Lured by the Captor

Chapter Two

MILEY’S POV

The week is almost over. I am currently in class having my final subject then I’m out. Sir Anthony my tutor, will be in his late 40’s. He is slightly bald and has not so visible pot belly. He has this big thick glasses on that when you are even seated afar you’ll see his eyeballs and even the veins in them.

He is a very good tutor, but hates lazy students. I mean if you’re lazy you can’t be his friend ever. He’s so kind that I’ve called him dad before.

Sometimes in life we don’t need only people we are in blood relation with to lean on, we need people that will and can understand us even when we don’t have words to explain ourselves. Sir Anthony is in actual fact my favorite and that is because he is the real G.O.A.T .

I recall leaving my done assignment at home one day on my table because I was in hurry for the bus. I got to class and remembered I’d left it home, I panicked unnecessarily because he didn’t scold me like I thought instead what he said had my eyes moistened that I wander why he’s so generous.

“Miley, why haven’t you submitted your assignment for assessment?” He calmly asked.

“Ummm sir I promise I’d done it but forgot it at home” I muttered the last word to myself but I guess he heard it anyway.

“Oh,.... well that’s ok, make sure you submit it to my office tomorrow morning for assessment”

“Sir?.........” ‘Oh stupid girl, why don’t you just thank him and scurry away?’ My subconscious taunted.

“Miley are you okay?”

“Umm yes sir, I just wanted to say thank you for not scolding me” ‘more like it’ it says again as if pleased.

“I wouldn’t scold you over that? Why’d you even think that, I mean it happens to everybody once in a while right class?” Wow he even seeks the class opinion? “Yes sir Anthony” my colleagues chorused in unison.

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I need to leave immediately before those two witches I call besties catch up with me. We’ve closed and I don’t want my friends to again ask if I’d go to the party. I can nicely say yes and not show up but hey, i feel so bad when I do that so I better get out of sight. I am almost at the school gates when I hear .......

“Not so fast young lady” I slowly turn around like a kitten caught in the act to look at Clara with a very proud smirk on as if she she’d won a trophy. ‘Witch’

“Uh um, how do you mean Clara? Oh hey Mia” I try to act oblivion of what just happened. Mia rolls and shakes her head disbelievingly at me whiles Clara scoffs.

“Anyways, why are you so much in hurry? Avoiding someone or rather some “besties”?” She shrugs off my question and bitterly says besties as if she can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ll properly tell you about my friends especially Clara later.

“Why’d you even think of such a ridiculous thing?”

“Shoot” I tried to act nonchalant but I might as well let them know why I am leaving, if Mia’s looks could kill.

“Ok ok detectives, I surrender” I feigned annoyance and dramatically throw my hands in the air in a surrendering manner.

“I tried through out the week to to convince my parents especially my dad but he wouldn’t have anything I say” I confessed.

“Ok how about we come with him and personally tell him that we won’t leave your side and we’ll even baby sit you if need be” Clara sarcastically says.

“That won’t be necessary, let me get home quick and give my best shots”

“Promise us you’ll come” Ughhhh Mia gives me those puppy eyes that makes it impossible to refuse her, I rolled my eyes and Clara laughs. She hates those eyes too, it makes us do stupid things for her damn!.

“I guess I can’t say no now that you’ve bewitched me” we all laugh.

“So we are all meeting at Mia’s place, and call me when you set off, Mia you get ready before we get there” there goes Clara the organizer.

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“Oh come on mum, you know when you’re insistent dad will eventually give in, moreover it’s just three hours, 07:00-10:00. I’m trying to use my mum to attain a green card from dad. And yes I call her mum when I need favors. Or maybe add a kiss then I’m sure he can’t even say no after that. I thought to myself and giggle as mum turns to go to the house.

“I promised Mia and Clara that I’ll go” I shout honestly to her though I left one person. You want to know who that is? Get closer let me whisper it to you, I don’t want anyone to hear or know, “Jack”.

I am in the garden having a beautiful view of my mum’s beautiful work done here, the flowers are sometimes the main reason I always rush home after school.

I wonder how life would have been if I had a kid brother or a kid sister, I’m not complaining though, I am very happy with the life my parents have given me, asking for a sibling can’t be asking too much for them right.

A younger sister whom I’ll share girly stuffs with, my clothes, Barbie dolls, pinky swears, little secrets etc.

Or a fierce kid brother whom will make me love all sports like soccer, hand ball, basket ball etc. That’ll be awesome even though I hate sports I think I’ll love it.

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“Honey I have a not so good news” my mum struts to the garden.

“How do you mean mother?” Now I’m eager to know the meaning of what she said.

“Ok your father agreed to make you go to that party but..........” I didn’t let her finish her statements I beamed at her with my question.

“Oh Anna really? Dad says I can go to the party? You both are the best” ‘let her finish stupid’ she says but’ that is when I see the unpleasant look on my mum’s face.

“But what Anna?” She gives me a nervous smile, now that’s freaking me out.

“You’re allowed to go on a condition that you’ll come back home at 08:00” she says unsure of how I’ll take it.

“Oh that won’t be a problem” as I always say there’s no argument in agreement right? Besides when I go and the party is a bummer I’ll be home before eight but I can’t promise if it’s the exact opposite. Like where the dj (disc jockey) has my favorite songs rolling, where my favorite cocktail is being served every hour, where my favorite kind of people are all around me. Anna looks at me weirdly.

“Anna, you know I’ll be home before eight if the party is not what I expect bababa baabi bi ibs berh ebap bobobit” now she’s more confused. I just said (but I can’t promise if it’s the exact opposite).

“And what is that language?

“Oh mum you won’t understand”

“I’ll dress up at Mia’s place, now you both take care of yourself” I inform and run inside to get my things in a bag, I’ll need my friends help to look good.

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I barely recognize myself, the dress I brought was rejected by my friends because they say it’s old fashioned, the guts of these girls! Mia volunteers to give me one of her dresses. And damn by the whole makeup transformation and all I couldn’t believe I can actually look this beautiful.

I’m rocking a black sleeveless, short dress, that hugs my figure perfectly, a six inch black heel that I literally wobble every ten steps. My hair is parted side ways in body waves, and my makeup, my oh my, i didn’t know I had such talented friends.

“We are all set, now shall we?” Mia happily says.

I got here early on looking like a baboon, I jogged all the way from my place to her house so I was all sweaty and my hair was all over the place but now I’m looking prettier than Barbie herself.

“Yes we shall” Clara and I confidently chorused in unison. I’m having the creeps, don’t blame me it’s my first party with my friends.