Oblivious

Oblivious, Chapter 12

Escape, Chapter 12.

"Somewhere." I laugh like a crazy person. Jasmine ran out the door. Duncan looked for something heavy, (my brain cells want to kill him.) George rubbed his arm nervously, (the one I bit) Duncan walked passed me but he couldn't see me, so I stood on his foot hard and hit him hard on the forehead he picked me up and threw me over on the chair, the bolts in the chair came out and it tipped over. Realising that I'm really venerable I rolled backwards and picked up the chair and hit Duncan over the head with it.

Now its George's turn.

I charged at George planning to punch him in the face, he caught my hand, pushed my arm behind my back and kickd me, I tripped and rolled figuring out the exact same thing will happen too me again I jump up on the chair and ripped the light bulb out the ceiling. But I look at his face before I do and it is utter fear.

Were in darkness utter darkness, were in my turf now.

"Marko!" I yell, I hear shuffling behind me, using the wire and ight bulb like a mace I smash it off his arm and there's a yelp of pain, my eyes getting used to the dark I begin to see. I jump backwards just in time as George punches mid-air.

I come up behind him and whisper.

"Your supposed to say Polo." And I grab him by the head and hit his head off the wall.

I fumble around his belt looking for keys and I find them. I stumble to the door and open it,the sun shines on my face before a even brighter light clouds my vision and a bright flash of pain, and I'm out cold.

I was hit with a frying pan.

I wake up with my eyes closed.

And I noticed I was in a leather seat, and no leather straps around my arms and legs.

I heared Jasmine fussing over me and saying she's sorry and all that, I was touched she felt that way about me.

I open my eyes and smile.

"How long have you been awake?" She asks soothingly.

"Long enough I think," Rubbing my head and winced in pain as I touched a soft bit on my head. "You hit me with a frying pan," I say.

"Oh yeah sorry." She said glumly.

"Are you gonna make it up to me?" I wink, and she giggles.

"Of course! What do you have in mind?" Knowing I forgave her.

"Do you like horror movies?" I ask slyly.