Dealing with the proxies

Chapter 13

      A/N
So.... yeah it's been a while. I know, I'm horrible at updating. I've just been struggling with writers block and a big lack of motivation. But I have reasons my dudes. I have school, which just kinda cancels any chance of morning writing. Then, my school usually gets out around 3, and now I'm in basketball(yay I made the team) usually my practices end anywhere between 4 and 6 o'clock. Honestly depends on our schedule. We have games at least like twice a week. Then, I literally just got done with my midterm exams, too. That was a whole new level of stress. Just wanted to say, i still care about this story. I didnt forget. I just have alot of stuff going on right now.
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Yeah, I geuss you could say I'm a pretty stupid person. As the guy opened the door, I could only think of fight or flight responses.

I could turn, punch him, and run.

Wait, no... he will probably catch up.

Maybe I could play along for a bit, and catch him when he's most off guard?

Spin around, kick him in the shin, take one of his hatchets, and run as fast as I can?

Just keep going and see what happens?

Find a stick or sharp object and just shank this guy?

In the end, when the door opened to a living room, I was more surprised than anything. It was just a normal living room. A couch, a coffee table, even a tv up on the wall... as if nothing strange happened here.

The guy pushed me into the room, and closed and locked the door.

" Like I sa-said, don't do a-anything stupid, or you'll re-regret it big time." He started to walk me into a hallway. He gripped my wrist, and I have to admit, it kinda hurt.

I couldn't exactly complain, though. If he's one of the men from the forest, the others may be nearby. For all I know, this guy might not want to necessarily kill me. It's a one in a million chance, but I guess I'm counting on it.

If I run, I don't think I'll succeed. But, for all I know it may be my only chance. I suppose I'll wait.

He walked me through a door on the other side of the living room, looking cautiously around us every step he took, as if he didn't want someone to know were here.

We walked down a hallway, and then through another door, into a.... kitchen?

Why are we in a kitchen?

Does he need a knife?

Is he going to murder me?

Instead he led me through another door, and into a dining room. It had a long table, with what looked like 15 or 20 chairs at it.

"Sit d-down" He stuttered.

I obeyed, and sat down at the table. He started to turn around and walk out of the room, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Before I could even blink, he had snatched my phone out of my hand.

"You h-had this the wh-whole time?" He asked angrily.

"No.. I was only checking the time." I tried explaining quickly.

But within a second, he threw my phone to the ground, and stomped on it. I winced. All of my information is on there. My contacts. My instagram. My pictures. All of my sunset photos...

"Now, st-stay at this t-table." He said before finally walking off.

I sat at the table for a few minutes, just staring at the bits and pieces left of what used to be my phone.