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Pushing himself up against the wall more trying to make him as small as possible, holding his breath. Please... Please don't see me. Just go back upstairs. Biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from speaking, she couldn't see or hear him. Bug knew that it wouldn't end well if she saw him, Annabelle would lose another friend because of him.

His knees began to buckle under his own weight-- even if he didn't weight what a normal 14 year old should. Plus the chain was slowly falling from his sweaty hands. No. No ! A thud echoed through the house has the chain flipped from his fingers, with shaking hands he tried to pick it up before the girl could move over to him. Stupid ! Why was he so stupid ?

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Freezing in place when he heard Annabelle and her friend go up the stairs, sighing in relief. He just had to stay out of the way, like he wasn't even there-- invisible. Sometimes he wondered what it was like to have friends, go places and just be a normal kid but that didn't seem to be how his life was. Bug had learned to accept his place in the family being nothing more than a servant or pet.

Moving around the kitchen trying to make it to the hallway, he'd just have to stay in the closet until Annabelle's friend left-- which he didn't know when that would be. Hours passed by sitting in that cramped space and he really had to pee, but was scared to risk getting seen but Bug couldn't hold it any longer. Slowly opening the door a bit, peeking out the house was dark-- it seemed like a good chance to make a run for the bathroom.

Even if he wasn't allowed to use it unless given permission first, but he'd just take the punishment. Picking up the heavy chain so it didn't make much noise, tip toeing out of the space and into the kitchen making it to the bathroom. Trying to make it fast, in no time he was zipping up his fly and was heading back to the closet when he heard giggling-- he almost jumped out of his skin hiding behind a corner hoping it wasn't Annabelle or her friend.

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When she pulled into a 'hug' if you could call it that, he was scared she'd start choking him or something. It wouldn't of been the first time she's caused him harm and it wouldn't be the last-- the words stung, but she said those things all the time. Letting his eyes drop down to his barefeet, slowly nodding his head.

Annabelle terrified him to the point of almost pissing his pants, "I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here..." Bug said that just to get her off his back and to reassure her that he meant it. Lifting his foot in the air a bit with the heavy chain wrapped around his ankle-- it was the thing that kept him stuck in this house. Picking up the chain, showing her he could be able to handle this. If they put him in the closet or down in the basement than he guessed that would make Annabelle happy.

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Swinging himself back around to face the frying pan, flipping the omelet over a few times keeping a close eye on it, so he didn;t burn this one. Dread was settling in the pit of his stomach-- Annabelle had seen him staring at her, if she told on him he'd get in trouble. Grabbing a plate and flopping the egg onto it, a small smile on his face. It wasn't burnt.

Walking back over to the table with plate in hand, Mrs. Fray glanced at it. "Oh, would you look at that." She laughed, waving her hand at Bug. "But I'm not hungry anymore, so just give it to the dog." Blinking a few times fingers tightening about the plate, mouth slightly hanging open. She did that just to spite him, just because she knew she could. Peter couldn't hold back the laughter any longer, jabbing a finger at Bug. "You sure are stupid, Bug."

Calmly he bent down to pick up the food that Mrs. Fray had precisely dropped, biting his lip before stuffing the mush of cold eggs into his mouth even licking his fingers and the floor-- it had been a few days seen he'd last eaten. Feeling a hand grab his hair pulling him up a bit. "Stop that ! It's disgusting." She let go, It was worth it. At least he got something in his stomach, picking up the rest of it and dropping it in the dog bowl.

Using his shirt to wipe his mouth, nothing was below him. Bug would do just about anything for food, sighing things went back to normal in a matter of minutes. He started clearing the table. Peter went off to go play in his room and Adam went to his study, Mrs. Fray spoke with Bug about where he had to be since Annabelle was having her friend over. Grabbing the glasses and plates off the table and placing them in the sink. From the corner of his eye he watched the dog enjoying what he couldn't.

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Dipping his hands back into the scalding water, biting back a hiss that threatened to slip from his lips. The family were in the middle of eating breakfast-- which Bug had just gotten done a few minutes before they all came rushing down to eat. Bacon and omelets with cheese; his mouth was watering just from the smell but he pushed those thoughts back along with the growling of his stomach.

Shaking fingers lift a plate from the water and begin to dry it off with a rag before sitting it on the rack, the sound of snapping fingers made Bug jump a bit causing the water to sip on his feet-- "Ah--" Snapping his mouth shut even if his feet along with his hands were burning. Turning his head to see Mrs. Fray who had a disgusted expression, she kept snapping her fingers as if calling a dog. "Over here now, you little insect !" By the harsh tone of her voice Bug knew she wasn't happy... But then again she never was.

Chains rattled on the hardwood floor, slowly making his way over to the table and Mrs. Fray-- Peter snickered taking a bite of his food. Bug didn't speak, he hadn't been given permission to yet. For a few moments She was quiet but with her silence came fear, nervously he picked and pulled on his ragged shirt. Why wasn't she hitting him yet ? The thought alone was scary in itself, "Tell me, what do you see here ?" She asked, pushing the plate into his face. Was this a trick question ? Licking his lips before speaking. "Th-- the uh, omelette..." Forcing on the words. Fingers grabbed his face, nails digging into his cheeks forcing him to look at it then back to her. "That wasn't what I asked... It's burnt on the edges. I can't eat this so you are just going to have to make it again." Letting go of him giving him a look over before tipping the plate letting the food drop to the floor next to his feet. "Oh, and clean that up." She muttered, picking up her coffee and taking a drink.

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Of course, that's fine. I understand the feeling so I get that it can get in the way of writing. But I don't mind one bit. I'll post it up soon ;)

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It kept messing up, but I'm trying to find another way to put it on here. :T

But same here and yeah, if you want. :)

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What Bug's hair style/color would look like:


What his clothes would pretty much look like:


Just wanted to give you some kinda clue as to what Bug looks like.

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Approved

We can make Annabelle the older sister and Peter the younger, because I love this too much to ask you to fix it. Oh god, yess! I can make Bug 14 and Peter can be up to anyone else who wants to play him. If we even get more people.

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BUMP AGAIN FOR PEOPLE TO SEE IT.