Jasmin's POV
I wake up with a yawn and a stretch. I get out of bed and do my daily hygiene, followed by a shower.
I go over to Do's room and knock on her door. "Good morning, Do." I don't hear anything, and the door doesn't open. I knock again. "Do?"
I knock once more. "Do, you in there?" After getting no response once again, I open the door. She's not in there.
I look throughout the house, calling her name. She's not here.
Walking into the living room, my eyes stop on a piece of paper that's laying on the couch. I go over to it and unfold it.
"If you want the girl, come to Northford Theater." My eyes go wide in horror. Immediately, I go grab my keys and rush to my car.
.....
I'm speeding down the roads, not giving a fuck if any cops catch me. Hell, I'll even give 'em a high-speed chase.
Somebody's kidnapped Do, somebody's kidnapped Do!
A tear has begun to leave my eye, rolling down my face.
Eventually, I make it to the theater. I get out of my car, noticing a parked black van with no windows.
I walk inside, not knowing what to expect. It's dark, until a spotlight shines on Do. OH MY GOD! She's tied up in a chair on the stage, her mouth being binded as well. She's trying to shake out of her restraints, being frantic. I start to walk towards her direction, when I notice that she's looking toward the seats that over look everything.
I turn around and look in the same direction. "Well, well, well. Nice of you to join us, Jasmin."
L-Lanh?!
A second spotlight is on him, allowing me to see the smile on his face. My jaw drops in shock. "You thought I went away, didn't you?" He says.
"I.......I-I......" "Now, tell me, Jasmin. Why have you come to rescue my daughter? Could it possibly be.......because you're fucking her? Are you fucking my daughter, Jasmin?"
I look back to Do before looking back at him. Maybe if I confess, he'll let her go. I sigh. "Yes. I'm......I'm fucking her. Now let her go! Do you hate me or something? Do you want me instead?"
He wears a frown on his face as he speaks. "If I wanted you, I would've had you kidnapped instead."
Well damn. He says it as if I'm not worthy enough to be kidnapped.
"By the way, I already knew you were fucking her. I just wanted to hear you say it. Jasmin, you love her, right?" "Wait a minute. How do you know my name? How do you know me?" "You don't think I know any and everything about your lives? One thing you should learn, Jasmin, is that when you have money, you can pay people. You can pay 'em to follow people, to run background checks, to kidnap. Hell, you can even pay 'em to let you have a theater to yourself for a day." He says, smiling, being amused by the situation.
This dude is SERIOUSLY insane!
"Now back to my previous question. You love her right?" "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that." "Well if you love her, fight for her."
"What?" I say with a confused frown. "You heard me," He says with a smirk. "Give me a show, Jasmin. Oo, incoming."
Out of nowhere, a henchman comes from out of left field and tries to tackle me. I dodge him, him landing on the floor hard.
I get in a fighting stance. I go toe-to-toe with the guy, throwing punches and kicks, weaving, doing roundhouse kicks as well.
I end up being the victor, but another one ends up grabbing me from behind, restricting my arms.
I flip upward, contorting my body and ending up on his shoulders. I start choking him with my legs.
Eventually, he goes down to the floor, letting go of his hold on me. A third one comes out. He tries to punch me, but I bob and weave.
I try to kick his torso, but he grabs my leg. He pushes me to the ground. He tries to tackle me, but I roll to the side. I hurriedly get to my feet.
I continue to fight him, spinning around him in the process. To my dismay, he ends up pinning me to the ground.
I struggle to get from under him. Man, this dude is heavy. What does he eat all day? Cement?
No matter what I do, I can't escape from under him. "Looks like you lose." Lanh says with a satisfied, evil smile.
"Lanh!"
Joan?
Oh my God, I've never been happier to see her.
She's walking further in, her gun aimed. "Well, hello, Joan. Long time, no see." "Leave us alone! Why can't you accept the fact that you can't have me anymore?"
He scoffs. "Oh please. You're just some dirty dyke. Why would I want your whore pussy?"
"Then why are you doing this?" "Isn't it obvious? I want my daughter back. I haven't seen her since she was two. How do you think that made me feel, Joan? For her to be whisked away from me, never to be seen again."
"You did that to yourself. You threatened my life, which threatened hers." Joan is trembling, tears leaving her eyes.
"You didn't have to take her from me and move all the way to America! You could've at least fleed to another country in Asia, but you decided to go all the way across the damn world."
The henchman that's pinning me down tries to get the upper hand on Joan, but she quickly points the gun at him. "Don't fucking touch me! I will shoot you!"
The dude stops and freezes in fear. Good call, dude. Good call.
She turns back to Lanh and wipes away her tears, new ones falling. "I should've did this a long time ago." She says, emotion, but also ice in her voice.
He smiles wide. "See you in Hell, Joan."
And those are his last words before a bullet rings out, landing right between his eyes.
Joan points the gun at the henchman that's still pinning me. "Get the fuck up! You have gloves on. Go check his pulse."
He starts to oblige, being held at gunpoint. They go to where Lanh's body is sitting. The dude checks his pulse as she ordered. "Yep. He's dead."
She puts the gun to the dude's head. "Now take you and his other goonies and get the fuck outta here!"
The dude quickly rushes to do what she says, dragging them away in the process. We run over to Do and begin to untie her. She's crying. Poor baby.
I take the cloth off of her mouth. Once she's free, she hugs her mom, Joan hugging back, both of them in tears.
"Mom.......I was so scared." "I'm here, baby. He'll never scare us again." After she's done hugging Joan, she turns to hug me with all her might.
"You came for me." Do says to me. "Of course I did. I'd do anything for you, Do." I say, probably squeezing the life out of her, tears escaping my eyes.
After we're done hugging, Joan speaks. "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Agreed." I say.
.....
We're back home now. "Mom, how did you know to come to the theater?" "There was a note on the floor saying where you were. All I had to do was go there."
"How do you feel, Joan?" "I just.....I don't even," She says, beginning to tear up. "He tormented me all throughout our relationship. All my years of pain and trauma...... They're gone."
We both hug her. "It's ok, Joan. It's all gonna be ok."
