No escape from the past (book 1)

Chapter nine

~Mila's POV~

'Ma fille est à l'intérieur, je vais vous l'amener. (My daughter is inside, I will bring her to you),' I hear my mother say and quickly wipe the tears from my face. I close the curtains and run back into my bed.

I lay down and pretend to be asleep and I hear the footsteps of my mother slowly coming towards my door. I hear a knock on the door, but I just keep my eyes closest and pretend to be asleep. I'm too scared to make a move.

'Mila, chérie, tu dois te réveiller, ma chérie. (Mila, darling, you need to wake up, sweetie),' I hear my mother say, while she slowly comes into my room. I feel the bed crunch under her weight and she lies a hand down on my shoulder. She shakes my shoulder carefully and I pretend to wake up.

'Mama, que se passe-t-il? (Mom, what's going on?),' I ask in a sleepy voice and she smiles at me. I don't think she realizes that she is really bad at faking or she is just a manipulative bastard.

'Ton père et moi avons passé un marché. Je suis désolé, chérie, mais maman doit partir dans quelques semaines. Papa est déjà parti. (Your dad and I made a deal. I'm sorry, darling, but mommy needs to leave for a few weeks. Daddy is already gone.),' my mother says and I slowly sit up. Yes, dad was gone, because of you. You killed him and made it look like that it wasn't your plan all along.

'Pourquoi si tard, maman ? C'est au milieu de la nuit. Est-ce que quelque chose est arrivé? (Why so late, mom? It's in the middle of the night. Did something happen?),' I ask as innocently as possible, not wanting to let my mother know what I have seen.

'Il ne s'est rien passé, ma chérie. Vous partez avec quelques amis à moi. Je reviendrai pour toi, d'accord ? (Nothing happened, sweetie. You are going with a few friends of mine. I will come back for you, okay?),' she says to me with a reasurens smile on her face. I didn't believe her, not for a second. I wanted to scream at her, I wanted to make her life just as miserable as mine now would be. But I was still just an eight year old girl, you couldn't even slap someone.

I slowly nod and she helps me out of my bed. She grabs some clothes out of my closet and lays them down on the bed. Then she grabs a suitcase and quickly puts in the rest of the clothes.

I watch her do everything, while standing in the cold room in my pajamas. I am terrified of what is going to happen next and I wanted to run so badly, but I didn't want the same thing to happen to me as what happened to my dad.

So I stay quiet, watching and pretending to be shy, because I was going with some strange guys who just killed my dad. I am sure that they are friends from my mom and that she made the deal and not dad. But what will come out of her with this deal.

'Rapidement, mais ceux-là. Ce sera un long voyage et il fera froid dehors. (Quickly, but this one. It will be a long journey and it's cold outside.),' my mother says and throws me the clothes she had laid on the bed.

I slowly take off my pajamas and put on the clothes. It is a pair of warm jeans and a sweater my mother had made for me. I cross my arms and just stay quiet while my mom is packing my clothes.

When she is done, she comes towards me and gives me my suitcase. She kneels down so she is on my level and scoops my face with her hands. I try not to flinch, afraid of what she might do.

'Je sais que c'est effrayant, mais tu dois juste me faire confiance. Maman et papa partent en voyage et tu dois rester avec des amis à moi. (I know this is scary, but you just have to trust me. Mommy and daddy are going on a trip and you need to stay with some friends of mine.),' she says and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I just look away and close my hand tightly around the handle of the suitcase.