vanished

CHAPTER SEVEN

I couldn’t remember how long I was unconscious but it must have been long enough for whoever attacked me to tie me up. I slowly opened my eyes and let it get accustomed to the flood of light. I was still in the basement. Someone gave a muffled cry beside and I turned sharply, earning me a quick stab of pain in my head but I faced the person only to see-

OH MY GOD!

“Casey.” I whispered hoarsely. She tried to talk but she was gagged and bound up in chains as well. Terror and pain written all over her face. I kept staring at her. Relief, anger, rage and disbelief flowing through me.

I stared into her eyes. “Are you okay?” I whispered again. She nodded her head. “Did he hurt you?”

She started crying and I desperately wished I wasn’t in my chains. Rich did this, he was looking for a way to hurt me and I was going to kill him.

“I’m so sorry Casey, I’m so sorry.” My voice was breaking. “I shouldn’t have let this happen, this is all my fault.” I broke down in tears.

Someone clapped in the shadows, footsteps echoing in the darkness. A malevolent laugh.

Rich stepped into the light and his face was a look of pure evil. I couldn’t believe I’d lived with a monster all my life.

Rich kept on laughing till he reached where I lay on the ground. He jerked my face up and I spat on his face. He laughed a low condescending sound that made me want to rip his face off.

“You’re nothing like your mother. Always so wild and angry.” He mocked.

My hands were clenched in fury. “Well, wasn’t that so bad for you, you couldn’t walk over me like you did to her and it got to you. I bet that wasn’t part of your plan was it?”

He eyes narrowed and he slapped my face. It stung but I refused to make any noise.

“Its so disappointing when you underestimate your mother when she did all she could to protect you.” He laughed. “The little bitch thought she could kick me off the curb and be done with me. So of course I had to do what I did.”

I held my breath. He was lying, he had to be. Mom had never said anything like that or had she?

“Haven’t you ever wondered about her death?”

“she overdosed on drugs, you bastard.” I yelled out.

“I got her hooked on the drugs so no one would suspect. I mean who would raise a finger when a drug addict suddenly overdosed.” That sick smile on his face.

“You see she knew I found about the inheritance money, but the little bitch thought she was smart. She tied it all up in a trust fund for you that even I couldn’t access. Not until you reached 18, which is in two weeks time.’’

What the hell? “What inheritance money? For all I know my mom never had a family.”

He smirked. “Oh she didn’t, but your father did.”

What? My father? She never talked about my Dad. I couldn’t even remember him, he died when I was so young.

“You’re lying. My father was an immigrant.” I hissed.

“Oh is that what she told you?” he said slyly. “Your father was from a rich family, he left his family when they wouldn’t agree to his union with your mother. The stupid things people do for love. Unfortunately he died barely two years into his marriage leaving your mother a very rich woman.”

“I tried so many ways to make her give me access to the money but she wouldn’t and I knew what my other options were.”

That made sense. Why mom never worked but always seemed to have money. Why Rich would have wanted to marry my mom. Realization dawned on me.