One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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The world was fuzzy around me as I struggled to clear my eyes of the dried tears gluing my lids together— when I did manage to peel them open I realized that my nightmare wasn't just a figment of my overactive imagination, it was real. Almost everything in this room was layered with a thin coat of dust as the light made everything reflect a horrid golden tint. This wasn't a magnificent gold however, it was eerie and it set off unexplainable panic bells in my brain. Maybe it was the fact that I was locked in this place or possibly the fact that this room came straight out of a cliche horror movie. My chest tightened as I stood up from my resting position against the door and slowly scanned the room.
As I stood up an uncomfortable pain shot through my neck, it must have been from the weird angle that I was sleeping in. I tried to remain as calm as possible as I realized my dangerous situation—I did not scream because I knew it would be useless, no one who would want to help would hear me. I don't know exactly why Rafe thought it would be a good idea to kidnap me, I wasn't an essential member of the pogues—if he wanted to make a trade he should have taken Sarah or Kie.
I hesitantly started to inch my way further into the room, exploring my lavish cell. Swiping my fingers on an old wooden chest, a trail of dust transferred onto them—I quickly wiped them on my baby blue jumpsuit. My eyes scanned the area for anything that could hint how much time had passed, a window or a clock perhaps, but unfortunately there were no such things. However a mysterious object did catch my eye— it was a large square shaped thing with a white sheet draped over it. It was ominous and tempting so I did what any normal thing a teenager would do—dramatically uncover it.
As I ripped the sheet from the unknown object, dust particles circled around me—following the cloth until they floated around in the light. To my surprise there wasn't nearly as much dust as I anticipated, it seemed to me the metal box must have only been covered for a few days. Oh no, literally what the fuck. I started laughing out of disbelief like a crazy person as I realized what I was staring at—it was a metal goddamn safe.
I placed my hands on my forehead and slowly backed away from it as my common sense started rushing back into my dumstruct mind. I breathed out with a hint of amusement. "No" I began to pace back and forth in front of the object holding millions of dollars in gold—my friend's gold. "No way, no fucking way" I whispered with excitment to myself still unsure wether to believe that this was real—who knows maybe I was dreaming this entire thing. There was no way that Rafe fucking Cameron was dumb enough to lock me in a room filled with the treasure that the pouges so badly desired.
Dumbfounded and mouth hanging open, I quickly made my way back over to the metal safe. I ran my fingers over the surface and found a hole—my skin sunk into it perfectly causing its outline to be engraved into my finger. The lock would perfectly match up with the shape of the key that Rafe wanted. A small smirk flashed across my face as I bit my knuckle with disbelief and awe but as I scanned the cold surface once more it vanished as quickly as it came. The Camerons paranoia must have been maxed to the fullest because I noticed a dreadful little box with plastic numbers right underneath the key hole—it was a pin pad lock. Fuck, now there were two things that the pouges needed to have in order to get back the gold.
My thoughts were immediately interrupted as I heard the banging of footsteps on the basement stairs and from the uneven patterns it was clear that there was more than one person. There was a low hum of a conversation but I could not make out any of the words. My eyes widened in panic as I dashed to the opposite side of the room, as far away from the safe as possible. My shoes made a loud squeak on the stone floor as I slid in between an old sofa and a wooden wardrobe—attempting to wedge myself in between the two as some sort of camouflage.
The drumming of my rapid heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of two men on the other side of the locked door. "Dad I'm sorry I just did what I thought was right!" I discovered that the person who was speaking was Rafe and It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was talking to. His tone was defensive and stubborn, I could picture him waving his hands in front of him dramatically while explaining this unfortunate situation to Ward.
"Yeah, yeah I know what you thought you were doing Rafe!" Ward Cameron responded with his voice raised, "But now you have taken this to a whole other level!"
"She doesn't know shit. Just let me talk to—" Rafe started but his sentence was cut off by a loud slap slicing through the air. My breath became uneven and ragged after the sound of skin on skin rang through my eardrums. I slightly jumped at the horrible awareness that Ward had hit his son and it made me think what his plan for me was.
"No! You have fucked this up enough" His tone was hard as nails and I basically had a heart attack when I heard the weight of his footsteps grow louder. The clicking of the doorknob caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend I was sleeping. I slightly cursed myself as my attempt to slow my breathing failed miserably and my violent breathing gave away my con.
Millions of frightened thoughts rattled in my brain as I could sense an intense presence in the room. My insides tightened and shriveled as I felt him approach me—my very bad hiding spot was not ideal but there was nothing I could do about it now. I felt so exposed and so helpless. I heard a slight shift in the figure standing over me, signaling that he was crouched down to my level. My heavy breathing was only intensifying as the seconds of intense silence flew by. Ward cleared his throat before softly saying "Andy? Sweetie, can you hear me?" My eyebrows furrowed, I was unsure if it was with confusion or shock, and I slowly opened my eyes trying to play off the sleeping act. I gulped as I witnessed Mr Cameron squatting down on his ankles and his forearms resting on his knees—he looked concerned and caring. I'm not going to lie, his calm act fooled me into letting my guard down for a moment but then I saw Rafe leaning on the doorframe and that only stirred up my anxiety. "Its ok, It's ok" He assured me, "I just have a few questions that I'm going to need you to answer honestly—ok?"
His words were so soothing but I knew that this was his tactic to manipulate me. I said nothing and stared at him through my eyebrows, not breaking eye contact once. The Cameron men liked to have complete control and power over everything so I was determined to be defiant in subtle ways such as trying not to show fear. Granted I was doing a terrible job but at least I was trying to be brave.
Ward took my silence as an agreement and proceeded to talk "First are you ok? Do you need anything?" To be honest my throat felt like the sahara desert and I was craving a cold glass of water but my pride overtook my common sense—I stayed silent and changed my gaze to the dusty floor. Ward made a quick glance back at his son and widened his eyes with annoyance before turning his attention back to me, "Ok" he said, "This is going to be very difficult if you refuse to talk to me sweetie"
At this I perked up a bit, proud that I got under his skin with nothing but mere silence. I readjusted myself so now I was sitting up straight and my chin was now resting on my knees— I saw the familiar spark that Rafe has in his fathers cold eyes as I stared into them. I scoffed as I nodded my head with mockery before responding "Don't call me sweetie"
