Kidnapped: Welcome 'home'

Chapter 23: Questions

"UGHHH!" I yelled in frustration when I woke up and realised that I was back in the bedroom I was staying in while in New York City. I noticed the backpack I used on the floor beside the bed and hastily picked it up, rummaging through it in search of my passport.

"Ugh!" I screamed again. I couldn't find it.

I found the laptop and phone he gave me on the bedside table, exactly as I had left them. I opened the phone and saw that nothing about it was different to when I last used it.

"ARGHH!" I screamed for the third time, throwing the phone across the room as tears ran freely down my face.

I was so close.

Too close.

I couldn't let it all slip away.

But it did.

I had failed. I didn't make it.

I cried and cried until I thought that I couldn't cry anymore because all my tears were dried up, instead I performed my wudu and prayed. Then, I cried some more during my prayer.

For hours and hours, I cried and yelled and prayed, releasing the tension from within me. I managed to calm down until all that was left was blood boiling in anger. Anger at them.

I didn't bother changing and stormed my way out of the room to confront them, ready to give them a piece of my mind. They were all gathered in the dining area of the apartment, talking as though nothing of any significance had happened recently. Pierre, King and Steve were sat down on stools while David was standing, leaning on the worktop.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I roared. "What is wrong with you? Why'd you have to do all this to me?!"

They all jumped at my outburst as if they weren't expecting me to yell at them. I could feel my face getting hot and my eyes becoming blurry. Blinking rapidly, I willed myself not to cry and to remain strong.

"What are you talking about?" David asked calmly.

"You know very well what I'm talking about." I replied through gritted teeth, balling my hands into fists and digging my nails into the palms of my hands. "Why?"

"Because you ran away." he simply replied.

"So what if I did? Why couldn't you just let me go? What is your problem if I just left?"

"You ran away from here so we brought you back."

"Who said I wanted to be back?" I snapped rudely, "I escaped for a reason: because I don't want to be here"

"But this is where you belong-"

"NO IT'S NOT!" I interjected. My tears were running freely down my cheeks, my nails were dug deep into my sweaty palms, my knuckles had turned white because of how hard I had clenched my fists, my teeth were clenched and I was shaking with rage.

King and Steve stared at me with shock evident in their faces, while Pierre seemed to be a little afraid. David, on the contrary, seemed calm and collected.

"I don't belong here," I continued, "This isn't my home. I belong with my family and friends back home in London. Not here! I didn't choose to come here! You lot made me come here, against my will. YOU KIDNAPPED ME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! So tell me, why did you bring me here? What do you want?!"

David kept his mouth shut and didn't reply.

"See!" I lifted my hand in exasperation and waved at him, "You don't even have an answer. You can't kidnap me for the fun of it. I'm not a toy, nor an object."