tapped my muddy foot that wasn't injured impatiently, I was on the verge of having a nervous break down because I was dead terrified and craved my comfortable bed, leaving all the worries behind. I was terrified of the idea that the pedo or the old man or even Victor would look through the house window and find me out under the moonlight begging for help.

All those worries came crashing down once the door opened to reveal a very familiar person in a tuxedo, looking quite annoyed that some freak would think its lovely to interrupt whatever the hell they were doing 2am.

Speaking of which, he lives here??

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The picture better show... Or I'll go all ninja on Wattpad (pretend that's possible). If it does show then that's Sam/Nina outside "his" door, crying (As obvious as that sounds.. Well not unless the picture isn't there...) and pretend her and the guy did not kiss.

ANYWAYS OMGGGG 2K! 2K! 2K! 2K! *Does the ultimate hokey pokey*

THANKS FOR MAKING ME SMILE LIKE AN IDIOT, I REALLY AM THANKFUL AND I BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO VERY MUCH PLEEEAAAASSSEEE VOTE AND COMMENT MORE?

IMMA GO SACRIFICE A SHEEP FOR DIS