The Shipwreck

Chapter 12

She stood there, staring at me, as if I went crazy and that I had no reason to go crazy like that. As if I wasn't in a cell, God knows where, in the middle of the jungle. As if she didn't lie to me, kept things from me.
She owed me an explanation and I stared back at her, daring her to speak. Silence was becoming unbearable, she moved her lips as to speak, but nothing came out for the sound of steps behind her kept her from talking.
A tall and slim figure appeared. He looked not so old, but he had the features of someone that spent his whole life under the sun for his skin was wrinkled and had that burnt tone that almost made him look mummified. He was soon followed by what seemed a military unit, they were holding rudimental spears, but they looked dangerous, nonetheless. He spoke that language that I had yet to come to learn, but I was sure he was giving them some sort of order since they moved and each of them took, one by one, first my father and then the others. I moved as to stop them, but Bette was faster than me and placing her hand on my stomach, she made a simple and light hush sound. I stared at her, and if I wasn't that weak from the blow I got earlier, I'm sure I would have headbutted her.
"Where are they taking them?!" I screamed. "Father!" I called out to him.
"It's going to be alright, baby girl" he said sounding sure of himself. "It's going to be alright"
At that I just stopped. What else could I do? They outnumbered us and they were armed. I wished his words were true. How could he be so calm, we didn't know those people. We didn't know why we were there. We didn't know what they were capable of. What if they wanted to cook and eat us and have a tasty meal? I shivered at the thought of them feasting on our fleshes. Hell! It was supposed to be a discovery trip, not some kind of Indiana Jones shit. And I blamed her, I blamed her because she knew those people and she didn't tell me anything.
"Don't fucking touch me" I said firmly, pushing her hand away.
She stood there, without uttering a word once again. As soon as they took the others away, the guy that seemed to be the head of all that weird stuff, walked away.
Then I noticed a woman, the vibes she gave me were those kinds of vibes that make you hate a person right away. And I hated her indeed, for she walked past us and as she put a hand on Bette's side, she smirked at her and followed the guy soon after. It was that kind of smirk that says it all. I really had the urge to throw up.
"So what? You are her little bitch?" I really didn't know where that came from.
"Excuse me?" She replied. "Where did that come from?" Oh, she could read my mind now?
"From the hell you and these people just put my father and me through" I shoved her away from me.
"What's the matter with you?"
Oh, she didn't really ask me that. But as a matter of fact, she did, and she was going to regret it.
"What's the matter with me? I said, raising my voice. My face going red from the blood flowing fast and high, I thought I was going to have a stroke right then. "Are you listening to yourself? You ask me what's the matter?" I continued my rant. "You lied to me. You little scum! You acted oh so innocent at first, not an English word coming from your mouth, then all of a sudden you speak so fluently; you fuck me, God knows why! You leave me alone in that damn cave and go outside to speak to that huge guy, and come inside as if nothing ever happened, and then you ask me, what's the fucking problem?" I was panting by now. I think she feared for her life, for she took a couple of steps behind, away from me, while I was having my outburst.
Again, silence, and I wanted to scream more. I was about to start again because that silent treatment was seriously driving me crazy, "Are you goin–" I wanted to ask her if she was going to say anything at all, but my question was abruptly stopped by her hand on my mouth; then I found myself being gently, but firmly pushed against the wall. It wasn't a gesture made out of anger, it didn't scare me; it was like she wanted to protect me somehow.
In fact, one of the guards that came paying us a visit earlier approached the cell as if to check what was going on. She spoke that foreign language again and he walked away, but not without giving a second look back at us. Mostly at me, as if he was scrutinizing the situation. I must have drawn some attention with my high pitch voice.
"I managed to make him walk away... don't draw attention" she whispered. "I swear I will explain everything, but you have to calm down– ouch!" I had bitten the back of her hand. She winced but didn't let go of me.
Having understood that I had to keep my voice down, I whispered angrily: "Calm down? I am in a damn cell, in the middle of a foreign land. I don't know what's going on. I don't know what's gonna happen to my beloved father. And I don't know who the fuck you are!"
"I said I will explain everything... just don't draw attention, please" she pleaded. She looked sincere.
Our faces were only a few inches apart. The warmth of her breath tickled my lips. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly, and her body pressed against mine was making me have all kind of thoughts. And she knew it, I could see it in her eyes.
But I was too angry, and I needed to know more.