𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 , 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

(TW, mentions of drugs, abuse - not much- Kidnapping)

part one of two in the finale of the book ONISM

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So, I've been kidnapped. Funny word; kidnapped.

I'm not a child anymore, and then again here I am. In a fucking warehouse with my Cousin Romeo. Ironic name right, he isn't much and never has been much of a lover. 

His lasts girlfriends name, funnily enough was Julie.

He hit her once and she never came back.

Serves him right, abusive piece of shit.

His around 23 with massive daddy and mommy issues. And i mean who can blame him. after 25 hours (i think) I figured out more than I've known about him my whole life.

His dad been running this cartel for over 12 years and when Romeo was finally of age he joined. They've never killed anyone, but their part of the drug dealing system here in Columbia and since my dad joined about 9 years back they've all been on the run.

Thanks to him.

"Your dad's a dick head." He concludes, having told me his entire life story.

"You don't think i know that? And i barley know that guy." I say, laughing a little then realising my hands are still ties to a brown, wooden chair. I groan as Romeo looks up from his phone.

"Why am i here anyway. What i do to upset your little mafia business here?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

"You upset your dad." He states, copying my head and how it's leaning. I jolt it upwards again, glaring at him

"For calling him out for being a piece of shit? As if!" I exclaim sounding like Cher from Clueless, but i squint as the warehouse door opens.

"AH ROMEO!" A man greets, the large metal doors shutting behind him. I now see where in a large area and not a small room as i had expected. Dumb of me to think that, the reverb in here is insane.

"And look who we have here." The man's voice is my uncle.

"Happy family reunion." I spit. But behind him in another man, and it's my dad. 

"what the fuck?" I hear Romeo speaking the his thoughts aloud. Not only his, mine as well.

"What the shit is he doing here, he sold us out." Romeo yells.

"Classic." I mumble, getting looks from all three of them. Who knew I'd be reuniting with my family while in warehouse, while being held hostage.

"Go turn on the lights Romeo, I'm gonna have a nice old chat with you Cousin here." My uncle announces. Romeo struts away and turns on the generator for the lights, he leaves me with these two grown ass men who have nothing better to do with their lives.

"So?" I say, as calmly as possible, I wanted to scream and cry and kick, all at the same time.

"Your so grown up." he says as the lights flicker on. Finally in the light I see his beaten up face. I guess when I got a look at him for the first time I didn't really look. I just didn't want to see the face of the man who had left us, left my mother to fend for herself. He didn't deserve it.

"Jesus." I scoff, narrowing my eyes at his scarred as well as bruised face.

"All to get your father out of that hell hole." he nudges his shoulder, just like he use to do at family dinners when both of them weren't so drunk. I hated how this somehow resembled my childhood, hated the fact that I was too young and too naive to ever ask, or look for the truth after they both disappeared, almost at the same time.

"Wait, so you didn't bail him out." I asked, fully knowing the answer to that question.

"God no."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell. My eyes darting back and forth at both of them.

"Just because where the most successful cartel in these parts doesn't mean we have the money." He tries to explain.

"THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS, YOU STUPID FUCK!" I scream, almost falling back in chair but someone catching it.  Romeo appearing over my shoulder and smirking at me.

And here i thought he was on my side.

But soon, it hits me like a bullet to my skin, it tears and breaks and bleeds. And thats when the hot tears begin to leak down my face, the bruise on my head begins to pulsate with this agonising pain as I think of Karl.

"K-Karl. Where is he?" I whimper out. Knowing full well they have my phone and theyve looked at it, and declined each call.

"His called 45 times in the past 24-30 hours." Romeo says calmly from behind me.

"Nick?" 

"Over 110 times in the like 25." He states again.

I large chocking sound bubbles from my chest to the surface. I guess the feeling hadn't really sinked in yet, but it has now.

"Let me call N-Nick please." I half stutter, not being able to make out words.

"He know you took me, but i need to know if Karl dose. because i can tell Nick not to tell him." I sniff, calming down.

"Who is this Karl-!" My dad begins, but i cut him off. Screaming loudly.

"MY BOYFRIEND DAD!" I sob.

"Boyfriend?" My father says, his face dropping as Romeo hands me my phone, swiftly taking it out of his pocket.

So the phone rings...

And rings..

"OAK?" I place him on speaker, the waver in his voice making me feel so small.

"I-I'm ok!" I say, though it's true. My heart feels like it's burning up inside. Like my world is falling to pieces, and that their going to get hurt because of me.

"Karl knows." he says, but my heart in that moment shatters into a million pieces.

"NO! THEY'LL HURT HIM SAP I KNOW IT!" I say it without thinking, but no one says a word.

"he can't come looking for me."

"Oakley, he already has." Someone snatches my phone and I gasp.

"OAK- OAKL-!?" My phone crashes onto the floor. My uncle smashing my phone onto the ground as Nick's voice is no longer audible, it's dead silence before my uncle begins to step on it, the crashing sounds echoing in the warehouse.

"NO STOP IT!" I scream, Romeo rushing over to stop his dad, but it's to late. His foot makes a final stomp and he kicks it.

Romeo untied the rope.

My hands fall free and i fall onto my ground chasing after my phone. I feel so stupid doing this in front of these people, but Nick is on that phone, Clay is. And so is Karl.

My dad walks over to offer me his hand, but as he crouches down I spit in his face and he takes a few steps back. How dare he ask me for his hand, how dare he let them take me. 

HOW FUCKING DARE HE!

Why the hell dose he want my sympathy now, after so many years of fucking torture of not knowing where he is.

"Boys, let's go." My uncle snaps, glaring at me from the lone chair i had finally escaped. 

As i try and turn my phone on it takes a while to turn on, all cracked at broken. So fragile. What the fuck am i going to do. I have nowhere else to go, I don't know how and what is going to happen.

If i starve or if they ever come back. The phone shows a cracked picture of Karl and I. Where huddles on the couch and I'm flipping off whoever is behind the camera, and i'm guessing its Nick. Cuz I've got this big, stupid smile on my face. 

But now I'm alone huddled together. No Nick.. no Karl.

I'm never going to get our of here, am i? I'm going to die alone without knowing where I am who and who was going to save me. but if somebody dose... I just don't wanna be alone. 

Not anymore.