Chapter 4: RESPONSIBILITIES

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"Dylan? When can I go home?" I whined at him while he just kept himself busy with his laptop. I groaned when he didn't pay me any attention, he just continued typing something, with his eyebrows almost creating that tiny bridge on his forehead. I am currently squatted by the window observing how the droplets of water pour down from the sky. I think I'm beginning to feel homesick and I really don't like it. I kept on thinking about what Mom and that stupid sister of mine are doing, for some reason I just couldn't sit still. However, we've been here inside this cabin for almost three days, and not a single chance was given to me to even just touch the grass outside. Man, he's turning me into a prisoner..oh right, I am a prisoner. He's the one who technically kidnapped me with my mother's permission. this is so messed up.  This is actually my favorite type of weather. It's so calming and refreshing, it's like nature's way of telling me that everything is fine, and soon things will go back the way they used to be.  I just don't get it thought. He's not hurting me or anything, he's just keeping me here, locked up inside this room, and rarely lets me come downstairs. He is so weird.  I've tried countless times to get away though, but he took extra measures to keep me from escaping. Things got even more difficult when he started working his paper works inside my room, and rarely comes out. He stuck himself with me. that's sweet.  I almost scoffed at my own sarcasm. This dude is far from soft cotton candy. He's quiet most of the time, and only talks when it's necessary.  I can't live this kind of life. What does he want from me anyway.. I was about to speak up when he stood up from the sofa where he's currently sitting, and began marching towards the door. Immediately I shot right up and followed him.  Unfortunately, before I could even reach a meter from where I previously sat, the door closed shut. "damn, he locked me in again. Bastard" I mumbled angrily. I almost ripped my hair out in frustration. What the f**k does he want from me?!  Fuming with rage, I banged on my door and yelled unnecessary words at him. He should understand that I also have the right to know my purpose here! I seriously don't have the time to play house because..oh god.. Something just stuck itself inside my brain neurons... It's the end of the month...which means next week.. "DYLAN! YOU NEED TO LET ME GO!!" I banged loudly on the door. "I NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL, YOU SICK BASTARD!!"
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