Becoming Mary Jane

Chapter 4

 I'm literally frozen. I'm in shock right now. Hearing those words come out of Nick's mouth was like stabbing my heart a million of times. He's got to be joking! This can't be true.

 "Excuse me?" is all I can manage to say.

 "You heard me," Nick replies. "You heard me perfectly!"

 Just for that remark I want to punch him in the face so badly. Does he even have a heart?

 "What do you mean he thinks I'm dead?!" I yell.

 "I had an assistant tell him," he simply says. "And your family."

 "Why?!" I scream even louder. "Why would you tell them that I'm dead?!"

 "To keep them away from you. Well partically Peter. And if your family knew, they would tell him anyway."

 "Look, I was the one who put myself in danger. Peter has nothing to do with this! Just let me be with them! You can take away anything from me, but I beg you. Please give me my family back."

 "Sorry, but no can do. Maybe you think it's your fault in your perspective, but anyone would agree it was Peter's."

 "You know what? Why do you care so much, huh?! Why does it matter to you if I'm safe?"

 "Because it's my job."

 "To protect people? I know, but there's many more people out there that need to be protected more than I do. Why don't you go kidnap someone else instead!"

 "First of all, I'm not kidnapping you, and I don't kidnap people. Second, my job is to help superheroes. Peter made a promise to his father. He's only breaking it the more he's with you. Not only am I helping him, but you would be helping him too if you'd agree with me. Believe me, you'll thank me one day."

 "When donkeys fly!" I mutter.

 "That's it! I've heard enough from you. Tom, take her to her room!"

 "Great, so I'm a prisoner now! What's next? Do I get to be your slave? Ooo I can't wait!"

 "Shut your mouth and get out of my face."

 When Tom starts to take me away, I call back, "Believe me. I want to get out of your face more than you want me to!"

 After Tom leaves me in my room, I start crying, crying harder than I ever had in my life! Peter. My mom. My brothers. My friends. All think I'm dead. And there's nothing I can do about it! Or is there...?

 An idea just crossed my mind. A risky one, but my only hope.

 Tonight, I'm going to sneak out.