chapter 3

"Hello?! Is anybody here? Can someone hear me?!" I yelled so many times near the door. Hoping for a miracle to happen. 

I searched for things which could at least help me escape here but I only saw scissors. I forced myself to insert it on the locked door but accidentally slipped causing my hand to have a little cut. 

When I failed, I chose to sit on the floor. What if someone hasn't heard me. All the students on the campus were already resting themselves comfortably on their home. And all I can do is to wait here until tomorrow morning. I will sleep here all alone with flying insects or rats running nearby. 

Gosh! I'm getting paranoid. 

I stood up and kicked the door making my feet hurt. I don't know what I should be concerned about first. Either my growling stomach, my wound or how to escape here. I shouted once again as loud as I could. I don't care if my veins would be cut off or my voice would turn hoarse. My desire to escape here prevails. 

But… I see no hopes here.

Maybe I should accept the fact that I would sleep here. Skipping one meal surely won't kill me that early. 

I stood up and placed myself on the couch. My feet were hung on the arm rest and used the throw pillow to rest my head. I hope no ghost is strolling around. Because if so, I probably will lose my sanity. 

Then again, I accepted my fate. I would be hurt if I continued pushing myself in opening the broken door. Someone really planned my prison experience here. I'm not pinpointing people but I'm sure it was Blake. He is the only idiot who has the confidence in doing this to me. 

I shook my head and closed my eyes. Released a sigh of disappointment before singing my favorite barbie song in the movie diamond castle. 

Here we are far from home 

Little bit hungry and little alone 

I remembered the time when I was all alone at our house. I was then a kid who was innocent about everything that surrounds me. Watching movies, eating, running with my mom and dad at the wide green grass in the garden. 

But it's alright 

Yes, it's alright 

Having me as an only child was a blessing to my parents because they were gifted a one cute girl. I get what I want, they can afford all my needs and everything I ask. The only thing they haven't afford to give me is a sibling who I can play with when I am alone. When they have their business trips and I am left at home for weeks or months. 

'Cause in this room, there might be friends 

Can't see how story ends

I dreamed of having a sister whom I could brush hair. Polish a nail and play barbie dolls with me. We will hang out together and protect each other. Until I grew up, still wishing that dream to happen. For years, I was all alone. I don't have close friends because of my family name– Ferrer. Everyone heads up on me as they see the sole daughter of a renowned family. I remained my good reputation in school for my parents until I slowly lost my interest in everything. 

But it's alright 

Yes, it's alright 

We can start anew 

That time, Lily, a transfer student came into view. Same year when my parents brought Marcus at home. They brought colors to my gloomy boring life. Additionally, came Jordan, Marcus' friend whom he introduced to me. If only I didn't know that Marcus is my cousin, maybe I already fell for him and asked him to marry me instead. Funny right? But I don't do family strokes. While Jordan? I don't think he likes me. He treats me merely just as a sister and a best friend. 

Can't go back so we gotta go on 

We'll stick together, staying strong 

Marcus was the answer of my one great wish– having a sibling at home. Though he's not the same gender as me but he can act as one though. Lily on the other hand, was there to fulfil all my curiosity of having a sister. Even though she hasn't met Marcus yet, I already shipped them. 

There's a diamond castle in my mind 

And someday soon 

Were gonna find it

I stopped singing when I heard a few footsteps. I hope I am not imagining things out. My heart is pounding so fast while I'm composing myself. I bit my finger nails in anxiety before clearing my throat. 

"I-is a-anyone here?" I said stuttering, still covering my face on the pillow I was holding. 

"Yeah there is," my eyes widened both because of gladness and surprise. 

I hurriedly ran towards the doorway, leaning my face on the wooden door. 

"Please help me, I was locked here for… I- I don't know how long. But the door is broken and I can't step out," I cooed. 

"Amber?!" he amusely asked. 

"Yes! Yes it's me, please help me," I answered. 

I don't know who the guy I am talking to is. All I knew is he would probably be the one who could help me get out here. 

"Hang in there and step backwards. I will break the door, okay?" I instantly nodded as if he could see me. 

I positioned myself near the table while hearing loud thuds outside. Never in my entire life I was saved by someone other than Marcus, Jordan or Lily. This guy must be a guardian angel in disguise. 

The door was slowly cracking as he was continuing what he was doing. I covered my eyes with my hands before making a face palm. Gosh! He might get wounds on saving me on his own. 

"Please be careful, you might get hurt," I reminded him. 

With a full force hit on the door, it finally cracked open. It was dark outside and he walked distant to mine, putting the material he used to open the door. I can't see his face, all I can recognise is his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. 

"Hey, wait!" I shouted when he was about to leave. 

I instantly grabbed my book and turned the light off, closing the door. It might get some victims again if I left it open. I followed the man who helped me to at least give my thanks. I ran towards him and stopped in his front, shifting my sight on him. 

"Thunder?" I mentioned his name in amusement. 

He shrugged his shoulders, meeting my gaze. "Lucky for you I didn't come with the basketball team," he said before he continued his steps. 

"T-thanks," I said. Despite what he did to me in the Gymnasium, I think we are now even for him saving me earlier. 

He showed me a half smile while wiping his sweat. I just noticed that he was wearing their basketball team uniform. We remained silent until we arrived at the parking lot. 

"I think saving you is enough to forget the scene about the scissor," he smirked. "I won't take you home 'cause that would be too much. I know you have your car and you can drive on your own," he continued without facing me. 

"Y-yeah. It's fine," I answered. 

He nodded and rode off his Ducati motorbike. I smiled while seeing his back slowly fade away together with the vroom sound of his motor. 

I opened my car which was parked nearby but I can't open it. I tried again, I realised that it was locked. I slapped my forehead and made a facepalm. Shoot! My car key was left inside. 

What's with this day and I was filled with bad luck. I scratched my head and stomped my foot. Gosh Amber! Why are you so careless?! I was thinking of breaking the side glass when suddenly I saw the school guard roaming around. 

"Kuya Jon!" I yelled, waving my hands in the air. I am certain that he was the school guard whom I used to give instructions about some students who enter the school without school identification cards. 

He directed his flashlight to me so I covered my eyes at once. I smiled when the light shifted in the opposite direction. 

"Oh! Beautiful President Ferrer!" he greeted. 

I smiled sincerely as I reached his hands. "Kuya Jon, I need help. My car was locked." 

"Have you called help already?" 

"I left my phone inside," I answered with a pout. He checked my car using my flashlight to confirm my report. 

"I think you should call someone to help Ms. Ferrer if you don't want to go home with a broken car glass ." 

I can't break my glass because it's not my car, it's Marcus'. He might be mad if he would know that I used it without his permission and worse if I broke it. 

"Do you have your phone? I will call for help," I asked. He nodded and fished his phone in his pocket. 

I hope this phone has prepaid load at least.