On The Run

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I must have flowers, always, and always.
- Claude Monet

A month has gone by and Jacob hasn't found me yet. To be honest, I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing. He might already know I'm here and is creating a plan to kidnap me, and kill Ace, Jay, Lee, and Zack.

I sigh. You literally just woke up and the first thing on your mind is if you're going to get kidnapped today. Way to think positive. I sigh again and get up out of bed. I can't believe a month really has gone by and Jacob hasn't gotten me yet. I walk to my bathroom and get ready for the day.

Since the trip to the amusement park when we first got here, I've been slowly putting some weight on the guy's shoulders. They don't complain about it, I just can't fully tell them everything I've done. They know about me hacking and the files I've brought with me, that's it. They don't know how long I've been digging into him and how much I've studied his habits and his business. It doesn't look like they mind not knowing every bit of information, so I'll let it be. 

Walking out of my room, I can smell food being made and hear bacon coming out of the oven. I run down the stairs and greet Ace, who is in the kitchen. "Heya, Ace. What're you cooking for us today." I say beaming at him. He chuckles. Me and him have been getting closer over the past month. I mean we all have, but him and me especially. We do almost everything together, and tell each other stuff we haven't told most people. I mean we both found out that we both knew the same language together, and so sometimes we'll start randomly speaking that language at any given time. "Good morning, shortstacks. I see you're in a good mood today, unlike yesterday when you tried to stab my hand off with a fork and almost scoop out my eyeballs with a spoon." He turns to me, taking out an omelette from the pan he was using, into a plate.

"That wasn't my fault, you tried to steal my food away. Twice. I was just protecting what's mine." I shrug and he laughs and turns back around. "Go wake up the guys, hoarder. I'm sure they want to eat this morning." He says. I laugh at the new nickname I got and walk out of the kitchen. Going up stairs I go to the first door, which was my brother's room, and open it. Lee and Jay were spiraled out on the floor. Lee looked like he rolled out of bed. I laugh, taking a picture of them, then putting my phone away. Walking over to them, I yank off the blanket. Nothing happened. I get an idea in my head, and smirk. Walking towards the bathroom, I grab a bucket of water and fill it up quietly.

Once it is filled, I walk back into the room and open the curtains. "Wake up dumbasses. Time to eat, or I'll eat it." I say loudly, but get back a groan from both of them. "Alright then, I have no choice." Shrugging I pick up the bucket of water that was by my feet, and stand next to them. I get in position to run, and pour the water all over them.

By the time they jumped out of the covers, the bucket had fallen to the floor and I closed the door behind me. There were yells on the other side of the door and noises coming out of the room, but I kept running. 

Making it to the guest room, where Zack sleeps because he snores, I run in quietly, closing the door softly behind me. Zack is sleeping, bundled up in his covers on the bed, looking like a burrito. I laugh quietly to myself, I walk over to him. Poking him in the face, he doesn't move. I smirk again and search my pockets for a pen I might've shoved in there. Finding one, I take the cap off and draw on his face.  I draw a dick on his mouth, and write cock eater on his forehead. I draw big circles on his cheeks, and I lightly draw eyeballs on his eyelids. Ending it, I put a heart on the end of his nose, and put the pen back in my pocket.

I grab the end of the blanket and pull hard. It unravels and makes him land, face first, on the floor. He doesn't move. Maybe he passed out from the fall. He hit the floor pretty hard. Just as I was about to roll him over, he groans and rolls to his side. I hide my laugh, as he keeps his eyes closed before opening them. "Foods ready, come down and eat." I tell him, knowing he'll just follow me instead of go in his bathroom and brush his teeth.