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One Week Later...

Time: 6:30 PM

You scoot over when the couch you were sitting in dipped as Jason sat next to you holding a bowl of chips/popcorn. He had finally let you out of your room but you had Sprite-Guy and Sue as constant baby sitters wherever you went, unless Jason himself was with you.

You checked the bathrooms you were allowed in for any windows you could fit in and found none all of the windows were locked and too small for you to fit through. You made note of every door you saw and determined that the only exit was guarded 24/7 by two dudes whose names you didn't know. But then again you only knew Calums name.

With the slightest shake of his head Jason placed the bowl between you in the space you had created.

The TV played a random episode of spongebob that you weren't interested watching, because you were far to busy hatching an escape plan. As of now you had only planned what would happen if you were to even step foot outside, as far as you could tell there was no way out. Jason's house was a nice, expensive looking modern-ish house- no scratch that it was a mf mansion. You would get lost in it if it weren't for Calum and Sprite-Guy. During the day or two you were released from your cell you determined that Jason's gang was bigger than you had originally thought. It wasn't just Calum, Sprite-Guy, Rainbow, and Sue. (You had given them all nicknames because you were tired of calling them all 'guy'.) There were tons of them, like five more that lived in cabins that littered the backyard.

"What's going through your mind babygirl?" He sighed not looking at you but staring intently at the TV like he actually cared.

Just my escape plan... You know...the usual.

"Don't call me that," You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes as you spoke crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive way.

"Your in my house. I'll call you whatever I please, babygirl." He replied, his eyes turning to you as he shifted his body turning to look at you his voice the slightest octave deeper as he eyed you daring you to try to retaliate.

And of course like the brilliant genius you were you did.

"I didn't ask to be here you fucking fat pig," You murmured tightening your arms across your chest and just barely glancing in his direction before turning away like a child.

"Did you just call me a 'fat pig'?" He asked amusement lacing his voice as he ignored what you said before.

You didn't know how to reply. Talking to Jason was like testing the pool water. You had to dip your toe in to check the temperature before diving in so that's what you did.

"Yes?" You questioned talking over a quiet buzzing noise.

When you didn't get a response your turned your head back to where he sat and almost sighed with relief when you saw he wasn't there. But like where'd he go?

What the actual hell?

You looked around and saw Sue standing at the back of the couch with a blank look on his face as he stood silently tapping his finger along his thigh.

"Where'd he go, Sue?" You asked looking around for any sign of the man who just disappeared in thin air.

"Sue?" He asked squinting his eyes that held both confusion and amusement.

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