Chapter 9: Interventions and Useless Rope

Tuesday, October 10, 2006, my room, 3:50 pm after school

If you had eyes, dear diary, -which I am sure you don't-, you would ask me why I'm still dressed like Kitty. You'd wonder, why am I still wearing those blasted high heels, after a) they bruised my feet, and b) I had that talk Mr. Benson?

But, I can assure you, I have a perfect reason. You see, Mr. Benson helped me realize that all this –this weird way of dressing, the attitude- is just a cry of attention. All I want is my dad, or my friends, or Tyson and the others, to realize what's happening to me and try to figure out the problem, like real friends would do. Then, will I stop this madness. But, until then, I will keep on acting like Kitty.

Even in class today, when Miss Kincaid fled from the room again, and called in Mr. Benson, and when I told him my logic, he completely agreed. He told me to go to the hall with him, and we had a nice little chat about what I was trying to prove. I told him to trust me, and that as soon as everyone realizes what is happening to the real me, and then I will turn back to ordinary Hilary. All he said was, "Fine." And he told me to get to work.

Anyway, Kai said that he had to cancel practice today because of some "problems" continuing. He said that I could go home early, and to come back around 4. I wonder what's wrong. Maybe it's Tyson, having a nervous breakdown or something. Or maybe Max had too much corn syrup.

Okay, back to Kitty. Right after school, I ran to my dad's office, where he was working on his latest movie, Falling for the Enemy, about some girl who gets caught up in a war, and falls for the enemy leader's son. So, I enter his study, wearing dark jeans, those damned high heels, and a tight fitting shirt, showing off my non existent curves.

"Hey, dad." I say, waking him up from deep thought. He looks me up and down, and smiled broadly.

"Are you going on a date with Tyson?" he asked me, diving back into his work. I growl angrily, and storm out of the room.

YOU SEE WHAT I'M DEALING WITH! I have no chance; and at this rate, I'll be acting like Kitty until I'm old!

Would you look at that? It's already 4. TIME GOES FAST WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY!

Same day, Tyson's dojo, 5:30pm

When I arrived at Tyson's dojo, the whole place was black. I walk in, and it's all pitch black, and I'm totally not kidding around. Either something was happening, or Tyson's grandpa forgot to pay the electric bill.

Luckily for me though, I could walk around the place without a blindfold on, let alone light. So, I stayed close to the walls, and slowly made my way into the dojo. And, obviously, I tripped a few times, and I stubbed my toe on the edge. Even now, it hurts badly.

Anyway, when I enter the dojo, the lights were switched off, and the only source of light was coming from a lamp in the middle of the room, sitting on a desk, and behind the desk was a wooden chair (I think its Tyson desk….). "Weird" I muttered under my breath, walking over to the desk. I slipped in it, and laced my hands together, waiting for something. Don't ask me what I was waiting for, but I knew Tyson had something in store for me…

So, here I am. In the desk, in the dark, with only a lamp for light. What the heck is happening anyway? Note, that was a rhetorical question, because I don't expect you to know the answer. But still, somebody has to know what's happening, who it might as well be me, or you.

Oh god, what was that? Someone is coming, closer, closer, and closer…..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Same day, under the bridge, around 7: 30 pm

I hate Tyson. I hate the Bladebreakers. I hate Kai, Max, Ray, Kenny, and Tyson. And maybe even Dizzi, if she had something to do with this. Seriously, I've never been more embarrassed before in my entire life. Well, I have, but this is so in the top tens, for sure.

Okay, so I'm sitting in the chair, in the desk, in the dark, and a LAMP being the only source of light in the room, possibly even the whole house, and I'm thinking, what the heck am I doing here?, which is a reasonable question, if you think about it. Like, Tyson asked me here, and what do I get? Writing in a diary in practically nothingness? Yeah, very nice.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard footsteps, edging closer to me. With every footstep, my heart sped up, who was it? What did they want? SOMEBODY HELP ME!

With one final scream, I heard Tyson groan. "Jeez, Hilary, will you shut up?" he barked loudly.

I stopped to say, "Not until you open the lights." And continued to scream. Hey, I didn't mean to sound like a total baby, but I am so sick of the darkness right now. Plus, I was pretty pissed off.

Finally, after screaming for what seems like forever, the lights came on. It took me a while to adjust to the light, but when I did, I saw that the whole team-Tyson, Kai, Kenny, Max and Ray- were watching me intently, as if trying to see if I had some rare skin disease or something.

Do you see what I go through almost every day?

"Hilary, this is for your own well being. You should know that." Ray said, stepping closer to me, with his hands behind his back. The others soon followed him, coming closer to me step by step, inch by inch. I watched in anxiety, as Ray revealed the object behind his back: rope (really cheap rope) I gulped nervously, eyeing their every move.

Which is why, about 3 minutes later, I was tied up in Tyson's chair (thanks to Tyson), unable to move my hands. They didn't see a point to up my legs; which is was their downfall eventually.

Anyway, I was proving to be quite the little brat, if I do say so myself. My legs were flaring, daring any one of them to come closer to me. "How dare you do this to me! When I get out of this, you are dead!" I cried angrily, still kicking my legs.

Tyson came up behind me, and lightly hit me on my head. "Aw, shut up!" he said in a cop voice, "Now, we have some questions for ya, see, and you betta co-operate, or else it's the dog house for ya, missy."

I rolled my eyes at his impersonation and looked him squarely in the eye. "And what if I don't co-operate, huh, occifer?" I asked, playing the part of the criminal. I decided Kitty would most likely try and play with their minds a little bit, before she went in for the kill.

Even if, you know, she was tied up.

Tyson smirked evilly, and rested his hands on my shoulders, so I was forced to look him in the eye. "Then," he said, still acting like a cop, "it's you and me, doll."

Now, I don't like to be called a doll. First of all, it makes me sound like a total flirt, which I am most certainly not. Secondly, I do not look like or act like a Barbie doll. I do not have the chest for it, after all.

So, it wasn't any surprise to the others when I head butted Tyson right in the forehead, knocking him to the ground. Well, it was for Tyson, but not for Kai and them. Kai especially; he just laughed slightly and smirked, like he always does when he's amused.

"What was that for!" he yelled, looking to his teammates for support. They all looked away, either up at the ceiling or on the floor. He looked back at me with angry eyes.

I smirked. "Don't ever call me doll."

Max interrupted our squabble. "Hil, this is an intervention. Tyson and Kenny told us everything, and we want to help you." He said, in his usual sweet voice. Usually, I fall for it, but not today. I wasn't some psychopath who was stealing stuff or nothing! I was completely innocent!

I looked away stubbornly from Max's gaze. "Nothing is wrong with me."

Kai snorted in response, and I glared at him slightly. He sighed and walked closer to me. "Well, if nothing's wrong, why are you dressed like that?" he asked, in his bored tone. I was about to inform him that I was wearing my usual attire, until I realize that I was wearing those damned heels again. My mistake.

"The way I dress has nothing to do with what's wrong with me." I reply, not realizing the mistake I made by saying that.

Kai smiled oddly. "So, there is something wrong. Care to tell us what it is?" he asked me. The others were looking at him in awe, as if to say, how did you get her to talk? Well, I wasn't going to say anything more. No way was that fox Kai going to get anything from me.

"None of your business," I said, looking at the team with a bored expression. "There's no use in trying to get info out of me. I am so not talking."

Tyson got up from his spot on the floor. "Fine," he said, impatience dripping from his voice, "I'm going to check my fan mail." And with that, he stalked off to his room.

The quiet Kenny gave me a look of pity, before following. Max and Ray also left, leaving me and Kai in the dojo.

I know, I know, this looks bad. Like, how was I supposed to plan my dramatical escape with Kai guarding me?

"You know," I said, giving Kai what I hope to be a flirty look, "You could let me go. You would totally be giving me a favor, and I'd owe you back."

Kai looked disgusted, until it turned into amusement. "I would let you go, if you would tell me what's wrong." He said, subtly trying to trick me. Like I was dumb enough to fall for it. I mean, honestly! How dumb do they think I am?

I played with my fingers through the rope. Suddenly, I got this plan. This plan was sure to work. Yeah, I might humiliate myself, but still. I could pull it off.

Instantly, tears fell from my eyes, and ran down my face. "I-it's not my fault!" I sobbed, observing Kai's obvious uncomforted expression, "I am now engaged to the biggest idiot in the world! And, my dad isn't helping much either! And, my sister made the press come after me! Oh, woes me! Why can't be normal!"

Okay, I was laying it on a little thick, but it worked. Kai immediately went to Tyson's room, muttering, "Let her fiancé handle this." I smiled contently, watching him disappear into the hallway.

My hands slipped through the rope instantly. If Tyson ever went to Boy Scouts, which I'm sure he didn't, he obviously failed, because he can't tie a knot properly to save his life. While he tied it on, I noticed that he was kind of loose and sloppy with the rope. And, the face that it was real cheap rope didn't help much.

I jumped up from the chair, careful not to make any sounds. I grabbed my diary and Hello Kitty pen (which you will get if I don't survive this whole ordeal) and ran out of the dojo, through the door, and out into the fresh air.

So, here I am, at the bridge. Right when I left the house, I heard Tyson yell, "After her!" and I ran as fast as I could down the street. I think they've stopped searching for me, and they're now at the dojo.

My legs hurt. My feet hurt. I could barely run in those shoes. I think I need to see Mr. Benson tomorrow.