God, I feel awful. I keep laying and rubbing at my eyes until I feel like I don't have sandbags resting on my eyes. When my eyes finally open, I shoot up realizing that I don't know where I am. The room is concrete. There is only the bed I'm on in the room. There is also a large window, but I can't see out of it which means they can. Whoever they are. I try to remember what happened.
I was going on a date with Weston... Weston. I look down at my dress. I close my eyes at the sight of blood covering the front of my dress. I bring my shaking hands to my mouth and try to muffle a sob. My mouth feels like cotton and the blood only makes me want to vomit.
A sob escapes my lips. The pain of his loss is overwhelming. I feel like is ti screaming in my ears. Why did I have to lose him too. I'm all alone and no one will find me. I've been kidnapped and no one will come looking. I have no family ties. It's just me now. My sobs bounce from cries to screams. My throat feels horrible but I can't stop the tears and pain the rack through my body. After some time, my sobs turn to whimpers and I just feel empty. I lay there in silence. Not sleeping, not crying, just breathing.
Just then the door open and a frightening man enters the room. I sit up and curl upright in the bed. His hair is cut short, and he has a well-trimmed beard. He would be attractive if he didn't look like every bad guy out of a movie. His aura screamed that he was evil.
"Hello, Kenna." His rough voice had mocking tones, but my eyes Immediately met his. How did he know my name from when I lived in New York?
"No one calls me that anymore. It's Diana." I could barely say in a whisper. He steps forward and I flinch. Nothing good can happen from having this man close. He sits on the edge of the bed and offers me a glass of water.
"Well, Diana. The water should help the cotton in your mouth and throat as well as calm your nerves some." I take the glass and drink. I make sure to show indifference and no gratitude. "I suppose you're wondering why you are here."
"Yes. That, and why you killed... Weston." I choke out his name. "Also, how do you know my name was Kenna?" His laughter filled the room and made me coil back. This wasn't a good laugh.
"I also know when you were 8 you tried to convince your friends that you should be called Alice because you loved Alice in Wonderland. I know your father called you his princess. I also know that a boy you grew up with called you Elbows because you were skinny and awkward. All of those are names you have gone my before."
"You're right about everything but the reasoning for the last one. That's not why he called me Elbows. He called me elbows because when he would try to wrestle me, I would hit him with my sharp elbows." I go back to looking at my hands. "What do you want with me?" My voice cracks as tears start to fall.
"You're going to give me some answers, Kenna. Can you tell me why your family left New York when you were 12?" His voice was monotone, but it told me that there was a right and a wrong answer.
"Why did you kill Weston?" I felt a sudden surge of bravery. The bravery was shot down by an unhappy grunt and a shift on the bed.
"I didn't kill your boyfriend. One of my men did. He was in the way of what I wanted."
"Why do you want me?"
"Why. Did. Your. Family. Move. From. New. York?" His anger was obvious and growing.
"I don't know." He quickly stood up and pulled me off the bed. He grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to make eye contact. His eyes were black and sent fear jolting through me.
"Let me ask again. Why did your family leave New York all those years ago." His grip on my Jaw was tight and I was certain it would bruise. Tear began to fall from my eyes.
"My dad said it was because his old best friend went psycho and was going to kill us!" I felt this frightening man growl. He shoved me back. I tried to catch myself but I lost my footing. When my head hit the ground, everything went black. I heard a voice before the darkness took me completely.
"Rurik, I have a mess foryou to clean up."
