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Author's Note: So, before anything else, I know what you're thinking. I know it's been six months since I updated. I really apologized for the long overdue update. It had been really busy with online classes (and my uncontrollable urge of procrastinating *cough...cough*). I promise that I'll try my best to fix my schedule and be much more active here.
Anyway, As of May 27, 2021, 3:49 PM, HAPPYYYY 1.01K VIEWSSS, 434 VOTES, AND 240 FOLLOWS, PEOPLEEE! I really owe it to y'all to have achieved this. It really makes my day.
Without further ado, let's start this!
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Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran
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After tons of escape attempts, empty threats, kicking men here and their in their... err... groins, and more craziness due to lack of starvation, dehydration, and no sense of reality, I found myself tied up in a chair as three men with bruised egos glared at me from afar as they clean their guns and sharpen their knives.
"What are you staring at?" I hissed which made them turn their backs at me and continued to do what they were doing.
It had been less than twenty-fours that I found myself in a sketchy place where Brayden brought me out of a sudden. It had also been less than twenty-four hours when Brayden told me of the craziest thing ever. Uncle Philip? One hell of a crazy criminal mastermind or whatever? Brayden might be going bonkers!
As I counted sheep in my head, even if I had no intentions of going to sleep, one thought in mind came to me. What if he was telling the truth? Am I ready for that kind of realization when the point would come that someone's going to place down into the table all signs and evidence proving it? Am I ready to know that all along I have been betrayed by the person that I trusted most?
Reaching to almost the eightieth sheep, Brayden, who had been M.I.A since he brought me to what he called, "Operation: Bringing Daddy Philip Down" Headquarters, finally came home. If I heard correctly, he went out to do business with one of his father's competitions. Of course, he didn't go alone. Along with him, was his girlfriend. Arriving, they both looked much different than they were. Their clothes now had blood stains here and there. I guess things did not end well.
"What--" Before he could even finish a sentence, finding to a surprise how his friends were looking beaten up like a great deal and his ex-bestfriend tied up like some hostage, Chad, who I believe Brayden's annoying bestfriend that is the son of the town's mayor, interrupted him with his rant.
"I swear that woman is crazy! Why the hell did you bring her here, Brayden?!" Chad screamed at Brayden's face who which in queue, stared at me and gave me THAT face. His girlfriend did the same thing and walked away, probably thinking how much of an idiot I am. I looked away and decided to just focus my attention onto something else.
As the four talked mostly about how I was acting like a bad bitch, I looked around the place. It was evident that we were in an old abandoned warehouse. The ceiling were hardly holding up, the couple windows were trashed, and it was just a miracle that the lights are doing fine.
The place had around a group of people of 30-50 people working their ass off to....-- I really don't know. Though, they had been shouting back and forth for hours then. All that Brayden had been telling me was that this place was the safest for us, for now.
I stared at some children playing at a distance. Their hands together and singing the Ring-A-Ring-A-Roses as they spin around. I smiled at them when our eyes met. They gave me a wave, and I almost forgot I was tied up. I sighed and groaned in frustration.
It seemed Brayden and his friends were done talking and started approaching me. His face were tired and almost as if defeated. It made me much more guilty of all the trouble I did that day.
He reached to where I was tied up and started removing the rope holding me hostage on the chair. I was about to start up a conversation when he just decided to walk away. I decided to walk after him.
We found ourselves at the rooftop after walking through some sketchy staircases and walking through the eerie back portion of the place.
He went by the end of the roof and sat down, staring at the cloudy skies. I sat beside him, and for awhile we were silent.
"How have you been?" He weakly asked after awhile, not facing me, his eyes staring at the skies above.
I was left speechless. I mean, how would you talk to someone you rejected years ago without messing up because you feel guilty? Also, the fact that we were bestfriend was not helping at all. Am I suppose to talk as if nothing happened? Should I just nod? Can I mention it? Are we even suppose to talk?
"I've been doing good.... I guess..." I weakly replied after a deep breath, and stared at the sky with him.
We continued to just sit by idly on the roof, as silence surround us. It wasn't that kind where it gets awkward. It was comfortable, warm... it felt like home.
"It's nice to be sitting here with you again like how we used to..." I shyly admitted amidst the quietness, nervous he would react, running away like how I did.
He did not reply. He continued to stare up at the sky. It's like he did not hear me.
I sighed as I started to stand up and decided to walk away from him. "This is not going anywhere." I thought.
As I walked towards the exit, I heard him reply in a whisper. There was a big chance that I couldn't have heard it, but I did.
"Yeah... It's nice to be sitting here with you again, too. I never thought I miss being home..."
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