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As I sat there, in the gorilla cage, I watched Rey come back an fourth, trying to get more rope to their back yard. My eyes followed where ever he went, back and fourth, back and fourth. He walked in with a car tire. Like a van tire. " Is this big enough?" He asked.

I shook my head. " No. You need like a dump truck tire." My arms were anround my knees, and I was hugging them.

" Where the ******** am I going to find a dump truck tire?" He dropped the tire on the ground. I raised an eyebrow. He was acting like a little girl that didn't get what she wanted for Christmas.

" You might find some at the dump, that is if you don't wanna have to pay for it." He glared at me.

" I don't even know why I'm doing this for you!" He circled the tire.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me. I put it on the side of my face. "Because you love me." I pulled his hand down to my mouth. " And... Never mind." I let go of his hand.

" I'll go down to the dump and get the tire. But you better be realllly nice to me." And he left.

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It seemed like I sat there for four hours, But really, It was only twenty minutes. But,about ten minutes after he left, Skylar showed up.

"Where is he? Tell me!" She scrame, aparently thinking I did something with him.

" He went to the garbage dump to look for a dump truck tire." I stated quickly.

" WHY?" She scrame like a preppy girl.

" To make me a tire swing! Stop asking so many questions!"

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When he got back, He actually made my tire swing. But I had a great plan...

He led me outside, And I got on the swing. It was very bouncy. He pushed me on it a couple times, and I actually enjoyed it. But, that wasn't my plan, and I was getting distracted. Very distracted. So I started on my plan.

" Is Skylar still here?" I asked.

" Uh... No. She went home because her mother said she was gone all of the time." He sighed. " I do love her. Just not near as much as I love you. And that's why it's sad." He sighed.

" Well, after you kill me, You'll get over it." I said.

" Oh, no. I'm not going to kill you. I just want to torture you."

" Well, that's not any better, you know-" I bend down, fake coughing. He bent down, too. And I got ready. I had the pen clenched in my fist.

" Hey, are you all right?"

I stabbed him with the pen, in the neck. He was choking, and the next thing i can remember, is running.