Continued...
Me:
Pft! Like I so do!
Erik:
No!! Not the
"like"…spare me the torture,
please!!
Me:
Err, like urm, no! Like, only if you, like, admit that I, like, do
actually, like, own you.
Erik:
Never!
Me:
Like, MWhahahahahaaaaaaaa!
Erik:
(blocks ears)
Me:
Like, what's the problem?
Erik:
You know fully well what the problem is!
Me:
Would you care to, like, enlighten me?
Erik:
(Flees room via trap door)
Me:
Hey not so fast!! That's cheating! I didn't give you permission to
make a trap door in MY home!!
Erik:
You never said that I couldn't...
Her vision became even more clouded because of the tears welling up in her eyes. Just in the distance she saw the shadow wisp around with the torch lighting only one single candle in the room. Then the figure retreated through the door in which they came. He paused and she could feel those eyes inspecting her again. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe she never intended in being here? But, no! He shook his head and then went out and slammed the door behind him. All was dark except from the faint glow of the candle in the corner.
With all the strength she could muster she rose and stumbled across to the door. Her fists hit the door frame but she ignored the pain shooting up her arm.
"I meant no harm." There was a click of the lock and a jingle of keys being pocketed.
"I meant NO harm!" She heard the sound of steps retreating. The girl slumped down into a heap on the floor once again and the tears freely trailed down her cheeks as she whimpered.
"I meant n-no harm." She cried between the sops. Not another sound was to be heard.
How long was she going to be here? Where was she now? How would she get out? Her family would start to get worried...she hated it when they worried. It was so tiresome with them asking her where she had been or was going every 5 minutes of the day. She knew they cared but it was as if she was a little girl. However, considering her situation she would need people to get worried and look for her otherwise God knows what she would do?
With all these questions running through her mind her head now became sore after all the shouting and panic. She began to feel dizzy and the flame from the candle was nothing but a fuzz...she could see nothing else. The girl felt like she was being suffocated once again and soon fainted from feeling extremely disorientated, exhausted, weak and helpless. There she remained the rest of the night on the hard wooden floor boards in a heap beside the door.