Short story

[seacosmos]

10 Days Hidden Away
© ScarredClouds 2017. All Rights Reserved
(ScarredClouds is my wattpad username.)​

DAY 1
With everyone gathered around in a circle, sitting on the smooth floor of the living room, we began our game of truth or dare. Earlier today, before the party had started, Greg and Ana had helped me to move the coffee table to the side of the living room, by the wall. This arrangement was so we could sit around and play some games, as we were doing now.

“Lukas! Truth or dare?” Mae Grenwin’s voice flew across the room, dancing with the wind. Lukas Hendren, the person Mae had chosen, replied immediately.

“Dare.”

“Admit you love Natasha!” Mae smirked mischievously. Lukas’ cheeks turned a crimson red, like a rose blooming on a hot summer’s day. Natasha Yuna’s cheeks flared up as well, to a cherry pink that matched the colour of her dyed hair. Lukas swore under his breath, before looking at Natasha.

“Natasha, I, um. I like you,” Lukas said hesitantly, but his tone made it sound more like a question. Natasha nodded, before manoeuvring her vision to the window by the front door. Mae chuckled, before allowing Lukas to take over. He chose Greg.

“Truth. Dares are overrated,” Greg said, his face stern and unreadable. Lukas’ head bounced up and down in a nod as he considered Greg’s answer for a moment before blurting out a question.

“Do you really like Iyana Walter?”

Greg looked at Lukas, like that was the stupidest question he’d ever heard. “Excuse me, but she’s my girlfriend… of course I do.” Lukas nodded, acknowledging the information, but there was more to his question.

“Then why are there rumours that you’re cheating on her with Puma Francis?” Lukas’ mouth was resisting the urge to smirk, as Greg seemed to look surprised at what he’s said. Greg’s long, delicate fingers drummed against the floor, as he thought the comment over.

“Rumours are rumours. You never know if they’re true until proof is shown. Innocent until proven guilty,” Greg said. Then, he looked towards me. My name slipped from his lips, tainted with venom and hatred. Ever since I’d discovered how good I was at playing the guitar, something Greg always wanted to be able to do, he’s hated me. As though his life depended on it, he has been constantly looking for things to justify his hatred even more. However, I was fine with him; I simply ignored him, most of the time.

Knowing how bad this idea I had formed in my mind was, I was dubious, but I still said that taunting word. “Dare.” My reputation as a daredevil cannot be tarnished just because of my brother, who was now smiling.

“Alright then…” Liam licked his lips. “I dare you to go into the basement - and stay there - for 10 days. No food, a bottle of water, a flashlight and, just because I’m feeling generous, a friend.”

“Game on,” I blurted immediately, although I was scared. Ana glanced at me and Liam and frowned. She had been baking cookies - merely out of boredom, but also because everyone was hungry, and her cookies were palatable - and overheard us.

“Just because our parents won’t be here for a fortnight, doesn’t mean you can just send Gary on a survival mission, Greg,” Ana said. She liked to call me Gary, because she found it easier rather than saying Garroth.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Ana, but Garroth already agreed. Besides, what could go wrong? Unless he stupidly decides to waste the water, he’ll be fine. Look, we’ll give him two bottles, then. Since he’ll be bringing a friend and all.” Liam said, he was convinced he was sending me down there. Just so he could get rid of me for the next 10 days. Luckily, it was the middle of Summer break, so school wasn’t a worry.

“Fine, but if we get in trouble, I’m going to blame you, okay? I’ll get the flashlight and bottles. Gary, choose sensibly. Choose someone who, like, watches Bear Grylls in their spare time or something. I don’t know. Just someone who’ll help you survive, okay?” Ana said, casting me a worried glance, before going.

“Well, I nominate Hieta,” Oliver Scarlet said. “She does watch Bear Grylls in her spare time.”

Hieta Jackson was my best friend, even though she’s a girl. You probably thought she was a boy since Hieta sounds like a boy’s name, didn’t you? I’ve known her since we were in kindergarten. Oliver had been saying we’d make the perfect couple ever since freshman year high school, when we met him. Secretly, I was sure he was just trying to get us together. But that was fine, she was enjoyable company anyway.

“Sure. Hieta, you up for it?” I asked; she smiled and nodded. We, followed by everyone else, walked to the door of the basement. Ana arrived as we did, and handed me the supplies which was all in a small bag. Leaning in, she whispered into my ear.

“I added a few chocolate bars, don’t tell Greg,” she said, her voice barely audible. Hieta may have been standing right next to me, but even she didn’t hear what Ana said, as proven by her asking me about what Ana said.

Wrapping my hand around the handle of the basement door, to conceal the fact that I was shaking, I smiled at everyone. Before I could push open the door, Hieta said, “Just tell my parents that I’m going on a 2 week long trip with Garroth, to visit his Grandparents, ‘kay?”

Greg rolled his eyes but nodded anyway, and Ana waved at us as I pushed the door open. I flicked the switch for the lights, and the stairs and basement were dominated by yellowed light. You might be wondering why we’d need a flashlight now. Well, between Greg and I, it was an unspoken rule that whenever one of us entered the basement because of the other, they had to do it without the light. They could only use the light for the stairs.

I interlocked my hand with Hieta and dubiously, we slowly walked down the stairs. As soon as we were down there, the lights went out, probably courtesy of Greg. The sound of a door slamming shut, and a lock being put into place could be heard from behind us.

Nervously, I dug through the bag and got out the torch. I turned it on, and shone it around the room. There was nothing around, except an old and worn out rug, a table, and a bunch of tools. By one of the walls, there was also our old washing machine, which no longer works.

We lay on the rug, with the bag beside me. Staring up into oblivion, we were quiet for what felt like a long time. At one point I turned, and I saw Hieta’s eyes closed lightly, her breathing soft. Unconsciously, my hand crawled over to hers, as my eyes closed and I fell into a deep slumber.

DAY 2
When I awoke, it seemed Hieta had been awake for a while. She stood by the table, and was looking at the tools. Groggily, I stood up and walked to her. What she said, I knew was meant as a joke.

“These tools look sharp enough to kill.”

Oh, how wrong we were, to assume it a joke.

For the rest of the day, we mostly played random games, like 20 Questions, except we did 100. I learnt a lot of surprising stuff about Hieta, to be completely honest. Also, we talked about random stuff. Before long, we had also eaten the chocolate bars, which were almost melted.

We also finished about a quarter of the water from the first bottle. Once again, we slept on the rug when we both got pretty tired. Plus, the shadows and darkness of the night were out by then. How I know? There was a small window just above the table.

DAY 3
We found a packet of Uno in the bag, which Ana must’ve snuck in. For the whole of what I assumed as morning, we played Uno, and sadly, I lost about 9/10 of the games.

After that, we played chopsticks, and conversed about anime. Somehow, it felt as though the day had sped through faster than the day before. Soon, we were blessed with the darkness of night, and Hieta and I lay on the rug to sleep - something that came quickly and easily.

DAY 4
When I awoke, daylight streamed in from the small window. Hieta complained that she’d felt her hand disturbed by something, but I waved it off.

“It’s probably just the material of the rug getting to you,” I said. Hieta shrugged it off soon after, and we sat cross legged and played Rock, Scissors, Paper for a bit. I complained that I needed to go to the bathroom, and Hieta agreed.

Hieta decided it would make her life much easier if she just wet herself, so that’s what she did. However, we’d found a bucket, and I did it into there while Hieta looked away, and focused on the tools on the table. After that, we played more Uno, until the sun had set.

Before we went to sleep, Hieta told me that the tools on the table had seemed quite worn out. I told her that my father would come down here often, he had probably used them. She agreed, and then we went to sleep.

 

[seacosmos]

DAY 5
My ears were on high alert before my eyes were open. A sound like that of scared screaming had awoken me, and now I sat up; rubbing my eyes as I looked around for Hieta. Somehow, she’s mysteriously disappeared. That was when I also noticed that firstly, the torch was gone. Secondly, there was now a gaping hole in the ground, where the carpet had been. There was also a metal piece laying beside it. Now I understood, the handle of the trapdoor had been the object to disturb Hieta the two nights before.

Due to lack of light, I couldn’t see much, but I could tell there was a ladder leading down from the secret trapdoor. I peered down the hole, and saw a small essence of light.

“Hieta! Are you down there?” I called out. Only after the words had left my mouth, did I realise that maybe she had screamed earlier because there was a murderer or something down there. Silently, I swore at myself, before noticing a figure appear at the bottom of the ladders. With them, was a torch which they shone upwards. I had to cover my eyes when the light shone directly on them.

“Garroth? I think you should come down here…” Hieta’s voice said nervously. Hesitantly, I began my descent down the ladders. When I reached the bottom, Hieta was standing beside me, the torch held firmly in her grip. It was pointed toward the floor, but still switched on. Looking around, I saw no masked murderers or anything, but then again it was pretty dark, they could be hiding…

“I found something,” Hieta said. Her voice was low, shaggy and ragged, and her tone was very, very scared. Her breathing also seemed slightly uneven. Interlocking her hand with mine, her fingers fitting with mine perfectly, she shone the light around the room.

“Bloody hell,” I mumbled.

“No kidding,” Hieta muttered, beneath her breath. On the right side of the room, there was a table, and hanging above it was some butcher knives. There were also some scattered on the table, one or two on the ground.

On the side directly in front of us, there were rack upon rack of small, wrapped boxes, like birthday presents. There were also tiny pieces of paper stuck on them, saying things like, “hand”, “kidney”, “heart”, “nails”, and other parts of the human anatomy. Some also stated, “fur”. As in animal fur.

On the left side of the room, there was a bulletin board, and a ton of posters of missing kids and pictures of those missing kids were stuck to it with thumbtacks. The pictures seemed to have been taken while the photographer was hiding, because in some of them, there were shrubs and leaves covering the sides of the picture.

“Hey Garroth...what did you say your father does as a job?” Hieta asked quietly. After we were done looking around that creepy room, we climbed back up the ladder, and agreed never to go down there again.

“He never said specifically, but he does a job that includes having clients,” I replied. Hieta nodded, but she seemed doubtful.

“Garroth… I think your father may be a murderer. Those pictures of the kids down there? Some of those kids have been missing for more than 5 years, others as recent as 2 months ago.” Hieta frowned, as did I.

“No… no way,” I mumbled, but the evidence had been in front of me just moments ago. “Surely I’m not the son of a serial killer.”

Hieta hugged me, as tears started building in my eyes, and falling like waterfalls. Memories flashed through my mind, of times I’d spent with my father. When he taught me how to swim. When he taught me how to ride a bike. When our family went on a picnic. When…

“Hold on. Greg and Ana. If… if my father is truly a serial killer, then they are in big trouble!” I exclaim frightfully. Hieta nods, and suddenly we are in a state of panic. Thankfully, Hieta is logical, and notices how dark out it is suddenly.

“They are probably not awake now, it’s late. We’ll try to tell them tomorrow, if they aren’t stupid and don’t reply.” Hieta lay on the rug, and gestured for me to follow. I did, but I curled up in a ball. Hieta wrapped her arms around me, as tears still trickled from my eyes. We slept like that.

DAY 6
As soon as I wake up, I notice Hieta, and how her arms are still wrapped around me. I look up, and her delicate features stare back at me. Her soft, brown curls are a mess, yet she looks cute. Suddenly, her eyelids flutter like a newborn butterfly’s wings, and then she is staring back at me with her light, chocolate brown eyes. She smiles, causing me to smile.

And then the previous day’s occurrences rush back to us, and we’re standing up and gathering everything. We run up the stairs, and Hieta knocks on the locked door frantically. Ana answers relatively quickly, unlocking and opening the door.

“You don’t have long, at any minute Greg is going to wake up,” Ana says. Hieta and I nod, and Hieta fills Ana in on what we had discovered. Ana shakes her head slightly once Hieta is finished.

“Wow. I honestly don’t want to believe you. Yet, I feel like you’re telling the truth. Okay, come out of there, I’ll try to reason with Greg,” Ana says, upon hearing footsteps from behind her coming down the stairs.

Hieta and I exit the basement, just as Greg is down the last step. He looks at us, then at Ana, and a rage I cannot begin to describe fills him to his core.

“What the hell, Ana? It hasn’t even been 10 days, let alone 7! You’re already letting them out? You’re too flipping soft, Ana, you idiot!” Greg says, trying to keep his voice even, but it comes out as yells. Ana frowns, and tells me and Hieta to go to the dining room.

“I’ll deal with Greg, just go,” she said. We did. Quickly.

Greg’s yelling could be heard from the living room, the room that connected to the door of the basement. Ana was quiet, we almost didn’t hear her voice. However, she was persuading. Within minutes, Greg had calmed down, and he was sitting at the table with us. Albeit he did give us glares, he didn’t complain.

Ana served bacon and eggs. We ate in silence. The recent discovery had, evidently, unnerved us all. Once we were all done, Ana spoke up.

“I think we should call the police,” she said quietly. Greg mumbled something, but he still nodded, and I did as well.

“Yes, agreed. But, how will we prove that it is really your father? We have no proof. We should still report the basement things to the police, however, be warned that the possibility of your father being arrested as soon as he arrives back in Birmingham is low,” Hieta stated. Ana nodded solemnly, then she went to phone the police.

Greg soon left to his room. I brought Hieta up to mine, and gave her a change of clothes. Hieta changed in the connected bathroom, while I changed in my room. Once we were done, we stayed in my room until the police arrived. The clothes I’d given Hieta fit surprisingly well.

Once the police were down in the basement, they surveyed the scene, before calling for backup. More officers arrived, and two of them brought the four of us - Greg, Ana, Hieta and I - to the police station to be questioned.

The questions the police officers asked were basic things, and I answered them all, and we were released soon. However, the officers said we wouldn’t be allowed in our house. Hieta offered for us to come to hers, and we agreed. One of the officers were kind enough to drive us there, and Ana thanked him profusely.

“Granny! Ma, pa! I’m back,” Hieta called out. Her parents appeared, and hugged her.

“Hieta! Josh told us you were on a 2 week long trip with Garroth, why are you back so early?” Hieta’s mom, Mrs Jackson, said. She looked up and smiled at me and my siblings.

“Pleasure to see you, Garroth, as well. Ana, Greg, nice to see you too,” Mrs Jackson chirped, as Mr Jackson gave us a smile, before going to the living room. Hieta bit her lip nervously, she knew she had to give some sort of reason for us three to stay. Being the sweet and honest Hieta she was, she went for telling the ugly truth in lieu of lying.

“Oh my…” Mrs Jackson mumbled, once Hieta was done. She allowed us to stay. But we weren’t allowed to contact our parents, or tell them where we were, for fear they would come after us.

We stayed there for pretty much the whole day.

DAY 10
Greg isn’t currently with us, he went out. We hear a knock on the front door. It’s faint, since we aren’t that near the entrance. In fact, we’re on the second floor. Mrs Jackson answers, and albeit we can’t hear her, we hear footsteps entering the house.

Ana stands up and opens the door a crack, peeking through. What she sees makes her shake visibly, and she closes the door. Her breathing has begun to be uneven, and she gets an asthma attack. Thankfully her inhaler is nearby. She takes a breath, then tells Hieta and I what she saw.

“Dad… our father. Mr Thompson. He - he’s here. I don’t know how or why or - he’s just… he’s right downstairs. Right now,” Ana said, her words jumbled. We froze in shock, and then we immediately went to what we’ve established as our safe spot, three days ago.

The closet isn’t that big, but the three of us manage to fit in. Hieta is pressed against my chest, and I can feel her breathing, her heartbeat accelerating. Mine does too. Ana is behind me, and she risks opening the closet ever so slightly.

Silence. It overtakes us. We are quiet for what feels like an eternity. Then, it is broken by the sound of footsteps. Coming upstairs. Hieta suddenly barrels out the closet before closing it fully.

“They’ll be suspicious if I’m not here at least,” Hieta’s voice comes from the other side of the closet door. The realisation slaps me in the face, and I sigh at my idiocy. I turn carefully, and then I am facing Ana. The look on her face...she’s so scared. I give her a thumbs up, and she smiles, just as the door to the room opens.

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[seacosmos]

From outside the closet, we hear our dad greeting Hieta. Mrs Jackson sounds cheerful as well, but it is obviously faked, at least, obvious to someone who knows. Hieta acts jubilant as well, however her voice wavers slightly. She tries to cover it up by talking more, but she is scared.

Soon, Ana and I hear footsteps leaving. We wait for Hieta to open the closet, or for her to say something like, “you can come out now”. She does, after a bit. I conclude she must be shaken up, so it took her a minute to remember Ana and I.

Ana pushes open the closet door and stumbles out. I follow suit quickly. We all sit on the ground in shock for a moment. We hear the front door open, and we sigh in relief, knowing that Ana and my father was going now, that we were safe for now.

That is, until we realise the front door hasn’t closed yet, and we can just barely hear people talking. Strangely, it is 3 people talking. Yet, Mr Jackson should be at work right now, and Hieta’s grandmother is napping. Then we remember.

Greg.

We hear the front door close, but we are now fearful. He has taken Greg, he must have. Now, he is after the three of us. It will not be hard, as we soon discover.

DAY 15
It has been 5 days since Greg has gone. We are too scared to even think of what is happening to him now. Last night, Ana went out with some friends, and she has yet to come back. Hieta and I are scared, what if he got her?

We’ve stayed in Hieta’s room since five days ago; Mrs Jackson brings us food. She knows we are only hiding for our safety, and she accepts that. The food is good, she does an excellent job at it. Still, she worries about us. We tell her we’re fine, honestly, but she’s still scared. She also already called the police about Ana.

The police say they have dad’s location, and that makes me feel more secure. I wonder about mom sometimes, when I can’t sleep. I wonder if he’s done anything to her. I worry.

It is starting to darken outside, the sky is clouding with grey and dark blue. I am tucked up in Hieta’s queen sized bed, beside her. The reason we sleep so early is because we are scared, we don’t want to see him. Even if he gets us, we simply don’t want to see his face. His happy face turned sadistic.

Hieta is less scared than me; she says we’ll get through this but I am doubtful. Tonight I grab her and pull her into a hug, and she is surprised. I hold her in that hug for a few moments, cherishing her, before I let her go. I want her to remember me, if I am not able to escape my own father’s wrath. I want her to know that I love her.

“I love you,” I say quietly, my eyes already halfway closed. She nods, smiles, and even though it’s dark I can see her blush. She opens her mouth to reply, but then she sees something behind me and her eyes shut forcefully. I know what she saw, it was him. I close my eyes as well, and then I drift away.

He has come for me. Today, I have been able to accomplish all of nothing, but I am okay. As he crawls through the open window, in the dead of night, after everyone is asleep. He takes me from the bed, I am okay. I am okay. I am okay that I am going to die today.

He throws me from the window, I fall and I feel my bones cracking, I know I cannot get up anymore, so I do not try. My skin prickles from the cold air, and he is coming down and then he is picking my body up and then he is dumping me in a truck.

Then...nothing. There was only black. I fell asleep. In a way, it is a good thing, for I need not feel the pain which was inflicted onto me, as he stabs me and stabs me and stabs me. My body becomes something that is only a piece of waste. Something that shall be disposed.

He brings my corpse to the river, where we first went fishing. He lays me there, by the river, with its ever flowing current. He pushes me in, and then I am being taken away by the fish, by the water. My skin flushes blueish purple. The water blurs with my blood, it becomes a murky reddish turquoise colour.

I have died.

But I am okay. I am okay. I am okay because Hieta knows the secret I’ve been hiding from her all this time.

I love Hieta Jackson.

Now, I have been taken from her. She will love me all the more; that’s how it goes in the stories isn’t it? You only cherish something once it has been taken from you…

That’s why I planned this, from the very start. I asked dad to kill me, when I discovered his murderous secret, for her. I was simply sacrificing myself for her love. I am sure she loves me now, she can’t not. Because that’s how love works… Right?

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Inspired by @CoolXbam ’s threads about him getting trapped in his basement or whatever

Start - Sat 14 Oct 2017
Finish - Mon 16 Oct 2017

Word count - 4528
Character count (incl. spaces) - 23979

Thanks for reading, here’s a cookie for your time. *gives a cookie*

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[XbamTheDutchAD]

From outside the closet, we hear our dad greeting Hieta. Mrs Jackson sounds cheerful as well, but it is obviously faked, at least, obvious to someone who knows. Hieta acts jubilant as well, however her voice wavers slightly. She tries to cover it up by talking more, but she is scared.

Soon, Ana and I hear footsteps leaving. We wait for Hieta to open the closet, or for her to say something like, “you can come out now”. She does, after a bit. I conclude she must be shaken up, so it took her a minute to remember Ana and I.

Ana pushes open the closet door and stumbles out. I follow suit quickly. We all sit on the ground in shock for a moment. We hear the front door open, and we sigh in relief, knowing that Ana and my father was going now, that we were safe for now.

That is, until we realise the front door hasn’t closed yet, and we can just barely hear people talking. Strangely, it is 3 people talking. Yet, Mr Jackson should be at work right now, and Hieta’s grandmother is napping. Then we remember.

Greg.

We hear the front door close, but we are now fearful. He has taken Greg, he must have. Now, he is after the three of us. It will not be hard, as we soon discover.

DAY 15
It has been 5 days since Greg has gone. We are too scared to even think of what is happening to him now. Last night, Ana went out with some friends, and she has yet to come back. Hieta and I are scared, what if he got her?

We’ve stayed in Hieta’s room since five days ago; Mrs Jackson brings us food. She knows we are only hiding for our safety, and she accepts that. The food is good, she does an excellent job at it. Still, she worries about us. We tell her we’re fine, honestly, but she’s still scared. She also already called the police about Ana.

The police say they have dad’s location, and that makes me feel more secure. I wonder about mom sometimes, when I can’t sleep. I wonder if he’s done anything to her. I worry.

It is starting to darken outside, the sky is clouding with grey and dark blue. I am tucked up in Hieta’s queen sized bed, beside her. The reason we sleep so early is because we are scared, we don’t want to see him. Even if he gets us, we simply don’t want to see his face. His happy face turned sadistic.

Hieta is less scared than me; she says we’ll get through this but I am doubtful. Tonight I grab her and pull her into a hug, and she is surprised. I hold her in that hug for a few moments, cherishing her, before I let her go. I want her to remember me, if I am not able to escape my own father’s wrath. I want her to know that I love her.

“I love you,” I say quietly, my eyes already halfway closed. She nods, smiles, and even though it’s dark I can see her blush. She opens her mouth to reply, but then she sees something behind me and her eyes shut forcefully. I know what she saw, it was him. I close my eyes as well, and then I drift away.

He has come for me. Today, I have been able to accomplish all of nothing, but I am okay. As he crawls through the open window, in the dead of night, after everyone is asleep. He takes me from the bed, I am okay. I am okay. I am okay that I am going to die today.

He throws me from the window, I fall and I feel my bones cracking, I know I cannot get up anymore, so I do not try. My skin prickles from the cold air, and he is coming down and then he is picking my body up and then he is dumping me in a truck.

Then...nothing. There was only black. I fell asleep. In a way, it is a good thing, for I need not feel the pain which was inflicted onto me, as he stabs me and stabs me and stabs me. My body becomes something that is only a piece of waste. Something that shall be disposed.

He brings my corpse to the river, where we first went fishing. He lays me there, by the river, with its ever flowing current. He pushes me in, and then I am being taken away by the fish, by the water. My skin flushes blueish purple. The water blurs with my blood, it becomes a murky reddish turquoise colour.

I have died.

But I am okay. I am okay. I am okay because Hieta knows the secret I’ve been hiding from her all this time.

I love Hieta Jackson.

Now, I have been taken from her. She will love me all the more; that’s how it goes in the stories isn’t it? You only cherish something once it has been taken from you…

That’s why I planned this, from the very start. I asked dad to kill me, when I discovered his murderous secret, for her. I was simply sacrificing myself for her love. I am sure she loves me now, she can’t not. Because that’s how love works… Right?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

Inspired by @CoolXbam ’s threads about him getting trapped in his basement or whatever

Start - Sat 14 Oct 2017
Finish - Mon 16 Oct 2017

Word count - 4528
Character count (incl. spaces) - 23979

Thanks for reading, here’s a cookie for your time. *gives a cookie*

i love this story, did u take some things from my basement thread stories?? even so i love it
but still that basement story is real

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[~Ang~]

lauren this is AMAZING

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[~GingerbreadSwirl~]

нσℓу ¢яαρ ℓαυяєи
тнαт ωαѕ ѕσσσ gσσ∂
αи∂ кιи∂α ѕα∂

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[XbamTheDutchAD]

нσℓу ¢яαρ ℓαυяєи
тнαт ωαѕ ѕσσσ gσσ∂
αи∂ кιи∂α ѕα∂

I want that text, it looks cool

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[Fheonix]

Amazing story lauren

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[HermioneJG]

What the heck? WHAT THE HECK?
THIS FAMILY HAS PROBLEMS













Great story though

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[XThomasXPlayzX]

Just finished it... Su sad he just dies like that... I cri. I wuz rly hoping for a marriage. This is amazing... Do more

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[cheesyunicorn]

Aww, darn, there goes my OTP XD

*cough* totally not late *cough*

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[DarkRainbows]

Nice! Really, really good!

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[Nyla]

From outside the closet, we hear our dad greeting Hieta. Mrs Jackson sounds cheerful as well, but it is obviously faked, at least, obvious to someone who knows. Hieta acts jubilant as well, however her voice wavers slightly. She tries to cover it up by talking more, but she is scared.

Soon, Ana and I hear footsteps leaving. We wait for Hieta to open the closet, or for her to say something like, “you can come out now”. She does, after a bit. I conclude she must be shaken up, so it took her a minute to remember Ana and I.

Ana pushes open the closet door and stumbles out. I follow suit quickly. We all sit on the ground in shock for a moment. We hear the front door open, and we sigh in relief, knowing that Ana and my father was going now, that we were safe for now.

That is, until we realise the front door hasn’t closed yet, and we can just barely hear people talking. Strangely, it is 3 people talking. Yet, Mr Jackson should be at work right now, and Hieta’s grandmother is napping. Then we remember.

Greg.

We hear the front door close, but we are now fearful. He has taken Greg, he must have. Now, he is after the three of us. It will not be hard, as we soon discover.

DAY 15
It has been 5 days since Greg has gone. We are too scared to even think of what is happening to him now. Last night, Ana went out with some friends, and she has yet to come back. Hieta and I are scared, what if he got her?

We’ve stayed in Hieta’s room since five days ago; Mrs Jackson brings us food. She knows we are only hiding for our safety, and she accepts that. The food is good, she does an excellent job at it. Still, she worries about us. We tell her we’re fine, honestly, but she’s still scared. She also already called the police about Ana.

The police say they have dad’s location, and that makes me feel more secure. I wonder about mom sometimes, when I can’t sleep. I wonder if he’s done anything to her. I worry.

It is starting to darken outside, the sky is clouding with grey and dark blue. I am tucked up in Hieta’s queen sized bed, beside her. The reason we sleep so early is because we are scared, we don’t want to see him. Even if he gets us, we simply don’t want to see his face. His happy face turned sadistic.

Hieta is less scared than me; she says we’ll get through this but I am doubtful. Tonight I grab her and pull her into a hug, and she is surprised. I hold her in that hug for a few moments, cherishing her, before I let her go. I want her to remember me, if I am not able to escape my own father’s wrath. I want her to know that I love her.

“I love you,” I say quietly, my eyes already halfway closed. She nods, smiles, and even though it’s dark I can see her blush. She opens her mouth to reply, but then she sees something behind me and her eyes shut forcefully. I know what she saw, it was him. I close my eyes as well, and then I drift away.

He has come for me. Today, I have been able to accomplish all of nothing, but I am okay. As he crawls through the open window, in the dead of night, after everyone is asleep. He takes me from the bed, I am okay. I am okay. I am okay that I am going to die today.

He throws me from the window, I fall and I feel my bones cracking, I know I cannot get up anymore, so I do not try. My skin prickles from the cold air, and he is coming down and then he is picking my body up and then he is dumping me in a truck.

Then...nothing. There was only black. I fell asleep. In a way, it is a good thing, for I need not feel the pain which was inflicted onto me, as he stabs me and stabs me and stabs me. My body becomes something that is only a piece of waste. Something that shall be disposed.

He brings my corpse to the river, where we first went fishing. He lays me there, by the river, with its ever flowing current. He pushes me in, and then I am being taken away by the fish, by the water. My skin flushes blueish purple. The water blurs with my blood, it becomes a murky reddish turquoise colour.

I have died.

But I am okay. I am okay. I am okay because Hieta knows the secret I’ve been hiding from her all this time.

I love Hieta Jackson.

Now, I have been taken from her. She will love me all the more; that’s how it goes in the stories isn’t it? You only cherish something once it has been taken from you…

That’s why I planned this, from the very start. I asked dad to kill me, when I discovered his murderous secret, for her. I was simply sacrificing myself for her love. I am sure she loves me now, she can’t not. Because that’s how love works… Right?

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Inspired by @CoolXbam ’s threads about him getting trapped in his basement or whatever

Start - Sat 14 Oct 2017
Finish - Mon 16 Oct 2017

Word count - 4528
Character count (incl. spaces) - 23979

Thanks for reading, here’s a cookie for your time. *gives a cookie*

I love it, although I must admit, I didn't read it all ._.
I like your descriptions as in the similes and metaphors you use to make it sound real.
And dang, impressive that you could write this in two days or maybe four. I don't know what days you're counting. But amazing.
And I'm on the wrong account. Ya, I'm to lazy.

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[Mr_CupQuake]

Wow all i just saw was a long stories xD

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[_Kiwii]

I love how you made it seem like just a Truth and Dare about going to the basement, staying there for 10 days and it turned into a romance in a way? If of course, I make sense. I found this kinda sad. Yet, He dies just like that. Omg, I would be crying at this T_T but there’s a closure in it in a way.

Aka, Your really amazing. xD

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[seacosmos]

Thank you everyone

- Thomas I would but I have school and I’m working on another story. So maybe during Christmas break
- Yes, Typi, it took me only 2 days.
- Kiwi, I almost cried too ;-;
- Cheesy, you get an OTP very quickly XD

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[Catto]

;-; sooooo.... sniff... fantastic....storryy.... it is kinda sad though.. sob sob...

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