I couldn't stand my sisters. But my parents forced me to like them. I'd probably get a beating if I didn't. Spectraman had a forlorn look on his face. His hands and arms were extended toward me. He was almost leaping off the book table. My hands warmed as my fingers wrapped around his plastic waist. One of his arms swung at me because my palm was squeezing the mechanism located on his back. A wave of relief washed over me as i made a silent prayer for the both of us.

"Don't worry Spectraman. Were gona get through this. My bum is going to hurt for the next couple of days. But it was worth it to save you. We have to go now but be quite. My dad must not hear us." Father was not in hearing range of anything happening in the house. It was but the urgency of the situation that made it feel like he was.

I tippy toed out the room. But now I was back to my original problem. The beating I was walking myself into. I wasn't ready yet. I was still high off the happiness I was feeling from recovering my best friend. I wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer. So I snuck further away to the main bedroom. The door was open which made it easier to keep my location a mystery.

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The gigantic bed sat right next to the front window. I slithered onto the bed and put my hand to the curtain. 'What if he's watching me?' I thought. 'Or looking this way by chance.' My heart beat increased the longer I thought about it. My hand was shaking. I don't know if it was in anticipation or fear. It may have been both.

My hand moved the curtain an inch before stopping itself. Then my mind moved my hand further. Until there was a slit in the window. Enough for an eye to peer through. But my eye was hesitant as well. I needed the assistance of my neck to manoeuvre my head who was at that moment too heavy to move independently. It was a joint coalition but my eye was finally in place.