Chad’s House

My eyes fluttered open. At first I was really confused, I didn't know where I was! But then I remembered the previous day and my encounter with giants. Great, it wasn't a dream. I looked over at the massive bed in front of me to see that Aiden wasn't there so I got off the pillow and onto his night stand. I noticed a small letter (well still pretty big to me) and read it.

Gone for breakfast, don't go anywhere ;)

After reading the word breakfast, my stomach growled. Man I was starving! I wished I had my bag with me, but it was still at Nathaniel's. I decided to go back on the pillow and relax a bit before I spend the day with Chad. I had only spent a couple of minutes around him yesterday and I already hated him; The way he grabbed me like I was nothing more than a bug, the way he treated me like a pet, and the way he booped me!!! He was just so patronizing, it was annoying. I mean yeah I was small, but it was still super annoying. I heard footsteps and Aiden walked in, giving me a bright smile.

"Morning sunshine! Ready to start the day?"

He placed his palm beside me so I could get on. He was about to go out the door when I stopped him.

"But what about your sisters?"

"Don't worry, they're outside. And my parents are busy on their computers, you'll be fine," he gave me a reassuring smile.

Ok that was good, I wouldn't have to deal with 3 little girls. Then again they weren't so little. Gosh I hated being small!

We arrived at Nathaniel's house, much to my dismay. Although he wasn't as bad as Chad, I certainly preferred Aiden. He walked up to Nathaniel's room, where he placed me on the desk. Good to be back.

"Here's your bag little lady," said Nathaniel as he dropped my bag on top of me.

He gave his signature smirk. My blood boiled as I glared at him. He chuckled, mimicking my expression. I let out a groan of frustration. I looked over at my bag, then down at my clothes. They were filthy! I had worn them all day and all night, I really should get changed. I picked out some clothes and made a little pile.

"Um... a little privacy please?" I said, gesturing to the pile of clothes.

"Oh of course!" said Aiden, grabbing Nathaniel's arm and pulling him out the door.

I sighed in relief. Finally a moment of peace, away from giant eyes staring at me and studying me. I got changed into a black tank top and comfy shorts. I put my flannel over and took off my socks. My feet were in dire need of a breather so I just wore my crocs. I looked through my food stock and found my sandwich. I ate it in 3 bites because I was just so darn hungry. After I finished, I called the boys back in. They both walked in, but unfortunately they were now accompanied by Chad.

"Awwww you look so cute!" he said, about to boop me again.

But this time I shoved his finger away. He chuckled then gave me a wide grin.

"Well, I'm ready to go, thanks again Nate! You're the best," he picked me up in one hand and my bag in the other.

I started squirming and kicking, despite knowing that my efforts to escape were futile. He shook me a bit to get me to stop, and sadly it worked.

"Catch ya later bros!"

Ughhh he even talked like a Chad!

When we arrived at his house, I was in aw. His house was huge, even for giant standards. The house had a massive front lawn, 4 levels and was wide and bulky. I lived my whole life in a small cottage, so I was definitely not used to this. When we got inside, I saw a pool through a glass sliding door. Chad walked up the flights of stairs up to the third floor, where his bedroom was. His room was also really big. He had a king sized bed, a gaming/tv area, a dresser and a desk. His room was decently tidy, a few things here and there. He set me down on the floor. I shivered as he stood up to his full height. He grabbed something from the closet. It was a... hamster wheel?

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. I did not like where this was going. I tried to run to the door, hoping that I could somehow escape, but a massive hand plucked me off the ground by the back of my shirt. I was overcome by vertige at the sudden movement that whisked me into the air. Chad brought me up to his face, where I could see an evil humour in his eyes. I kicked him in the nose and he let out a small grunt and looked away. I smiled. But it quickly faded when he looked back at me with a glare.

"For someone so small, you're quite the handful."

He set me back down, beside the hamster wheel. Chad pulled out his phone and got down to my level, as if ready to take a video. There was no longer an ounce of fear left in me as my anger took over.

"You're funny if you think I'm getting on that for a stupid video."

"Does it look like I'm joking? Now get on!" he flicked me and made me fall over, but I got back up.

"Sorry pal, not gonna happen. You don't scare me!"

"Oh really?" he lifted an eyebrow. I did too, challenging him.

He got up to his full height, trying to threaten me. My neck hurt from looking up so high. He lifted his foot slightly, as if about to step on me. He continued to lift it higher and closer to me, until the sole of his shoe was right over me. I still refused to move as if I were in a game of chicken. I still didn't move until I felt his shoe lower. His sole touched my head as he applied the slightest bit of pressure. I collapsed to the floor as his shoe got nearer and nearer.

I finally crawled out from under there, just as his shoe hit the ground. I gasped, my heart in my throat. I could've died if I hadn't moved in time. I could've literally died! I was still gasping for air when Chad got back down.

"Scared yet?"

I simply stared at him. I just couldn't find my voice.

"Oh come on! I wouldn't have actually killed you! I was only kidding. But, now that you're calmed down... how about that video?"

Even if he said that he wouldn't kill me, I was still too terrified to say no. I got into the hamster wheel. I looked over at Chad one more time before I started to run. He had his phone in front of his face, but I could tell he was grinning at my humiliation. I ran for about a minute when Chad set his phone down.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing!"

He continued to watch me lose my dignity until he finally told me that I could stop.

When I got off, my heart was beating like a drum. Not because I was tired, (I was quite fit after all) but because I was so scared about what Chad would do next.

"Wow I am starving! Time sure flies when you're having fun."

After Chad got back up, he picked me up by my leg and brought me over to a really high shelf. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, until he finally dropped me on the shelf.

"Now don't you go anywhere missy!"

Like I would try! The shelf was even taller than Chad. Guess I'd have to stay here. And I was getting hungry too, but my bag was all the way back down on the floor.

Chad finally came back, looking satisfied with himself. He came over to where I was and stared at me, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What to do, what to do..."

I just shrugged, I didn't want to give him any ideas. He snapped his fingers and beamed.

"Oh I know! You can go on my bed, and I can jump on and let you have a little trampoline ride!"

"Uhhhh that's ok..."

But of course he ignored me and simply grabbed me around the waist. He brought me over to the bed and let me fall face first into the comforter. Good thing it was just a bed...

"Ready? 3, 2, 1!"

He jumped onto his bed and I went flying. I'd like to consider myself a thrill seeker,

but this was waaaay out of my comfort zone. I plummeted back down to the bed, only to be sent flying again. This tedious cycle went on for what felt like forever, but I don't think it was even a minute. I finally felt myself slow, until the bouncing ceased completely. I lied down on my back, trying to catch my breath.

"Awww! Don't tell me I scared the poor little girlie," teased Chad, giving me a mocking grin.

Gosh I really hated him. I took control of my breathing and sat up, glaring directly into Chad's deep bleu eyes. Then I felt my gun and knife. I still had the upper hand... I think. Yeah I think so. Chad must've seen a slight look of confidence, because he grabbed me in a tight fist.

"You hiding something little girlie?"

"Nope," I lied.

I'm usually a good liar, but Chad didn't look convinced. Without warning, he held me upside down by my leg again, this time shaking me a bit. I could feel my weapons sliding out of my pocket. My heart sank as I saw them fall out completely onto his awaiting palm. Chad stopped dangling me and placed me in an even tighter fist.

"A little small to be handling a gun like this don't you think?"

He walked over to the trash, about to throw my only methods of protection away.

"Wait no! Please! My dad gave me that knife! I don't care about the gun, but PLEASE let me have the knife!" I begged.

I didn't care if I looked pathetic, I didn't even care that I was crying. I just wanted the last thing my dad gave to me before he lost my mom. Before we both lost my mom.

"Your dad gave you a knife, really? How gullible do you think I am? You're just gonna stab me with it aren't you!"

"No, I won't! I promise!"

Chad stared at me a little longer, trying to decide if I was lying or not.

"Fine. But if you try ANYTHING, I promise you you will not enjoy the consequences,"

He threw away the gun, but loosened his fist so I could grab the knife. He set me down by my bag and ordered me to put it away. After I obeyed, he picked me back up by the back of my shirt, bringing up to eye level. I tried to look away, but he basically filled my whole vision.

"You know what? I think I'm getting bored of you. I'm gonna go watch some Jetflix,"  (sorry for the unoriginal name :/  )

Chad set me down on his desk and put his hamster wheel away. This time he brought a small cage out of his closet and approached me with it.

"Get in, I don't want to worry about you trying to escape,"

I did what I was told and got in. I pity the hamster he must've had long before me. Chad closed the cage and went downstairs, slamming the door behind him. I had to cover my ears because of the loud noise. I looked around, contemplating my situation. Ever since I got here, I've been held, squeezed, poked, prodded, put in a jar, been dangled by my leg and now I was in a cage! I let out a scream of frustration and kicked the cage. Why was this happening to me? I was just trying to get a better life, away from foster care. But now I was stuck in the giant world. I sat down, hugging my knees to my chest and started crying. No not crying, bawling.

Why me? Sure I sometimes lost my temper, but I never hurt anybody! I got good grades. I was nice, except for when I got mad. I cared for my parents. I respected the land around me. I wasn't a bad person! So why was the univers punishing me? I felt the tears slow so I took a deep breath. I would find my way out of this. I just had to!

Chad came back after hours. He glanced at me for just a second, before gathering his pyjamas. He started to strip, IN THE SAME DARN ROOM AS ME! I yelped and looked away.

"What? Never seen that before? You never got on with human boys?" he laughed.

"Of course not! I'm only 15!"

He laughed harder.

"So? I'm 16 and I can't count the naked girls I've seen,"

"Ew! You're a filthy pig!"

"Watch your mouth,"

And I did. Even if i couldn't see him, I could feel his glare.

"Good night little girlie,"

I turned around.

"Wait, I don't have a bed,"

"So? Not my problem," he said as he focused his attention to his phone.

Well, I guess that I'm sleeping on the cold steel floor of the hamster cage.