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Chapter 18
Abandoned
Father literally freezed and glared it me with such intensity.
“Don’t give me that look, I didn’t even know they’d be here.” I said, putting my hands up.
Father suddenly smirked. “Then they’ll find the killer, enjoy jail angel.”
My mouth dropped open, and father smirked cruelly at me, he turned to Azerien. “Come Junior, we must go.”
Azerien flinched, his eyes darting between us, torn once again. “Father do you really-”
“Yes! Now come!”
Azerien looked at me miserably, he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, and he followed father out. I was about to race after them, until I heard the door knock. If I answer it, they’ll wonder. If I don’t they’ll most likely sneak in here.
One option only, I have to hide.
As I thought of that I heard the door click open, porbably from a barrett. I almost froze until I kicked myself out of it (not literally), I raced to my room as quietly as I could and I could hear America yell out “hello”.
In my room, I took my laptop, and a few little prised posseions with evidence of me and I threw them out window. Luckily they landed in the soft spot of grass, covered and safely hidden, unlike me. I quietly went into father’s room put cursed when I saw most of his…things, gone. He must’ve entered here took his things with the help of Azerien and jumped out of the now open window.
I heard footsteps on the stairs coming up, and I panicked. I looked around everywhere, and saw father’s personal bathroom, I went in there.
I turned off the light, breathing hard. I looked up and saw those air vent things where you a skinny person could fit through.
Hallelujah!
Father’s room was at the end of the hall, hopefully they should check this last. I managed to get through it por standing on the toilet and carefully jumping up. It would’ve been perfect, if I hadn’t dropped the cover for it. It made a deathly clang on the floor and I hurriedly scurried through.
The airvent was very spaced, and I could barely breathe, but I quickly made my way through and entered upon the regular bathroom where I just saw America leave.
Carefully, I removed the cover and dropped on the floor, I landed on my feet with grace (pure luck) and I peeked through the door.
Not a single soul.
I quickly went down the steps and saw the front door, oh, the glorious front door. I was about to race to it when I saw Gregori’s back. Quickly I went to to hide under the couch, but I tripped on shoelaces so I was behind the sofá , but I fell behind it, and I’m sure there’s a light bruise forming.
I quickly pulled in my legs when I saw Gregori turn, so he wouldn’t see them. That would be a pretty pathetic way to get caught. He had this curious look on his face, but he shrugged and turned back to the door.
He was keeping a lookout!
Scratch escaping through the front door, the windows my best bet.
I crawled away from the couch, towards the kitchen. Luckily Gregori was so fascinated with the door, that he didn’t bother to turn his head to look around all the places. Great job, Gregori, I’m guessing he was roped into this.
I saw a window. A window! I stood on the counter, looking towards Gregori, who now looked like he was sleeping standing up. It was morning after all, and I think he once told me that he did most of his sleeping first period.
I scuttled through and landed on the floor with a soft plop. I breathed in the lovely scent of grass, then ran to the side of the house, where some trees were that started to a forest. Where I had thrown all my things. Since the windows were open I could still hear, just barely, what they were saying.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” America said dejected.
“Let’s just go, I’m sure-”
“No,” America cut Gregori off. “Were staying, come on guys, were so close. And he’s not here, we’ll find something, I’m sure of it.”
I breathed a sigh when I heard sounds of agreement. If they stood in that house, I would be fine, it helped my chances of them not catching me.
I took my things, or mais likely, I took my laptop and hid my other things that couldn’t fit in my pockets. Then I put the rest of it in my special bag, that I was glad I threw down. It’s special because it once belonged to my mother, who used it for high school and I’d put all special things in there. I was relieved when my special thigns fit in with the stuff I threw down. Except my laptop, I’d just have to carry that. I was still crouching when I heard a noise, foot crunching with leaves on the floor.
Before I could do anything, a pair of feet in a stylish boots appeared before me. Sighing, I lifted myself to look at my capture.
Oh my gosh…
“Mom,” I whispered.
Chapter 18
Abandoned
Father literally freezed and glared it me with such intensity.
“Don’t give me that look, I didn’t even know they’d be here.” I said, putting my hands up.
Father suddenly smirked. “Then they’ll find the killer, enjoy jail angel.”
My mouth dropped open, and father smirked cruelly at me, he turned to Azerien. “Come Junior, we must go.”
Azerien flinched, his eyes darting between us, torn once again. “Father do you really-”
“Yes! Now come!”
Azerien looked at me miserably, he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, and he followed father out. I was about to race after them, until I heard the door knock. If I answer it, they’ll wonder. If I don’t they’ll most likely sneak in here.
One option only, I have to hide.
As I thought of that I heard the door click open, porbably from a barrett. I almost froze until I kicked myself out of it (not literally), I raced to my room as quietly as I could and I could hear America yell out “hello”.
In my room, I took my laptop, and a few little prised posseions with evidence of me and I threw them out window. Luckily they landed in the soft spot of grass, covered and safely hidden, unlike me. I quietly went into father’s room put cursed when I saw most of his…things, gone. He must’ve entered here took his things with the help of Azerien and jumped out of the now open window.
I heard footsteps on the stairs coming up, and I panicked. I looked around everywhere, and saw father’s personal bathroom, I went in there.
I turned off the light, breathing hard. I looked up and saw those air vent things where you a skinny person could fit through.
Hallelujah!
Father’s room was at the end of the hall, hopefully they should check this last. I managed to get through it por standing on the toilet and carefully jumping up. It would’ve been perfect, if I hadn’t dropped the cover for it. It made a deathly clang on the floor and I hurriedly scurried through.
The airvent was very spaced, and I could barely breathe, but I quickly made my way through and entered upon the regular bathroom where I just saw America leave.
Carefully, I removed the cover and dropped on the floor, I landed on my feet with grace (pure luck) and I peeked through the door.
Not a single soul.
I quickly went down the steps and saw the front door, oh, the glorious front door. I was about to race to it when I saw Gregori’s back. Quickly I went to to hide under the couch, but I tripped on shoelaces so I was behind the sofá , but I fell behind it, and I’m sure there’s a light bruise forming.
I quickly pulled in my legs when I saw Gregori turn, so he wouldn’t see them. That would be a pretty pathetic way to get caught. He had this curious look on his face, but he shrugged and turned back to the door.
He was keeping a lookout!
Scratch escaping through the front door, the windows my best bet.
I crawled away from the couch, towards the kitchen. Luckily Gregori was so fascinated with the door, that he didn’t bother to turn his head to look around all the places. Great job, Gregori, I’m guessing he was roped into this.
I saw a window. A window! I stood on the counter, looking towards Gregori, who now looked like he was sleeping standing up. It was morning after all, and I think he once told me that he did most of his sleeping first period.
I scuttled through and landed on the floor with a soft plop. I breathed in the lovely scent of grass, then ran to the side of the house, where some trees were that started to a forest. Where I had thrown all my things. Since the windows were open I could still hear, just barely, what they were saying.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” America said dejected.
“Let’s just go, I’m sure-”
“No,” America cut Gregori off. “Were staying, come on guys, were so close. And he’s not here, we’ll find something, I’m sure of it.”
I breathed a sigh when I heard sounds of agreement. If they stood in that house, I would be fine, it helped my chances of them not catching me.
I took my things, or mais likely, I took my laptop and hid my other things that couldn’t fit in my pockets. Then I put the rest of it in my special bag, that I was glad I threw down. It’s special because it once belonged to my mother, who used it for high school and I’d put all special things in there. I was relieved when my special thigns fit in with the stuff I threw down. Except my laptop, I’d just have to carry that. I was still crouching when I heard a noise, foot crunching with leaves on the floor.
Before I could do anything, a pair of feet in a stylish boots appeared before me. Sighing, I lifted myself to look at my capture.
Oh my gosh…
“Mom,” I whispered.
Now that you left me....
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that you left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that you left me....
You broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to mover on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no mais hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My coração broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that you left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that you left me....
You broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to mover on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no mais hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My coração broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if you believe
you turn to me
you say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
you reply
"I believe in you and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but you will always
amor me
even if you are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if you believe
you turn to me
you say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
you reply
"I believe in you and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but you will always
amor me
even if you are
a stuffed monkey
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his coração started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his coração started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes you feel free, and then drags you to the ground
It tells you that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes you see what you want to see
Let’s you feel what you want to feel
It puts you in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at you in the face for your mistakes
It can help you find amor or heartbreak
In the end reality gives you the same outcome
The very outcome you tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes you feel free, and then drags you to the ground
It tells you that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes you see what you want to see
Let’s you feel what you want to feel
It puts you in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at you in the face for your mistakes
It can help you find amor or heartbreak
In the end reality gives you the same outcome
The very outcome you tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit por bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
Or even separate us.
Because, you see,
We are bound.
We are bound
por the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit por bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
Or even separate us.
Because, you see,
We are bound.
We are bound
por the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me por the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken por the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the anjos song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me por the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken por the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the anjos song