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Chapter 18
Abandoned
Father literally freezed and glared it me with such intensity.
“Don’t give me that look, I didn’t even know they’d be here.” I said, putting my hands up.
Father suddenly smirked. “Then they’ll find the killer, enjoy jail angel.”
My mouth dropped open, and father smirked cruelly at me, he turned to Azerien. “Come Junior, we must go.”
Azerien flinched, his eyes darting between us, torn once again. “Father do te really-”
“Yes! Now come!”
Azerien looked at me miserably, he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, and he followed father out. I was about to race after them, until I heard the door knock. If I answer it, they’ll wonder. If I don’t they’ll most likely sneak in here.
One option only, I have to hide.
As I thought of that I heard the door click open, porbably from a barrett. I almost froze until I kicked myself out of it (not literally), I raced to my room as quietly as I could and I could hear America yell out “hello”.
In my room, I took my laptop, and a few little prised posseions with evidence of me and I threw them out window. Luckily they landed in the soft spot of grass, covered and safely hidden, unlike me. I quietly went into father’s room put cursed when I saw most of his…things, gone. He must’ve entered here took his things with the help of Azerien and jumped out of the now open window.
I heard footsteps on the stairs coming up, and I panicked. I looked around everywhere, and saw father’s personal bathroom, I went in there.
I turned off the light, breathing hard. I looked up and saw those air vent things where te a skinny person could fit through.
Hallelujah!
Father’s room was at the end of the hall, hopefully they should check this last. I managed to get through it da standing on the toilet and carefully jumping up. It would’ve been perfect, if I hadn’t dropped the cover for it. It made a deathly clang on the floor and I hurriedly scurried through.
The airvent was very spaced, and I could barely breathe, but I quickly made my way through and entered upon the regular bathroom where I just saw America leave.
Carefully, I removed the cover and dropped on the floor, I landed on my feet with grace (pure luck) and I peeked through the door.
Not a single soul.
I quickly went down the steps and saw the front door, oh, the glorious front door. I was about to race to it when I saw Gregori’s back. Quickly I went to to hide under the couch, but I tripped on shoelaces so I was behind the divano , but I fell behind it, and I’m sure there’s a light bruise forming.
I quickly pulled in my legs when I saw Gregori turn, so he wouldn’t see them. That would be a pretty pathetic way to get caught. He had this curious look on his face, but he shrugged and turned back to the door.
He was keeping a lookout!
Scratch escaping through the front door, the windows my best bet.
I crawled away from the couch, towards the kitchen. Luckily Gregori was so fascinated with the door, that he didn’t bother to turn his head to look around all the places. Great job, Gregori, I’m guessing he was roped into this.
I saw a window. A window! I stood on the counter, looking towards Gregori, who now looked like he was sleeping standing up. It was morning after all, and I think he once told me that he did most of his sleeping first period.
I scuttled through and landed on the floor with a soft plop. I breathed in the lovely scent of grass, then ran to the side of the house, where some trees were that started to a forest. Where I had thrown all my things. Since the windows were open I could still hear, just barely, what they were saying.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” America detto dejected.
“Let’s just go, I’m sure-”
“No,” America cut Gregori off. “Were staying, come on guys, were so close. And he’s not here, we’ll find something, I’m sure of it.”
I breathed a sigh when I heard sounds of agreement. If they stood in that house, I would be fine, it helped my chances of them not catching me.
I took my things, o più likely, I took my laptop and hid my other things that couldn’t fit in my pockets. Then I put the rest of it in my special bag, that I was glad I threw down. It’s special because it once belonged to my mother, who used it for high school and I’d put all special things in there. I was relieved when my special thigns fit in with the stuff I threw down. Except my laptop, I’d just have to carry that. I was still crouching when I heard a noise, foot crunching with leaves on the floor.
Before I could do anything, a pair of feet in a stylish boots appeared before me. Sighing, I lifted myself to look at my capture.
Oh my gosh…
“Mom,” I whispered.
Chapter 18
Abandoned
Father literally freezed and glared it me with such intensity.
“Don’t give me that look, I didn’t even know they’d be here.” I said, putting my hands up.
Father suddenly smirked. “Then they’ll find the killer, enjoy jail angel.”
My mouth dropped open, and father smirked cruelly at me, he turned to Azerien. “Come Junior, we must go.”
Azerien flinched, his eyes darting between us, torn once again. “Father do te really-”
“Yes! Now come!”
Azerien looked at me miserably, he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, and he followed father out. I was about to race after them, until I heard the door knock. If I answer it, they’ll wonder. If I don’t they’ll most likely sneak in here.
One option only, I have to hide.
As I thought of that I heard the door click open, porbably from a barrett. I almost froze until I kicked myself out of it (not literally), I raced to my room as quietly as I could and I could hear America yell out “hello”.
In my room, I took my laptop, and a few little prised posseions with evidence of me and I threw them out window. Luckily they landed in the soft spot of grass, covered and safely hidden, unlike me. I quietly went into father’s room put cursed when I saw most of his…things, gone. He must’ve entered here took his things with the help of Azerien and jumped out of the now open window.
I heard footsteps on the stairs coming up, and I panicked. I looked around everywhere, and saw father’s personal bathroom, I went in there.
I turned off the light, breathing hard. I looked up and saw those air vent things where te a skinny person could fit through.
Hallelujah!
Father’s room was at the end of the hall, hopefully they should check this last. I managed to get through it da standing on the toilet and carefully jumping up. It would’ve been perfect, if I hadn’t dropped the cover for it. It made a deathly clang on the floor and I hurriedly scurried through.
The airvent was very spaced, and I could barely breathe, but I quickly made my way through and entered upon the regular bathroom where I just saw America leave.
Carefully, I removed the cover and dropped on the floor, I landed on my feet with grace (pure luck) and I peeked through the door.
Not a single soul.
I quickly went down the steps and saw the front door, oh, the glorious front door. I was about to race to it when I saw Gregori’s back. Quickly I went to to hide under the couch, but I tripped on shoelaces so I was behind the divano , but I fell behind it, and I’m sure there’s a light bruise forming.
I quickly pulled in my legs when I saw Gregori turn, so he wouldn’t see them. That would be a pretty pathetic way to get caught. He had this curious look on his face, but he shrugged and turned back to the door.
He was keeping a lookout!
Scratch escaping through the front door, the windows my best bet.
I crawled away from the couch, towards the kitchen. Luckily Gregori was so fascinated with the door, that he didn’t bother to turn his head to look around all the places. Great job, Gregori, I’m guessing he was roped into this.
I saw a window. A window! I stood on the counter, looking towards Gregori, who now looked like he was sleeping standing up. It was morning after all, and I think he once told me that he did most of his sleeping first period.
I scuttled through and landed on the floor with a soft plop. I breathed in the lovely scent of grass, then ran to the side of the house, where some trees were that started to a forest. Where I had thrown all my things. Since the windows were open I could still hear, just barely, what they were saying.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” America detto dejected.
“Let’s just go, I’m sure-”
“No,” America cut Gregori off. “Were staying, come on guys, were so close. And he’s not here, we’ll find something, I’m sure of it.”
I breathed a sigh when I heard sounds of agreement. If they stood in that house, I would be fine, it helped my chances of them not catching me.
I took my things, o più likely, I took my laptop and hid my other things that couldn’t fit in my pockets. Then I put the rest of it in my special bag, that I was glad I threw down. It’s special because it once belonged to my mother, who used it for high school and I’d put all special things in there. I was relieved when my special thigns fit in with the stuff I threw down. Except my laptop, I’d just have to carry that. I was still crouching when I heard a noise, foot crunching with leaves on the floor.
Before I could do anything, a pair of feet in a stylish boots appeared before me. Sighing, I lifted myself to look at my capture.
Oh my gosh…
“Mom,” I whispered.
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his cuore started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his cuore started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes te feel free, and then drags te to the ground
It tells te that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes te see what te want to see
Let’s te feel what te want to feel
It puts te in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at te in the face for your mistakes
It can help te find Amore o heartbreak
In the end reality gives te the same outcome
The very outcome te tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes te feel free, and then drags te to the ground
It tells te that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes te see what te want to see
Let’s te feel what te want to feel
It puts te in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at te in the face for your mistakes
It can help te find Amore o heartbreak
In the end reality gives te the same outcome
The very outcome te tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit da bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
o even separate us.
Because, te see,
We are bound.
We are bound
da the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit da bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
o even separate us.
Because, te see,
We are bound.
We are bound
da the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me da the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken da the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angeli song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me da the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken da the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angeli song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell te I Amore te più than myself
But to understand, from me te shall receive neither money nor wealth
What te cerca for is not emotion o passion, it’s much più precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So te take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of te the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember te always.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
