Brandy Creek (Book Two Completed)

Part 2

Natalie Five years earlier

"Mi princesa." Fernando's voice rushes over me like slimy oil. I fight to keep my face from cringing as he walks up to me and runs the back of his hand against my cheek. The man wears so much jewelry it could pay off three family sized houses, and feed those family's for a year. Those are just his everyday too.

"Si capitán?" In the past two years he had began calling me his princess, I don't know why. I never questioned it though, I was taught to never question Fernando. Sometimes he would answer a question, sometimes the repercussions weren't worth it. I've decided to never ask him directly, I go to one of his men instead. Most of them lately have been more open with me, less likely to beat the shit out of me for no reason.

"We will hold you a sweet 16." Fernando exclaims happily clapping his hands together, the rings clacking. He walks farther into the room to the wine cart with crystal decanters. My mouth is hanging open with shock and I quickly school my expression into a slight smile as he turns. Panic on the inside, soft and meek on the outside. "A sweet 16 like the Americans, a big beautiful dress and lots of food and dancing."

He sways a little as he pours half a glass of whiskey, it is late in the day and he's not hammered yet. He's about to be. When he turns back to me I try to sound gracious and not suspicious, he had never once thrown me a birthday party. Really I didn't think he didn't even knew when my birthday was. "Thank you, it is a honor that you are throwing me a party."

He points a finger twirling around his drink and gives a half bow before laughing. Okay, maybe he is already hammered. The shorter man walks over to the front of his desk, a swag.. or stumble to his step. "Si, si I am a thoughtful man for this. Tomorrow you will be pulled from your training to get fitted for your wedding dress."

My stomach falls, my throat becomes thick with more panic and he turns before I can school the horror off my face. He laughs, louder, a full belly laugh at the panic radiating from me. He takes a large glup of his drink and slams it to his desk. "You will enjoy your party, at the end we will hold a marriage ceremony. You will be mi true princesa and my sons beautiful wife."

I really try to keep my breathing under control as the words he speaks brings more and more panic. I can't marry his son, Fernando Jr. is worse then Fernando himself. He's stupid and reckless. He also likes to beat his sexual partners, I've never heard of Fernando doing that, but he doesn't stop his son. And by his laughter, he knows exactly what his son would do to me. "Leave mi princesa, and know if you defy me on this you will die."

Fernando hadn't threatened to kill me in awhile, a few years at least. I'm guessing because he had put to much time and effort into me already. So I bow my head and leave. Though I don't plan to just roll over and marry his son, I was trained to be a enforcer, a one person army. He had me killing and torturing people by time I was 11, I now ran a lot of the training of new recruits.

He had created me to be a killer and now he would reap what he had sowed.

Natalie now

My whole body was on fire, sweat felt like it was pouring down my skin even though the sweat wasn't that bad. I kept pulling the thick blanket on and shoving it off five minutes later, I drink a glass of water every few minutes and I only got up to use the bathroom. I hadn't eaten anything in what I think was two days, I had put a digital clock next to the couch I was on. The couch is a older one in a small apartment on the second floor of the building. After Mato and his family left in a array of bullets I ran the way we had come. There were to many infected coming from the woods, they had at least left after the car and sounds of the gun popping off. I had killed a large amount of zombies outside and inside the apartment building, dragged them out to the front to pile around the doors as a sort of meat barricade.