Day 362 (Pt 5): Escape

Blyke snuck out of the hug, quietly dashed to his room, grabbed a stuffed animal that was his size, used it to replace him in the hug. Then, Blyke dashed back into his room and searched his entire room for his phone. A messy trail of clothes and cards was left everywhere Blyke went. He knew that the life-sized plushie would only buy him a couple of minutes before they noticed. After using up most of his time, and remembering his father's advice, he decided he should check in the last place he would expect it, which would be the kitchen.

Blyke slowly snuck past Alice's room and carefully tip-toed down the stairs. Surprisingly, even with the door open, none of them noticed him on his way past them. As he went down the stairs, he was wondering what his father was doing with the baby cradled in his arms. Blyke knew that that was him with his father, but the experience was still shocking for him. What had caused him to have that vision? What was his father doing on his knees? Who was the young lady he was talking to? Why would his dad be begging for some young lady to stay?

All questions would have to be put on hold for now. Once he got down to the bottom of the stairs, Blyke had to ask himself the million-dollar question here: why is there breakfast out on the table? He walked over to it and put his hand over the pancakes. "Still warm." He looked around and saw what his father had used to cook the pancakes: a clear bowl with pancake batter and a gray whisk still inside, a nonstick pan with a plastic spatula on it, and Boris's "Kiss The Cook!" apron and his chef hat on the counter.

Blyke had become curious as to what everyone was doing while he was alone in his room. However, as quickly as the thought had pooped into his head, it was gone, for he had found his phone on the counter next to the apron and the hat. He knew that the only ways to leave the house were to either go through the front door or leave through the garage, both of which would get him caught.

First and foremost, the front door would only open with a key on a key chain which his dad kept in his room. Going there and looking for it would take up too much time; they would figure out that the plush they were hugging wasn't Blyke and they would get pretty mad at him. And even if he were to find it in time, his dad would get a sound alarm notification on his phone, which he always kept in his right pocket.

Then there was the garage, which the only way to exit would be to open the garage. Since the house is old, the garage is creaky and makes a lot more noise than it should. Normally, he could get away with it, but the rust and the normal wear and tear from using it cause extra scratching and screeching noises that are impossible to miss. Not only that but opening the door that leads to the garage also gives his dad a notification as well, meaning he would be noticed before he could even escape.

But there was one other way he could leave, one way without them noticing. However, it would take some time, time Blyke didn't have. He tried to race up the stairs before they noticed, but it was too late. "BLYKE!!!" Alice, Maria, Blyke, and Boris had all shouted in unison.

He winced once he heard their yell. "Yes?"

Alice stomped down the stairs and marched into the kitchen, teeming with rage and frustration and the stuffed animal in her hand. "What is this?!"

"That appears to be, in closer inspection," Blyke said while taking the stuffed animal out of Alice's tight grip. "A stuffed bear that is as tall as me. And as wide as me too. Nonetheless, it is very rude to start a conversation with someone by yelling at them, asking them a random question, and shoving a stuffed animal into their face."

Alice passionately interrupted, "Do not what is rude and what is not, mister!" She continued while cornering him between the kitchen walls: "Now here's what's gonna happen! You are going to tell me every single detail of how you managed to do that, why you would do that, and what the heck about that picture made you freak out so much!"

Boris moved Alice aside, "Please, dear, calm down. I can take it from here, okay?"

Alice grumbled and stormed off back into her room. "Whatever." Once she got to the stairs she backtracked, took a stack of pancakes, put them onto a plate, took some syrup and a fork and knife, and took them up to her room. "FYI, these are mine, and I'm going up to my room to eat it now so bye!" She walked into her room, and she loudly slammed the door behind her.

Boris turned around to speak to Blyke, but by the time he had noticed Blyke was gone, Blyke was already up the stairs and in his room. Blyke didn't have much time: Boris made that apparent with his yell: "Blyke! Come downstairs to the kitchen this instant! Do not make me come up there for you and make you come down here!"

Blyke grinned and went under his bed, for he already knew what to do. From under his bed, he pulled out a backpack with a hockey stick sticking out and a satchel. Once he heard his dad coming up the stairs, he put the backpack and the satchel on, and he ran out of his room. Then, he slammed the door open and turned and saw his father coming up the stairs. "Blyke! There you are, come down here right now!" Blyke shut the door behind him, bolted through Alice's room, and jumped through the window.