I have been sitting here, watching this asshat play Madden all freakin’ day. And to make matters worse, he really sucked at it. I could totally kick his ass, and I had only played it with Aiden a few times. The most annoying part was that every few minutes, he would ask, “Hey, did you see that play?”
I almost would rather he just killed me now and end this horrible suffering. If I could just figure out a way to get free, I could get out of here. Honestly, he seemed too stupid to be able to stop me. All I needed to do was change. It sounded so easy, but since my last attempt, I had been too afraid. Since that wasn’t going to happen, I decided to try plan B.
Before he started his next game, I asked, “Hey, can I play? I’m bored, and I’ll behave. Promise.” Then I smiled innocently, hoping that if he was a big enough moron to untie me, I would have a chance to run.
“Seriously? You want me to untie you?” Dylan asked.
“I won’t try anything. Honest. I’m just sick of sitting here doing nothing. And my arms are starting to cramp. You don’t really think that little ol’ me could overpower you, do you?”
That comment seemed to do the trick.
Dylan shook his head and said, “Of course you couldn’t. But… you can’t tell Kendall, okay?”
I smiled in triumph. He really was a schmuck.
After making me promise once more that I wouldn’t try to get away, Dylan put down the Wii controller and untied my hands. Thrilled to finally have them free, I sat up and stretched a bit.
“So, how about we bowl instead?” I asked, hoping if he said yes, I could convince him to untie my feet also.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, bowling’s fun.”
“Bowling’s gay.”
I put on my best pouty face, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Fine.”
Reluctantly, Dylan put in the new game, walked to the bed, and bent down to untie my feet. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed the lamp off the bedside table and smashed it against his head as hard as I possibly could. I had hoped that this would be my chance to make a great escape, but the bastard just shook it off. He stood up, touched the fresh cut on this forehead, and said, “Damn girl, why did you have to go and leave a mark? Kendall’s gonna have my ass. And now I have to tie you up again.”
I just sat there for a moment staring up at him. Finally I said, “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to cut you.” I had meant to knock his ass out. Guess he’s tougher than I thought.
“Great. Now we can’t play the game,” he pouted.
He re-tied my hands and feet and went to the bathroom to get a bandage for his head. A few minutes later, he was back at the end of the bed playing Madden like nothing had happened.