ANONYMOUS

CHAPTER 25 - WAY OUT

"I, uh, er, wanted more pizza," I said through his hand. He let me go and looked at me confused. 

"You finished the whole box? And you want more? You eat like a pig," He said. 

I frowned at him and folded my arms across my chest. "Now I'm self conscious. I'm going to bed." I said walking past him and slamming the door shut to 'my' room.

I leaned against the door and sighed in relief. 

That was close.

 There was nothing else to do. I can't sneak out. So I decided to go to bed.

The next morning I woke up and found a toothbrush and a change of clothes on my bed. 

I looked at it curiously before walking up to it and examining the pieces of clothing. 

My eyes widened and I cursed out loud. 

These were my clothes! The bastards been in my house.

I walked out of the room furiously but thought better of it. Since our encounter last night, I don't think he would be in the mood to talk. And he would win in the end anyways. 

So I brushed my teeth and took a shower. 

It felt so weird not living your actual normal life but then again I realise I was doing what I would normally do everyday. 

Except I was kidnapped and held hostage by my step brother.

I wore the light blue skinny jeans and black shirt which said "Let me go" on it. Memories of the shirt flooded my mind as I close my eyes and remembered the moment like it was yesturday.

Jeremy, Zac and I were doing a theatrical performance on a random script we put up together, mocking movies.

We were back stage, rehearsing our lines.

"Let me go!" I screamed dramatically. Zac had a mask on and was holding me against a wall. He let me go and both Jeremy and Zac burst out laughing.

"Skye," Zac said waving a hand in my face. "Make it less dramatic."

"We're mocking twilight. Ofcourse it's got to be dramatic!" I protested. 

"Just calm down on it okay?" Jeremy chuckled before they took their positions again. 

Everytime I said Let Me Go they would just burst out laughing. Luckily they didn't do it on stage when the actual show was on. 

Two days later, there was a brown box delivered to my front door. 

It had From M&M written on it and inside was the shirt which I was holding up right now.

M&M was what I used to call the two boys a few years ago but as they grew up, I guess it got immature and we forgot about it. 

I laughed and put the black winter coat on and walked outside into the living room glancing at the time. 

11:56. 

"Breakfast Miss Piggy?" 

I turned around and saw Lawrence on the couch with a mug in his hands.