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Author's Note: Chapter 3. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 3: Welcome to Plastic Beach
We went inside the house and went into the lift. On the way to her room, I asked, "How old are you again?"
"30. I'm old," Star said, smiling.
"No you're not. I'm 33. And if anything, Murdoc's old. He's 45," I told her. She just smiled at me.
After a couple moments of silence, the lift arrived at the level of her room. It was the same level as mine. Actually, it was the room Murdoc said he puts Cyborg Noodle in to charge on the days after I escape. So, another rule of thumb, no escaping two days in a row.
She flopped down on the bed happily, throwing her bags to the side, while I just stood in the doorway, smiling. It made me sad, because of the fact that Murdoc said he didn't want her to "know he was terrible... yet". I had a feeling that if she didn't do everything he says, she'll end up like me: locked up and alone. I couldn't see her shivering on her bed. No, if Murdoc tried it, I'd kill him. I don't know how, but I'd get my revenge somehow.
"Is something wrong, 2D?"
I just realized my hands were clenched in fists. I quickly unclenched them and said "Oh, I'm fine."
She looked at the floor, and asked, "2D, you said that you and Murdoc don't get along."
"Yeah. He does hit me sometimes..." I mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Well, does he do anything else?"
In her eyes, I saw something I hadn't seen in a long time: compassion. Anyway, she had to be warned.
"He kinda... locks me in my room all day, and really only takes me out to record our albums or eat."
She stood up really fast, and I thought the bed was going to tip over. "That's child abuse!"
I was now confused. "Uhh... I thought I told you I'm 33."
"It still doesn't matter if you're his son!"
Ok, I heard something wrong. "Wait, what?"
"Murdoc's your father, right?"
"Father?" That's about when I burst out laughing. Father? She seriously thought Murdoc was my father? That's bloody hilarious!
I finally stopped laughing long enough to see her embarrassed expression, then I quickly stopped. She must've seriously thought he was my dad. "Oh, sorry if I was being a jerk, but why would you think that? Is there some resemblance or something?"
"No... It's just that you live together, and he kind of disciplined you back there, so..."
"Oh. Well, I am technically his responsibility. He did kidnap me."
"WHAT?"
Oops, I didn't think she would take it that hard.
"Umm... well we were in a band together at first... and then I left, and then he knocked me out, and I was on my way to Plastic Beach."
She just stared at me with her mouth hanging open. "He could get arrested for that."
"He knows," I said, "and he already was, but not exactly for that. He's served time, broke out, his punishment was even to take care of me once. That's how we met, anyway. But that's why we are hiding in the middle of nowhere. It's away from the police and his enemies."
"Enemies?"
"Oh, he has plenty of those. He even has one here that's trying to steal his soul."
She just kept staring at me. Eventually, she finally said what I knew she was gonna say: "I wanna go home now."
"Unless you want to swim, you aren't getting out of here. And even if you swim, there's that bloody whale in the water. There's no cell phone reception, and you can't really call for help on the internet, because the fans will just think we are saying it for their own bloody entertainment." Just saying all this pissed me off. It was the dead truth, and it's what I've been thinking for the past few years.
"So, we're trapped here, aren't we?"
"Yup." I strode forward, standing right in front of her. I spread my arms out wide, gesturing to our surroundings, "Welcome to Plastic Beach."
She only met my gaze for five seconds, and then looked down at the ground. Then, after a minute of silence, she said, barely audible, "2D, I'd like to be left alone for a while."
"Ok," I said, "I'm next door if you need me."
I left the room with her sitting on her bed, cupping her face in her hands. I think I might have brought it down on her a bit too hard. But she needed to learn all of this eventually, and the first day should be the toughest.
I went to my room, sat on my bed and I looked out the window again. I still saw water, but in a different light. I saw it as the large substance keeping Plastic Beach separate from the world. I saw it as the giant mass keeping me and Star trapped here. It was also the big blue thing that benefited Murdoc the most. His security, his band members, his money. Murdoc was all about himself. I clenched my fists again. Murdoc. I hated him. I despised the bloody asshole. I don't know why I've survived so long. Between him and Cyborg Noodle, I can't see why I'm not dead by now. I'm only alive to make Murdoc money. Well, that's about to change. I'm waiting a couple days, but eventually, I'm escaping from this island, and, if she'll come, Star can too. And we will go so far away, Murdoc will never find us.
I fell asleep then. Believe it or not, breaking out of a room, then waiting outside for a couple of hours takes a lot out of you. But I was dreaming far away from this damn island. I was back home, and Star was with me. It sounds cheesy, but it's the best dream I had in a long time. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely happy. Not the kind of happiness I get from spiting Murdoc, or the happiness of getting out of my room, but just plain no cares happy. I miss that kind. So, I slept happy. At least I could be that way in my dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED
