Okay, before you yell at me for taking SOOO long to update this, I MUST explain why. Okay, here it is:

...I didn't feel like it. :) Lmao That, and I caught a serious case of writers block. I literally sat at my computer like, "OKAY! LET'S DO THIIIS!" *puts hands on keys* "...Uhh..." _

So, yeah! Don't get mad at me! I sowwy! And to make it up to you guys, I shall give EACH of you a lapdance! ...From Chuck Norris! :D Cool huh?

Haha, anyway. This chapter is kind of shorter than the other ones. But I think it leaves you in a feeling of suspense. There is SOOOO much more that you have to find out. *wink*

I winced as I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulder. What was she gonna do to me? I waited… waited for the pain that I was about to feel. I just waited…

And waited.

…Nothing.

Confused, I cautiously opened one eye only to find Chris staring at me with a worried expression. I ain't know what to say. We just stared at each other in silence. It was an eerie silence…

"…I'm sorry."

My eyes went wide at her words. Was I hearing her right? I struggled to speak. To breathe!

"I'm sorry, Riley..", she repeated as she looked towards the ground.

"…I should've told you everything sooner.."

I felt her grip on my shoulders loosen, but that didn't stop the expression that I had on my face. Shit, I was scared! This bitch killed her parents and now she's looking at me like nothing happened. Like she ain't just go crazy right in front of my eyes a few seconds ago.

"…It…It…It's c-cool..", I stuttered as I felt a bead of sweat form at my temple. But I was lyin'. That shit wasn't cool. Not one bit. That shit was crazy! …She was crazy.. When she finally let go of my shoulders, I instinctively jumped back.

"I'm sorry..", she repeated. "…I shouldn't have waited this long… but I didn't know whether I could trust you or not…"

My blood began to boil when I heard her words. The fuck was this bitch smoking? "..WHAT!", I exclaimed. In response, she jumped back and looked at me like I was the crazy one. "You just told me you killed your parents. I shouldn't be trusting your ass right now!"

I watched as her face turned angry. "Look! Yes, I did it. But I'm okay now!", she yelled.

"BULLSHIT!"

I watched as she walked towards the door with her arms crossed over her chest. I contemplated just rushing past her ass and locking myself in my room for the rest of the night, but decided against it. I wasn't no punk or nothing. But still…I knew for a fact that I ain't wanna be in this room with her anymore.

I slowly eased off of the wall and took a few small steps towards the door. She still had her back turned towards me, but I new better. I knew she could snap at any minute. Just like she did with her parents..

"I'm out..", I said in a monotone as I began to walk past her..

But she was faster than me. Because she quickly used her body to block the door.

I jumped back and clenched up my fists. If she wanted to fight, I was ready. Heh, Granddad always told me some bull about not hittin' girls, but he never said anything about crazy bitches!

She rolled her eyes at my actions. "Calm down, idiot. I don't wanna fight you."

I didn't unclench my fists. "Yeah, whatever! I know damn well that as soon as I turn my back, you're gonna attack!"

She crossed her arms once more and looked at me with saddened eyes. "…I know you don't trust me..", she began.

"Damn right!"

She narrowed her eyes. "But you need me!"

I nearly choked on my spit when I heard her reply. I'm Young Reezy! I ain't need nobody for nothing! "The only thing I `need` you to do is move the fuck out my way!"

She sucked her teeth. "Fine…" I watched as she finally moved away from the door. "..Leave."

Shit, I ain't waste no time. I quickly trudged past her and grabbed the knob, cause I was ready to get away from her crazy ass. I was ready to leave that bathroom. I was ready to get in the bed. And I was ready to take my ass to-

"So, how do you plan to get out of here?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?"

"How are you gonna get out of here without my help?", she asked.

I turned towards her and sucked my teeth. The fuck was she trying to prove? "I don't need your help.", I said harshly. I shook my head at the thought. I ain't need her for nothing! I was doing fine on my own.

I heard her chuckle. "Yeah right."

I narrowed my eyes and pointed in her direction. "Look, crazy..", I began. "I can get out by myself. I don't need you or nobody. Just make sure you stay out of my damn way!" I then turned back towards the door ready to leave, but her words stopped me again.

"Yeah, you may be right.."

Surprised, I looked back at her with widened eyes. "Huh..? Oh! Yeah! I am!"

She nodded. "Yep. You know exactly how you're gonna get out."

I grinned. "Yep!"

"You know how to sneak past the rooms."

"Yep, yep!"

"You know where the main doors are."

"…..Y-Yessir!"

"You even know how to pick the locks to open them, huh?", she smiled.

"Ye-…" My eyes went wide. "Uh.. Hold up…"

"You know how to get past Dr. Scott's office, avoid the guards, and all the cameras that are located on nearly every corner near the main exits.", she continued.

I scratched my head. "..Uhh.. I.."

"You even know which spots on the hallways trip the alarms."

I stared blankly at her in silence. I was shocked. I ain't know you had to do all that just to get out of here. This nigga had motion sensors in the hallways? That's some old James Bond shit.

She shrugged. "I guess you don't need my help after all.", she said as she walked towards the door. She nudged me out of the way and pulled it open, exposing the darkened hallway. She yawned. "Have a nice night."

I grabbed her arm before she left. "Ay, hold up."

She grinned. "Hm? Is something wrong?", she said innocently.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

Damn.. I hated to admit it. I mean… I really hated to admit it. But maybe I did need her help …a little. I mean she has been here for five years. She knew the whole place inside and out. So I guess she would be the only one to help a nigga out.

"You know how to get past all that shit..?", I asked as I let go of her arm.

She closed the bathroom door and shrugged. "Maybe."

I thought for a moment. I knew for a fact that I couldn't trust her anymore. Yeah, she filled me in on Scott and the pills, but that ain't mean that I should overlook the fact that she was a murdering psychopath. But still… she was the best person to get me out of this fucked up place. I mean, I ain't talk to any other kids. ….I couldn't talk to the other kids. They were so ….stupid. They wouldn't understand me, let alone help me get out..

I pouted and adverted my eyes to the side. "….I could probably use you…", I mumbled.

Her eyes went wide. "What! Riley is asking someone for help? It's a freakin' miracle!"

I sucked my teeth at her sarcasm. "Bitch please. I don't need your help. I'ma just use you as bait just in case we get caught.", I stated honestly.

She shook her head and laughed. "Whatever helps you sleep at night.."

I watched as she walked towards me slowly. I didn't step back, though. I already had my guard up so whatever she did probably wouldn't surprise me at this point.

Boy, was I wrong.

She extended her arm out towards me and smiled. "I'll help you out. I'll watch your back… Just as long as you watch mine. We can help each other…", she then looked me straight in the eyes. "..Do we have a deal..?"

I was hesitant. What if this was a trap? What if she was just feeding me all the shit she thought I wanted to hear? If Scott were to catch us, how would I know she wouldn't pull the crazy card and blame the attempted escape on me? If I learned one thing here, it was that no one could be trusted. Especially her. But… did that matter? The whole point was me getting out. And Chris was the only one that could help me. So… did it matter that I didn't fully trust her? I mean yeah, she was a crazy, murdering psychopath with some serious issues… But if she wanted to get rid of me, wouldn't she have done it by now? If she was a phony, why would she keep me alive all this time? Was she the one using me as bait? Damn, so many questions I ain't have answers to. So many questions… I looked up and realized that she still had her hand towards me. What should I do..?

Not wasting another second, I quickly grabbed her hand and shook it. "…Deal.", I replied. I looked at her and noticed she was grinning again. ….Maybe I shouldn't have agreed. "I still don't trust you, though.", I said quickly.

"You don't have to.", she replied, still holding on to my hand. "Just help me… help you."

I nodded. "..Fine."

She smiled. "Riley…?"

"What?"

I saw her look off to the side with a slight smile. "Can… I have my hand back..?"

"Huh?", I looked down and realized that I was still holding on to her hand. I gasped and instantly yanked my arm back. I tried to hide the light blush I had on my face. …I can't stress the word `light` enough. I then looked towards the side and cleared my throat for to particular reason..

"Tomorrow night.", I heard her say.

I gave her a quizzical look. "..What?"

"Tomorrow night.", she repeated. "We're leaving tomorrow night."

My eyes went wide at her response. Was she serious? "Tomorrow night?", I repeated her words. "Why so soon?"

She grinned. "Why not?"

She had a point. She's been here forever. I couldn't blame her for wanting to get out as soon as possible. "Yeah, aight..", I replied.

She smiled. "I know you're nervous. But if we pull this off, you'll never have to see me again."

I grinned from ear to ear. Hearing that piece of information made me feel a hell of a lot better. If I ever saw her again, it would be too soon. ..But she seemed confident, though. I quickly realized that maybe she kept getting caught because she ain't have no one to watch her back. "I'll watch your back… Just as long as you watch mine…", I remembered her words. And if we watched each other's back, there's a stronger chance that we wouldn't get caught.. I smiled at the thought. Maybe… just maybe… we could pull this off..

She gave me a serious look. "Let's just hope we don't get shot."

My smile disappeared.

-The next morning-

I… finally figured it out. After all this time. I finally knew who sent me that disturbing picture. I finally knew… where my brother was.. And I had an idea why this person sent me the picture in the first place. They wanted me to find him.. But how could it take me this long to figure it out? The answer was right in front of my face but I couldn't see it. How could I not realize that he was back?

There I sat, sitting at my computer. I was looking up certain things to help me retrieve my brother. I already had a plan. I just needed the right equipment. BB Guns and Samurai Swords wouldn't work this time. No… I needed to pull out something bigger. Much bigger.

"You sure that's where he is?", I heard my granddad ask with worry. He was looking over my shoulder at the computer screen. After explaining the whole situation and showing him the picture I was sent, he finally understood how dangerous the situation was. ….But if you ask me, he should've been more concerned in the beginning. But ignorance is bliss, I suppose..

"Positive.", I replied.

I heard him gasp as he pointed towards the computer screen. "What the hell..? They tell you how to make things like that on the Internet!", he exclaimed, surprised.

"You'd be surprised at what you could find on Google."

I quickly pressed the "Print" button and after a few seconds, I held the instructions in my hands. I stared at the paper in delight. (Though you couldn't tell by the straight face I held.)

Granddad quickly took the paper from my hands. "And this is gonna help you get him out?", he asked as he studied it.

"Hopefully."

"Don't you think this is a little extreme?"

I gave him a look. "I think kidnapping an eight year old and sending his family a picture of him being unconscious and subdued is a little more extreme than some instructions I printed off the Internet.", I quickly took the paper from his hands and read over it carefully. If this didn't work, there'd be no use…Now, I wasn't one for praying. Mainly because I knew no one would answer them. But I silently prayed that this would be enough to get my brother out of that….prison. …It had to work. It just had to..

"And how are you gonna make that thing?", Granddad asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I looked up at him. "With things that are lying around the house.", I got up from the computer chair and walked towards the door. It wouldn't take me long to make it. All I needed were a few household items …Not to mention things that I had in my… private stash..

The whole process could take me only a few hours. I then turned towards Granddad. I knew I couldn't get Riley out by myself. Especially when it meant dealing with someone as crazy as ….him.

"I'm going to need your help.", I stated.

His eyes went wide. I watched as he shook his head quickly. "Oh, uh uh!", he put his hands up in protest. "You ain't draggin' me in no terrorist shit!"

I shook my head. "All I need you to do is drive."

I watched as his face relaxed a bit. He thought for a moment. "…I ain't got to get out the car, do I?"

I sighed at his words. There's nothing like family, is there?

"No. You don't have to get out."

He grinned. "Yeaaaah boy! I ain't gettin' my ass shot! Nuh uh! Not today!"

I shook my head and began to walk out my bedroom door. Sometimes I wondered if I was really apart of this family. ..But I decided it was for the best. Because let's be honest. If they didn't have someone with atleast a little common sense near them at all times… Man, I don't know where they would be at this point.. I looked back at Granddad and noticed he was still …celebrating. I guess now was the perfect time to let him in on the first part of my plan.

"Granddad."

"What?"

"Make sure the car has enough gas in it.", I replied.

He paused, obviously confused. "….Why?"

I gave him a serious look. "…Because we're leaving tonight."

I lowered my eyes with worry. I just hoped that we weren't going to be too late…