Kidnapped: Welcome 'home'

Chapter 7: Questions

Guess who's back? 😁
I felt like updating so I did. Finally you can find out where Asmaa has found herself...

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"My dear Asmaa, welcome to Los Angeles" he continued cooly, stepping into the wide doorway next to me.

"LOS ANGELES" I yelled, turning towards him.

I stared at them in shock as they walked to a table where a lavish breakfast was served on a table set for two. Mr. Businessman turned around, halfway between me and the breakfast table, to face me. He looked as if what he just told me wasn't a big deal. Eventually, he frowned.

"Please, do have a seat and we can discuss this over breakfast" he said.

"Don't expect me to eat anything." I snapped.

He frowned even more at my response and continued walking to the table, then sitting down at one of the seats. I sat opposite him, my arms crossed. The table had a pristine white tablecloth with sparkling plates, glasses and cutlery at either one of the two seats. Heaps of food were placed in the middle: towers of toast were piled high whilst pastries formed a mountain in the middle: croissants, brioches, eclairs, profiteroles; the list was endless and their smell was so prominent, they must have been made recently. I tried not to pay attention to them.

"Well? Care to explain all this." I started, waving a hand around.

"Do help yourself," he said, changing the subject.

"Don't change the subject," I hissed at him pouring a glass of water. "Why am I here?"

"This will be your new home."

"Sorry, what?!"

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes! Everything!"

"Everything can't be a problem at once." he chuckled.

"Oh yes it can. It is right now." I growled.

"What is it about everything that you do not like?"

"You wanna guess?" I asked sarcastically.

"I thought you'd like this place."

"Are you INSANE?!" I inhaled trying to calm myself down and decided to ask him the questions nicely before something bad happens.

"Is this some sort of a joke?" I blurted out without thinking.

"Why would it be?" he asked.

"Because of multiple reasons." I started, taking a sip of my water, "No one kidnaps people then treats them this way."

"Well then, this isn't your usual kidnapping, is it?" he smiled.

"What do you want from me?" I growled, tensing up.

"Nothing." he replied looking down at his plate.

"Then why'd you kidnap me?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh I think it does matter. Very much."

"Well then it is because you are the most fitting person for the role."

I didn't pay attention to how he had just described me, despite it being something that would have made me proud, and continued firing questions at him.

"What role?" I hissed.

"It's not a role." he responded, sounding bored.

"Then why did you call it a role if it's not one?"

"Uhm."

"If it's not a 'role' then what is it?"

"Ok, it is a role."

"Then why d'you contradict yourself?!"

"Because it was the best term to use..."

Is he hearing himself? He is making no sense whatsoever!

I was getting really mad, so I decided to ask something else:

"How did you get me here from London?"

"Ah. That was quite a miracle," he said smiling, finally looking up at me and Stevenson, who I have finally noticed in a long time, nodded his head behind him, "It wasn't easy, but we made it."

"I can tell that."

He then looked down at my plate and noticed that I didn't eat anything.

"You haven't eaten," he stated.

"I think that is obvious," I snapped. "And for your information, I have diet requirements you will have to take into consideration if I am to eat anything."

"Ok then, what are your requirements?" he asked.

"I only eat food that is halal." I could have burst out laughing at the blank expressions on both their faces. Instead, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. If they were going to kidnap a Muslim, couldn't they at least attempt to understand what I was going to need based off my religion? "It means that I don't eat pork. I only eat meat if it has been slaughtered in a specific way and I do not consume anything that contains alcohol. You can search it up online." I explained.

After a pause, Mr Businessman said, "Oh, ok. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." An awkward silence fell upon us so Mr Businessman broke it by saying: "So... Asmaa, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

"I didn't answer you yesterday, so what makes you think I will say anything today?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him.

"Well, maybe you had a change of heart?" he asked as if the answer wasn't obvious.

"A change of heart? A change of heart?" I repeated raising my voice and uncrossing my arms, putting both my hands into fists "What do you mean 'a change of heart'? I don't trust you! In fact, I don't even know you! Why would anyone trust their kidnapper? From what I could tell, you already know quite a bit about me so maybe you should be the one telling me what you know about me!"

"Fair enough," he shrugged, "I am aware that your name is Asmaa, age:15, birthday: 18 July. You were born and raised in London and have just completed Year 11. Your father is an architect and your mother is unemployed and you have two siblings: a younger sister and an even younger brother."

I stared at him open-mouthed for a few minutes. "How do you know all this?" I asked, stunned.

"I am sure that we have crossed paths a couple times." he replied, a glint in his eyes.

"That doesn't explain anything."

"Right," Mr Businessman clapped, making Stevenson and I jump. "Well, I think it is time we showed you your room."

Stevenson motioned for me to follow him so I slowly got up from my chair and did so reluctantly.

"Oh and by the way," Mr Businessman said to me, "my name is David Brookes, but you can just call me David." As if that was going to change anything.

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So now we know who is behind all this, what is going to happen next? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out 😇