Chapter 1

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Throughout this past summer, Trent has been on an emotional and crazy roller coaster:

The death of his parents and his friend's moving,

The abuse he suffered from his aunt and boyfriend's,

Ms. Gray sexually abusing him,

His father's old rival kidnapping him.

Despite all that, Trent has been much more refreshed better than before. With the recent therapy sessions with his therapist and the recent self-defense classes he has been taking, he is up, ready, and eager to have fun.

Trent's alarm clock rings and wakes him right up. It was a Saturday, and it was eight o'clock. He was eager to get up since in two weeks, it would be Trent's twelfth birthday and it would be the first birthday without his late parents and with Anton Mercer as his new adoptive father.

He gets out of bed and into the shower and changes into his favorite white hoodie, khaki cargo pants and sneakers. He starts to draw in his book for a few hours.

Two hours later, after seeing that it is a perfect day outside, instead of being cooped up in the house all day; he wanted to go to the park. This will be the first time that he would be at the park since his kidnapping that happened a few weeks ago.

He runs out the door, pasts through the living room entrance and is about to leave when,

"Trent!"

"Yeah, dad? Did you call me?"

He hears his father from the living room and goes to see him. When he does, he sees him in his usual business suit, working on some stuff for his company.

"Yes, I did." He gets up from his seat. "Just, where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go play at the park."

He folds his arms and gave him a look. "Did you even ask me to go to the park?"

"Sorry about that. May I please goes to the park?"

"No."

"Oh, why not, dad? Why can't I go?"

"Because I'm your father and I said so."

"Come on, dad! Please? I'll be back even before dark, way before dark. Please?" He practically begged him.

"No. And that's my final answer, Trent." He firmly responded. "Now please, go back up to your room. I got a lot of work I have to do and get done."

"But, dad…"

"Now, Trent." He calmly tells him and points out the stairs, telling him to go to his room.

Trent could at least try to reason with his dad, but quickly found it pointless to try. Besides, his dad already has a lot on his mind.

"Fine." He puts his head down and walks back up to his room. He closes the door behind him, lies down on his bed and sighs heavily.

He takes a good look out through his white window and looked beyond beautiful outside: the sun was shining, not a cloud in site and it was warm like it should be on a normal summer day.

Four hours pasted and it was two o'clock, Trent was still in his room, not allowed to go outside. To keep himself from getting more bored, he draws in his sketchbook and lies on his bed, grabs three of his old notebook, crumbling it up into little pieces of paper ball and tosses them into the trashcan, which he used as a basketball hoop.

After a while, he was starting to get seriously bored with it.

"Man," Trent had his head on his knees. "It's an awesome day today. I bet everyone's having fun outside while I'm being forced to sit in my room all day."

After a while, Trent mentally slaps his head after he felt a light bulb above his head. He knew that if he wanted to go to the park just for a little fun and to out of the house for a little fresh air, he had to sneak out.

Before he could sneak out, he finally comes up with a plan. All he has to do is tell his dad he's going to take a nap, grab one of the house keys from his office, lock the door, head down to the park and come back before his dad could even notice that he was gone.

After thirty minutes, he mapped out the enter house from top to bottom and other obstacles of the house. He puts himself together, walks downstairs and sees his dad and Dr. Gray working on some stuff together.

"Hey there, dad. Dr. Gray."

"Hey there, Trent. Where are you going?"

"Not the park or outside." Anton interrupts the conversation.

"Oh no. Dad, mind if I lay down for a while?" He puts his hand on his stomach to pretend that he doesn't feel good.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Curious, he walks over to Trent's side and puts his hand on his forehead to get some kind of temperature.

"You do feel a little warm. You want anything?"

"No thanks, dad. I'm just going to nap for a while, okay?"

"Okay." His dad was still feeling funny about it. "Want me to wake you up in a couple of hours?"

"Thanks, but no thanks." His father goes back to work.

Trent causally walks out of the living room and back upstairs. He sneaks into his dad's home office and grabs one of his copied house keys from his desk that open the front and back doors of the house.

After doing that, he locks the door behind him, grabs some of his clothes from the closet and drawer and stuffed them under his covers to try to fool his dad into thinking that he is taking a nap.

He back into his closet, grabs his old soccer ball, and places it under his cover. He opens the window and takes a good look outside. He looked down and it didn't seem like a long jump.

Luckily, there was a big tree by his window. He climbs out of the window and jumps onto a large branch, but was careful. He tried not to make a sound and carefully climbed down. He jumps off from the last branch and lands safely on his two feet.

"Uhh!" He exclaimed. "Yes!" He cheers to himself.

He gets a head start, sneaks around to avoid being caught, and makes a run for the gates, which he unlocks it using the code his father gave him. After walking out, he puts in the security code back in, watches the gates close and leaves the estate and run down to the park for the next couple of hours.