Well, getting out of here was not going to be an easy job. There was nowhere a key around, there was no balcony, the computer was locked and no phone around. So, I was completely isolated. No, I had TV. But still, I had no means to let anybody know where I was. I laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Tyson was gone a lot, so I had plenty of time to come up with an escape plane. Unfortunately, Mila was the one that was good at picking locks. She never thought me. She’d always forget her keys, so she figured it would be easier than using the spare key that was practically buried somewhere. I never thought I’d need it, but well, I also never thought I’d leave Brighton before turning eighteen. I got up and looked out the window again. I seriously wondered if I’d survive jumping out of it. Well, enough people to catch me down there. I swear, it was late in the evening and still extremely crowded down there. I didn’t really expect anything else, it was the centre of London after all. I wondered what would happen when Lissa would come home. Then I wondered if Harry was already home. Was he looking for me. Damn, I missed him. And Louis too, which I considered a miracle. And the other guys. And the other four Tomlinson-hurricanes. Never thought I’d say that. Well, instead of thinking, I started looking. For a spare key or something else that’d help me escape.

I don’t know how much time had passed when I heard the door open . I was in the bedroom, quickly closed the drawer I was looking through and jumped on the bed. “Sorry I was gone for so long beautiful.” I shivered when he called me like that. I hated it. Tyson forced me to sit up. “What is wrong?” Yeah, maybe he, you k now, keeping me here, locked up, away from the people I loved. Instead I just shook my head with a sad smile. Tyson pulled me closer. He hugged me tightly and then he unzipped my dress. I sighed in my mind. I hated it that he dressed me up every freaking time he could. But he wasn’t going to change me. When I realised that, I panicked. “Stop, please.” It was nothing more than a whisper and he didn’t listen.

When I woke up, Tyson wasn’t holding me. But my whole body hurt. The clock said it was three. I laid there for a few moments and the pain got worse. When I couldn’t bear it anymore, I got up. Not a great idea. My head pounded like crazy. In the faint light of a street light, I saw bruises on my wrists. I heard a light snore and got that this was my chance. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans, a white tee and a thin jacket. It wasn’t much, considering the fact it was November and cold, but it was something. I tiptoed to the cupboard where Tyson kept the keys of the door and took them out. Suddenly, I noticed how quiet it was. Too quiet.

Notes

Heyhey,

So, today was my 16th birthday and I got the best birthdaygifts ever: Shadow Kiss, Island on Mainland, a freaking awesome vest (from my bff: (http://www.large.nl/laced-back-girls-vest-girls-vest/art_240528/?campaign=large%2Fnl%2Fban%2Fretargeting%2Fcriteo )) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand
the music video of Story of my life <3 Seriously, I was freaking, bouncing and my parents were like: wtf is wrong with you. And then I nearly killed our TV because a talk show host didn't pronounce Liam's and Louis' name right (yeah, you'd think how you can pronounce it wrong, but she managed)

Best. Birthday. Ever!

XXX