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Chapter 7: Lockdowns and Betrayals

Reggie sat there stunned. She looked from the pictures up to Otto and back again. She opened her mouth several times as if she was trying to say something but she never did.

"I especially liked these pictures," Otto said as he picked up two pictures. He held them up so Reggie could get a good look. It was the picture of the kiss and the picture of them sleeping. "I cant believe you. You slept with him!"

"You went through my stuff!" Reggie finally screamed.

"Oh please, you make it sound like I went through your room. They were in the hangout, it's public domain," he said calmly.

"He and I slept together as in actual sleep. We fell asleep on the couch, that's all!"

"Not like I believe you."

"C'mon, Rocket-Boy!"

"Oh, by the way, your never going to see him again!" He stormed out the door and slammed it behind him.

"You're not dad! You can't tell me what to do!" She yelled at him as she tried to yank the door open. Otto was on the other side of the door and pushing it shut.

Reggie was laying on her bed with her head hanging off the edge. It had been hours since Otto first held her hostage in her room. He was in the middle of sealing her window shut and putting a lock on her door that locked from the outside.

Out of desperateness, she called Twister. "Hey Twist," she mumbled.

"Hi," he muttered back.

"What's eating you?"

"Otto knows. I tried coming over earlier and he said that I was never to speak to you or see you again. Then he slammed the door in my face."

"He found the pictures in the hangout. He's basically creating a prison in what used to be my room. He's sealed my window and putting an outside lock on my door."

"Bummer!"

"Is that him?" Otto yelled at her.

"Get off it, Otto!" She shouted at him and then said to Twister, "I got to go. Bye."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone as Otto yanked it out of her hand. "I'm taking your phone out."

"But-"

"As well, as your computer…"

"But!"

"Hand over your cell phone, pager, beeper, palm pilot, and anything else that could give you communication to him."

"You can have them when you pry them out of my cold, dead, lifeless fingers."

Otto ignored her and snatched her back pack from her bed. He dug through and within minutes he was holding a cell phone, a pager, a beeper, and a palm pilot. "I'll be taking these. You wont be getting them back, at least until you go to college." He left her room and locked the door behind him.

"Otto, stop this madness!" Reggie screamed as she pounded on the locked door.

"Coming!" Sam yelled as he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see Twister leaning against the doorframe. "Hey, Twist, why aren't you out with, Rocket-Girl?"

"Otto found out. He has her under lockdown," Twister explained as he entered the house.

"That's harsh."

"When is he going to learn that he can't control her life forever? She's getting older, she's going to date guys, even some that may be his friends. He just has to deal with it."

"You're right. You should just go. Do something to take your mind off her." He pushed Twister out the door.

"Dude, have you noticed that ever since Heather showed up, you don't really talk to any of us. I could really use you right now, and I'm sure that Otto would let you up into 'the prisoner's' room to talk to her and she could use someone to talk to."

"Okay, I get it. I'll lighten up, once Heather gets settled, okay?"

"What-" Twister started but Sam shut the door in his face. "Ever," he finished.

"Sam?" Heather asked coming down the hall.

"Heather? It's like seven o'clock at night, have you been sleeping all day?"

"No, just thinking. I thought about what you said last night. I want you to know, that if by some off chance someone does try to call me, don't tell them I'm here."

"Okay, I won't." Oh shit…

"Thanks, Sam. I'm just going to skip dinner, I'm not hungry." She kissed him on the cheek and shut her self up in the guest room.

His mom came out of her bedroom and said, "Sam, I have a business trip this week, so you and Heather will be on your own." She explained as she grabbed her bags. "See you in a week."
Sam stared off blankly trying to register everything that just happened in about ten minutes.

Reggie didn't even feel like getting out of bed the next morning. She sat up sleepily and grabbed her diary.

"Dear Diary, Day two of imprisonment. I'm so bored I have nothing to do since Otto stole my computer and I'm in total lockdown. He even stole my TV, something about video messages through television. I have no clue what goes on in his head."

"Are you awake and decent?" Otto called through her door.

"Just a minute!" She called. She wasn't sure what came over her but she had to get out of this room. She got up from her bed and leaned against the wall next to her door. "Okay, you can come in!"

Otto burst into the room with a tray of food and said, cheerfully, "Breakfast!"

Reggie ran past Otto through her open door and bolted down the stairs. She could hear Otto scream, "Regina Rocket! Get back here!" She continued running. She left her house and knew she had to think fast. She headed towards Twister's house and started pounding on the door. "Twister! Open up!" She looked behind her and saw Otto racing towards her. "Open up!"

But Twister wasn't the one to answer. It was Lars. "Well, well, well, look who's here."

"Move!" She yelled at him as she ran past him and up the stairs to Twister's room.

Otto ran in the open door and followed Reggie up the stairs to Twister's room. He would've caught her too, if she hadn't slammed the door and locked it.

"Don't worry," Lars said showing up behind Otto. "I have the key to his room."

"Reggie?" Twister said, sitting up in his bed.

"I had to escape," she explained. "Otto's outside the room with Lars." She sat on his bed next to him and he put his arms around her.

Twister's bedroom door swung open and Otto came in followed closely by Lars. "C'mon, Rocket-Girl, you're coming with me." He grabbed her arms and dragged her out of his room, kicking and screaming along the way.

Twister, on the other hand, was being held back by Lars. "Lars! How could you do this?"

"It's fun," he simply replied.

"I'm cutting an opening at the bottom of your door so I can give you food," Otto explained, while he was sawing away at the bottom of her bedroom door.

"Otto, why does it matter who I date, even if he's a friend of yours?" Reggie asked.

"You're my sister, I have to protect you."

"Whatever, I don't feel like talking." She laid down on her bed and pulled the covers over her head.

Sam walked over to the door and said, "Twist, if that's you, I really don't want to talk ri-" He opened the door but it wasn't Twister behind it.

There was a very tall man with brown hair and blue eyes standing there.

"May I help you?" Sam asked.

"Hi, I'm Jason Rally, Heather's step-dad," the man explained.

Sam slammed the door shut.

AN: SUSPENSE! Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review!