Here For You | Chapter 10

I just looked at her and she turned around looking all innocent.
"What?" she asked dazed "He was getting annoying" she added plainly.
"Help me get him on this chair" I said getting up and pulling out one of the kitchen chairs.
"Errrr...why?" Sky asked
"Well we're not going to leave him lying unconscious on our kitchen floor, what'll happen if he wakes up?" I answered her question.
"Ahhh..." she realised what I meant.
When we were done tying all his limbs to the chair the bell to our door rapidly came to life. I ran to it and closed the kitchen door on my way out.
I leaned agains the wall so that my bleeding arm wouldn't alarm the person at the door. I took a quick breath, pulled the door opened and greeted my visitor with my famous tired-omg-I-have-to-go-to-school face.
"Are you alright dear, I heard some noise coming from here" said the old woman from next door.
"Yes Mrs Wilson, I was just listening to some music" I lied politely to the 78 year old. She didn't need to hear the truth-yet.
"Oh good heavens! Could you put the volume a little lower?" asked the old widow.
"Yes of course Mrs Wilson. Don't worry I'll turn it off now because I have to leave for school soon" I smiled innocently.
"Well then goodbye dear" she said with a small smile on her face.
"Bye Mrs Wilson" I said watching her turn around as she walked away as slowly as she had walled here. Half a minute had gone past and she had barely managed to get past one metre of our porch-with another to go. Getting bored I closes the door and walked quickly to the kitchen. Sky was wrapping the top of his head with bandages.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"I cleaned his face with a towel and wrapped a bandage around his head" she replied.
"Why?"
"Because I made him bleed a bit when I hit him"
I laughed and so did she. Poor kind hearted Sky.
"Come on Sky let's get him into the shed" I said. Well it was more of an order.
"Yeah sure, here you hold that side and I'll hold this side"
We struggled to carry his tower like weight to the shed, when we made it there we placed him inside the middle,
I had emptied the shed two weeks ago so that I could transform it into an art studio. Inside there was newly placed wooden floor boards accompanied with plain white wallpaper. There was just one limp skeleton like light hanging from the top but it only lighted the shed dimly.
We locked the doors from the outside with the rusted chains and padlock, now I was extra sure he couldn't get out. With only half an hour left to get ready for school we knew what to do and were out the front door within minutes.