Sold to the gangleader

Sold to who?!

"I sold you." He states simply.

I couldn't speak. I was actually at a loss for words. I knew he didn't want me but did he really have to go to the extremes of selling me?! I started to feel sick but he carried on talking.

"I sold you to the strongest gangleader in the world for 2 million dollars. And now that I'm rid of you I can finally be happy just like I was before you were born along with your pest brother and sister." That's why he was happy?!

That was it. My brother was my other half. He always stood by me and my sister was the most adorable, kind, loving kid ever born. I lost it.

"You can talk all the shit you want about me! You can do whatever the hell you want to me! I don't care, bring it on! But to talk about my family that way! To talk about the most kind and caring people in the world is one step too far! They have more love in a pinky finger than you have in your whole body!" That felt so good to finally get it out until I feel a very sharp pain across my cheek sending my whole body to the ground.

"Dont you dare tell at me you little bitch!" He screamed over me. Two of the guys went and held him back.

I stood up ignoring the pain coursing through my body and the tears threatening to fall. I refuse to give him that satisfaction anymore. I looked him dead in the eye. "I made excuses for you for years but you're just a pathetic old man who enjoys putting others through pain. I am done with this! Have fun in hell dickhead!" He was red from anger and tried launching himself at me but the guys held him back.

I started walking up to my room and as soon as I got in there I fell to the floor and thirteen years of pain came pouring out. I was just sat in front of my door crying until I hear somebody knock. I froze. What if Phil got free? What if that's him trying to trick me out to beat me? Then I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Open the door." It was stern yet not harsh. I think it's one of the nicer looking guys from earlier. I didn't budge though. Just in case.

"Open the door before I kick it down." The voice demanded.

I didn't have the energy to fight so I slowly shuffled away.

Not long after the door slowly opened revealing one of the guys who looked sympathetic. He had long, dark, messy hair. It wasn't bed hair though, it looked neat somehow. He had dark eyes and was big with loads of muscles.

I slowly backed away from him feeling scared for my life. I think he could see this because he actually looked cautious. Being careful at what to say or do as if I was a deer that could run off. There's a thought. I looked around but the window was nowhere near me and I wouldn't get there. He started taking slow steps towards me. I backed away but hit a wall. I freaked out and started looking around frantically for an escape but I was trapped.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He stopped about 5 feet away with his hand out. He looked genuine. I think he meant it. I slowly and cautiously backed away from the wall.

"There you go." He encouraged.

I stood in front of his hand. This is as far as he was going to get. I feel like I can trust him but I just want to be sure first. He opened and closed his hand a few times as if gesturing for me to take it. Instead I walked around him but he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me walking away. It wasn't hard but it was enough. I clasped to the floor in agony tears starting to flow. I tried to hold it back but I couldn't. Phil had caught me good there.

The boy looked worried. He bent down next to me and tried to sooth me but never touched me. I think he actually does care. I pulled myself together, pushing the pain aside, not wanting to seem weak and looked into his eyes. Nothing betrayes him. His is eyes were filled with concern and...kindness. I hadn't seen that in thirteen years. It was nice. I decided to take a chance and trust him.

I nodded and moved to get a bag. I packed my clothes in it and then moved to my bed. I sat down and began searching through my pillow case until my hand came in contract with some cold metal. It was the necklace my mother gave me. The last thing she gave me before she died. It was a golden locket with a picture of everybody in there. The most valuable thing I will ever own. Luckily, Phil doesn't know about it so I managed to keep it safe. I put it around my neck under my top and then looked over to the man who's name I still don't know.

"Ready." I stated to him. I then realised I hadn't introduced myself either.

"I'm Skylar by the way."

"Jake. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand again. I hesitantly took it. His grip was strong. He shook my hand and let go.

"Is that all you need?" He asked looking confused.

"It's all I have." I responded truthfully.

He nodded his head as if trying to figure something out with a solemn look on his face.

He went to grab my bag at the same time as me but ended up knocking my wrist in the process. I pulled my arm back trying not to show the agony I was in.

"Jesus what did he do to you?!" Jake asked looking really angry.

I didn't reply.

"Let me see." He demanded. I shook my head, grabbed my bag and stood up. His eyes turned dark in annoyance but tried to hide it. He then looked at me having a silent battle with himself. He finally spoke.

"I need to hold onto you to make sure you wont run. Just a precaution." He stated hesitantly.

I nodded and had an idea.

"Hold onto part of my hoodie?" It came out as more of a question. Either way he agreed. He grabbed onto the hood of my hoodie and we made our way downstairs.

We walked past the living room and I saw my dad, still restrained. I tried to walk up to him but forgot Jake was still holding onto my hoodie so I was instantly pulled back. I looked up for confirmation and he let me go. I walked up to Phil, still cautious. I looked him in the eye and whispered, "I forgive you. For everything. I just hope you can someday forgive me."

I got ready for him to lash out at me but he didn't. He stood ther looking at me with blank eyes. Then I saw it again. I saw my dad in his eyes again. This time it didn't leave. It was him. Tears started streaming down my face. I missed him so much.

"I love you dad." Was all I whispered before I was dragged away.

I kicked and thrashed to get away. It was my dad. After thirteen years my dad was finally visable. I didn't stop as much as they tried. I wasn't finished. I still needed one last bear hug to pick up my pieces and make me whole again. I just needed one last minute. One final minute before he was gone forever.

Hey guys. Tears are pouring out of my eyes at this point. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Would you forgive Phil after everything??
Have a think about it. Think if this was ur dad. Then imagine so you can imagine how Skylar is feeling.

Love you guys. Bye xx