Rapunzul

“Alright now get out here!” he shouted
“I can’t! You have to come in.”
“I’m not going in there! Why can’t you just come out?”
“Because I’m stuck and need help. Look there’s a key in the dirt by the hibiscuses; it’s sticking out a bit just pull it out and unlock the door. ” I said waiting anxiously for a sign of him doing what I told him to do.
Finally after what felt like forever I heard the door click. This is it our first meeting, I walk to the bathroom mirror to check if I look fine, I do.
“Hello?” I heard him shout, “Where are you? How am I supposed to help you?”
“I’m up stairs on the second door to your right; you just have to unlock the door.” His steps are slow, like he’s not sure if he should do this. Do it. Do it. Do it. I want to see you even if only for a few a seconds. Just don’t leave me. Don’t leave me before even meeting me.
I heard the door to my room open and quickly turned my head. I could feel the biggest smile growing on my face. I jumped up off the ground and walked closer to him. I cupped his face with my hands and looked him in the eyes examining every feature of his face. He looked at me in a confused way.
“What the hell are y-!?” he began saying, but I rudely cut him off.
“I’m Gerard. What’s your name? I mean I could describe you from memory age, looks, and personality, but if anyone ever asked me your name I wouldn’t be able to say it for the life of me.” I took a deep breath seeing as I used it all in my last sentence.
“I’m…Frank? Are you like a stalker?” a stalker what’s that? Well if I don’t know what it is then I’m probably not that.
“No. Okay Frank did you leave the door open?”
“Well yeah,” he stopped talking and pushed me off of himself “but I came here because you hit my girlfriend in the face and if it bruises her parents are going to blame me.” Girlfriend? He has one, someone he loves? No, no, no, no, no it can’t be. If he has someone he loves then that means…there’s no place for me in his world or even the outside world. I could feel the tears beginning to form.
“I need to do it.” I mumbled to myself.
“Do what? What are you talking about?!” he asked sounding completely, well like my mom when my dad says it would be good to let me out.
“I need to do it; I need to go outside just once this is my only chance you were supposed to be permanent. A permanent way out of here, but now you’re slipping away.” I was crying a lot now more than ever, I mean how would you feel to have both your love and freedom taken from you?
“What are you talking about?!” I ran out of my room down the stairs and out the house. My bare feet touched the pavement and I reached down and touched it with my hand just for a second. I touched the flowers that my parents planted just for me. I touched the grass, fell to the floor and rolled on it. Then something else felt wrong, my heart began to race my chest tightened breathing became so hard and the tears they just would not stop.
“I can’t…I can’t go back in there.” I said trying to even out my breathing.
“W-What’s wrong with you or your house?” he looked scared.
“It’s a bad place that makes everyone really, really, sad. I need to leave, I-I-I can’t stay, I’m going to leave and this is my only chance.” As soon as that thought entered my mind I ran.
“Wait! Ki-Gerard!” shouted Frank but I ignored him, then I saw my papa’s car pull up
“No!” I shouted realizing that my one chance was gone, but I wasn’t going to stop until I got caught.
I ran the other way trying to get as much distance between my parents and me. I looked back and saw my papa running right behind me. I felt him grab my hair and pull me back by it causing me to scream out in pain. “I don’t want to go back papa.” I said wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I know buddy, but look at it this way, he came for you right.” He said in a soft soothing voice.
“Well yeah, but papa he loves someone else.” I said feeling the tears return “I thought for sure he was the way out, but he’s not. Papa when will I meet ‘the one’ that along with freedom gives me love and happiness?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well is it the only way out?”
“I’m afraid so buddy.” There was a small pause “look buddy I have to take you back, okay?”
“Okay.” I said putting my head down in sadness and shame. He wrapped his arm around me and walked me to the house.
When I saw my mom on the ground crying uncontrollably I just got so overwhelmed by guilt that I ran up and hugged her. I gave her a pleading look that she understood to be my ‘I’m sorry’ face. Thankfully she accepted and began to comfort me.

Notes

There you go, so who wants to hear a ittle from Frank?