Michael P.O.V
Slowly, Michael drew a long drag on his cigarette, a blank look upon his features. Vaguely, he wondered what Evie was doing. He hadn't seen her in 3 days and he was missing her.
He shrugged away from the wall he had been leaning against, flicked away the stub of his cigarette and grabbed hold of his skateboard, dropping it down onto its wheels and placing his first foot on it. He pushed off with the other foot and glided forward on the board. Michael's hair billowed behind him while he rode down the main street. From around the corner of a building Janie suddenly stepped out, and Michael was forced to kick the brakes down, grinding to a halt.
"Jesus, Janie- don't do that!!" Came his exclamation.
"Michael!" She sounded afraid, suprised and excited all at once.
"Janie..." he mocked her tone, she grabbed the sleeve of his denim jacket and pulled him behind the building.
"Michael... Evie's in trouble." Janie began,
"W- what do you mean?" Michael stammered, taken aback from the shock of the situation.
"Dad- my dad- has Evie locked in the cellar. She's been there the last two days and I don't think he's letting her out anytime soon." Janie explained, as out on the street normal people went about their normal buisness, oblivious to the happenings in the house Evie and Janie called home.
"Well- we've gotta get her outta there!" Michael's voice dropped to an urgent whisper,
"Yeah... that's what I'm trying to say. You have your P plates right? Can you get your car ready and wait out on the street at four in the morning tonight- well- technically tomorrow- and be ready? Dad will be passed out by then from drinking and I'll get Evie out and you can drive us away from him. We'll have to run." Janie ranted,
"Alright. Slow down." Michael shuffled his skateboard from one arm to the other, bringing his now free hand up to his chest level and gesturing as he spoke. "I can do that- but where do we go? What do I say to my mother?" Michael questioned.
"I don't know. Either tell her the truth or make up an excuse." Janie waved his question away with her hand. "This is really important, Michael. And bring a shirt or two extra, I'll get undies and pants. He's taken all her clothes and burned them. All she has is the lingerie he forced her to wear!" Janie told him,
"What? Are you joking?" He sounded angry all of a sudden.
"No. I am not joking." Janie's expression was utterly serious.
"Fuck." Michael cussed, "yeah- I'll bring shirts- and she can have my leather jacket." He bobbed his head, nodding in agreement.
"Okay great. I'll see you at four." Janie briskly walked away, leaving Michael standing behind the building idly. He hesitated a second, the bright sunshine warming the blue denim of his jacket. Michael thought of how ironic this happy, sunny day was. He felt a storm in his heart and head. The anxiety of what could lay just around the corner threatened to consume him; across town, an innocent girl lay in a dark, cold cellar with no clothes, but still the sun shone happily on the earth. Michael once again dropped the skateboard onto the ground and drifted off, this time down the small alley between the buildings, and then out onto the street.

Bit different; point of view of Michael :3 hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you reckoned!
Apologies for the delay and for it being a bit short.

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