Until We Die|✔️

2| Strange Men

~Don't chase, don't beg and don't stress~

My father looked at me like a piece of dirt off the bottom of his shoe. Or is it a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe? Either way, he was looking at me like he was disgusted. His mouth was moving yet I couldn't seem to hear what was coming out of it. Suddenly, my head snapped to the side as he landed a blow on my cheek.

That definitely brought me back to reality.

"When I speak to you, it means I want you to fucking listen!," he yelled in my face making me glance at the floor.

He let out a deep breath as he took a step back. "He's coming for you tomorrow."

I bit my tongue, hard enough to cause me pain but not enough to make me bleed. I just needed to stay quiet. I wanted to ask my father who 'him' is. I wanted to ask what being rid of means. I didn't understand what was happening and why it was happening. All I know is that tomorrow I have to leave my home behind.

Suddenly, loud knocks sounded at the front door. My mother and I looked at each other shocked and terrified because that's the first time in 18 years that someone has knocked on the door. I held my breath as my father stalked towards it. My mother and I ran towards the entrance of the kitchen, peaking out through the doorway, trying to keep hidden.

It was a group of terrifying looking men. They were tall and muscular and each of them wore black suits. They were oddly handsome as the suits hugged them perfectly. They were pretty intimidating compared to my father.

I let out a breath as I realised this group of men are the first group of people I've ever seen.

My father spoke vividly and wildly as he threw his arms around him. The men seemingly getting bored of the conversation stormed into the house. One particular man in the middle caught my eye as he seemed to be the leader of the others. His eyes looked cold and calculating as he examined what's around him. He terrified me.

All five of the men looked alike in some way so I guessed they were siblings. The only difference between each of them was the tattoos on them. Some had visible tattoos like on their face or hands or neck but some didn't and each of them had different tattoos. My father has a tattoo on his arm.

My father followed behind them as they made their way toward the kitchen. My mother and I stumbled back as we tried to pretend we weren't watching them.

"Give me the girl," the leader spoke, his voice gruff yet firm. I hid my body behind my mothers, realising they were here a day early for me. Out of nowhere, my father gripped my upper arm and pushed me forwards towards the group of men. My mother looked at me sadly as we were unable to say goodbye.

"My debt is clear?," my father confirmed in a questioning tone. The man nodded his head.

"Restrain her," he ordered one of the others. I watched curiously as one of the men pulled out these little plastic things that I've never seen before. He roughly grabbed my wrists and squeezed them together before wrapping the plastic thing around them and tightening it.

I stayed silent as I was tugged out of the house. I looked around me in awe as I saw the beautiful night sky filled with glistening stars. The road was empty with only two black cars. I've never seen a car nor have I ever sat in one.

I glanced at it nervously.

The man gripping my upper arm pushed me into the car. I slowly sat up properly and looked around. I was sat in the back with the strange man who's not the leader beside me. The leader and some other man sat in the front two seats. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt the engine of the car come to life.

I was terrified.

I closed my eyes tightly as the car began to move ahead. I could feel the man beside me staring at me with a confused expression on his face.

It was no secret that I was terrified of these men. It's mostly because these are the first people I've ever seen in my entire life other than my parents. I stayed silent, not asking him why he was looking at me confused because I didn't know how to ask him.

I opened my eyes. I stared of the window seeing people walking up and down the street, something I've never been able to see or do myself.

"She looks scared," he spoke to the men in the front. The leader glanced at me via the mirror hung from the ceiling of the car. I still don't understand what my father meant by getting rid me nor do I understand what he meant by 'my debt is clear?'. I don't understand what I'm doing here. Any sane person would be afraid of what's happening right now.

They didn't say anymore words and many hours later after I had fallen asleep, I had woken to complete darkness. I began to panic slightly as I thrashed around, kicking my legs out once I realised my wrists were still bound.

The man next to me rested his hands on my upper arms holding me down. It was then that I realised we were still in the car. "Calm down," he told me firmly.

I took some deep breaths and stopped moving. I've never had any issues with not listening to instructions. If you had a father like mine, you'd understand.

The man removed his hands and I was pulled out of the car. I hadn't realised the vehicle stopped moving. I was walking blindly trying carefully to make sure I was putting one foot in front of the other. The rocky ground beneath my feet hurt and was for sure making tiny little cuts but I didn't complain.

"Where the fuck are her shoes?," someone asked. Shoes? I've never had the need for shoes. I've always stayed inside. My father wore shoes.

Before I knew it, a stranger had lifted me up over their shoulder. Their hand rested below my butt keeping me steady and keeping my dress down. With my hands bound and eyes covered, I felt nauseous as I hung upside down. This was new to me. All of this is new to me.

The wind whipping around us suddenly stopped as the atmosphere completely changed. I assume we entered a house as the shoes of the men clacked against the hard floor.

Suddenly, I was put back onto my own two feet. I swayed for a moment before the covering on my eyes was removed revealing light. I blinked not once but twice as I tried to see where I was. I was stood in the middle of a glamorous foyer. The little details in the walls were gold as the rest of the wall was some other colour I've never seen before. In front of me were two ginormous staircases, both meeting at the top with a golden handrail.

The men that stormed my house stood in front of me with icy glares directed towards me. I shrunk back almost like it was instinct. I was used to these looks because it's the way my father looks at me- used to look at me. I'm not sure if I'm going back home anytime soon.

The one who I assume is the leader stood forward, looking and clearly feeling confident. He opened his mouth to speak, "Welcome home, princess."

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