Chapter 4
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I hear my heartbeat beating louder at the suspense of this fucked up game of hide and seek. A game I've never participated on, might I add.Â
I've been hiding in the broom closet for about 30 minutes by now — I'm pretty sure classes have started, but when you're being chased by your blob of a cousin and his merry band of idiots, you don't really think much about that.
And before you say I should try and run away from home. Shut up, because I've actually done so already. But fate seems to be hellbent on keeping me where I am. Everytime I try to sneak out I always end up at the Dursleys' doorstep. After multiple times of trying, I just gave up.
There I go talking to myself again.
"Oh Harry..."
Shit, it's Piers.
I try to squeeze myself closer into a tighter ball in the corner of the closet. If only I could disappear like last time... On second thought, I don't that would be a good idea at all. I prefer suffering at Dudley's hands than my uncle's.
It's awfully quiet. That means I'm safe, right? I slowly got up and opened the door.
Outside the door was all of the gang. Shit