“We are no longer speaking, sir!” Mikey said with one last glare aimed at her grandfather, the man that should be doing everything within his power to spoil her, as she rolled over onto her side, struggled not to vomit from the small movement, and pointedly ignored him.

For several minutes, she simply laid there, seething with righteous anger, knowing that she was minutes, nay, seconds away from her grandfather giving in and allowing her to go to the convention so that she could-

“He’s gone,” Sebastian said, making her frown.

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“What are you doing?” Mikey couldn’t help but wonder, as she looked up from her phone to find her best friend, who she was almost ninety-nine percent sure had already left for the night, checking to make sure that her window was locked.

“Checking,” Sebastian mumbled absently, as he double-checked the lock only to sigh, shake his head and open the window so that he could look outside.

“For what?” she asked, shifting to get more comfortable on her bed as she watched her best friend, who was clearly in the middle of some sort of mental breakdown, close her window, lock it and…double-check to make sure the lock was working before he moving onto the next window.

“For Uncle Jason,” Sebastian said, making sure the other window was locked before turning around and heading towards her closet.

“And you think he’s hiding in my closet?” Mikey asked, unable to help but frown as she watched Sebastian turn around with a sigh and check beneath her bed.

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