Can you make grilled cheese ? I suddenly asked, pushing myself away now and regaining my priorities.
He laughed. Go put on the movie and I’ll bring the food, and some ice for your face. He said, turning to leave towards the kitchen.
Can you call Dustin too please ? Oh and don’t tell him I kidnapped you please ? He called out from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes.
Here I was, doing favors for my kidnapper and his little brother and about to watch Disney movies. It was certainly bizarre and probably not okay. I should probably try to get help.
I shrugged off the warnings though and turned to walk down to where Dustin had run off a few minutes ago. If I had to pick between being locked in that underground area and getting my face more damaged, or watching movies with my kidnapper and babysitting a cute little kid, I’d be crazy not to pick the latter.
Well it was time to make a new friend. Hopefully he wouldn’t be afraid of me like most kids were…
I gently tapped on the door with ‘DUSTIN’ written on it in big colorful letters.
At first I thought he wasn’t in there, but after a while, I heard some shuffling and the door opened a tiny crack.
I looked down to see Dustin standing there staring up at me.
Hi Dustin ! I’m- I started in a sweet voice.
The crazy girl that punched my brother, I know. He cut me off.
I stared wide eyed at him. Well this could have started better.
It’s not my fault ! He was being rude ! I defended, crossing my arms.
Really ? What did he do ? He asked, opening the door a bit more wider.
He… I trailed off. I couldn’t exactly say ‘he kidnapped me and ruined my life’.
He called me stupid ? I said, sounding more like I was asking a question.
He called you the S word ? Dustin stared up at me with wide eyes.
I couldn’t help but fall in love with this kid even more now. Most eight year old kids would be saying things like ‘Shit’ now a days, and this kid was the brother of a kidnapper, yet he was pretty damn polite.
I wonder what had happened to his older brother. I guess it was true what they said, the first ones always a rough draft.
Yeah, he said that. I said, trying to look serious.
Then he deserved a punch ! The kid cheered, now opening the door fully, stepping aside.
I walked into his room and looked around. There were photos of him and the kidnapper mostly, which were adorable. I stopped at one picture in which the kidnapper was holding Dustin with his arm around his stomach and they were both laughing. He looked so carefree in that picture, I almost didn’t recognize him.
So why are you in my house ? Dustin asked now.
I turned to see him sitting cross legged on his dinosaur blanketed bed, staring up at me as if waiting for me to tell him a Disney story.
Um, I’m working on a school project with your brother. I quickly lied, realizing afterwards how stupid that was. I’m pretty sure kidnappers didn’t go to school.
You go to his school too ? He asked.
Well apparently mine does…
Yeah… I trailed off, hating myself for lying to this cute innocent kid.
Hey, do you wanna have some grilled cheese and watch movies with us ? I suddenly asked with a huge grin.
Yes ! He jumped up, and ran to the door. Wait. He stopped and turned.
Yes ? I asked, right behind him.
What’s your name ? He asked.
Skylar, but you can call me Sky. I smiled.
So like Luke Skywalker ? He asked with a large smile.
I chuckled. Sure. I smiled.
Ok, let’s go L. S ! He yelled, opening the door and running out.
I stared after him in confusion, before realizing he was saying Luke Skywalker’s initials… Great, now I’m some dude who had a weird father with breathing problems.
But I didn’t mind, seeing that kid smile like that was worth it.
Ten minutes later, we were all seated in front of the television, wrapped up in blankets with grilled cheese and apple-juice boxes, watching the opening scene of The Outsiders.
I’m already bored. My kidnapper muttered.
They haven’t even said a single line yet ! I exclaimed.
Shhh ! Guys it’s starting ! Dustin cried, leaning forward towards the screen.
I smiled at his enthusiasm of this movie. We’d totally become besties after this.