Chapter 1: Alex
Makes no difference to what happened . Dad wouldn't have let me go anyway. Would you blame me for leaving? He locked my boyfriend, Karl in CAGE! He is my father, so why do I hate him? My house, disturbingly yellow, is dark and quiet. I slip out of my pajamas into better clothes. I climb out the window, and drop silently to the ground. It is easy work for me. Many years of practice help me on my way. Soon, I am at Karl's house. I throw tiny pebbles at his window, and he opens it. "Hey beautiful." I look at him and smile. Even though I've been fighting with dad for ages now, I still feel kind of guilty defying him. I should work on that. He climbs up from his windowsill and onto the roof. I follow by climbing the side of the house carefully so to not wake his dad. We sit there, staring into the huge dark sky. "We could leave." he says softly. I turn. "My father would kill us." "Your father is the leader. The boss. The only one who has the power to kill me." "So?" "And he doesn't realize what I will go through to get to be with you." "Karl...Maybe you're right. We could leave. But it wouldn't be easy." "Yes. All we need is a distraction, and a chance to run." "But Ben knows the forest, Karl." "And Richard AND Tom. What does it matter?" "I just-I don't want to lose you." "Don't worry about me." He leaned down and kissed me. "I don't care who finds us. I love you too much." I look at him. "The reward for getiing me back will be high, Karl. Many people would take any desperate measures to get me back. since I am the daughter of their leader." "Well... that's why I like you." I punched him in the shoulder."Oww!" He cried. Then he gave me a mischeivious look. He started tickling me. "Stop! Stop! We'll wake up the rest of the Barracks! YOu'll wake up my dad!" He leans down and kisses me. "Goodnight, Angel Alex." "Goodnight Caring Karl!" "love you, Alex." "Bye, and I love you too." I leap off the roof and sneak back to my house. I slide through the door, and down the hall to my room. I walk inside, and the comfort fills me. Over the years, I have replaced pictures of Dad and I, with pictures of Me and Karl. I crawl back into my pajamas, and stare out my window to the stars outside. As I watch them, I hear Karls voice, and I am very happy. Then I hear my dad shuffling down the hall to the kitchen. I go to my door, and listen to him pour something from the sink. Then he goes back past my room to his. I am saddened by the fact that I told him I didn't care what happened to him. I was hurt. I head back to my bed and stare out the window, to the world beyond, where Karl and I will go.