When thrown a challenge, whether victory would be mine or not I better be brave enough to not retreat. Often, I believe that I am ought to stay silent when scared, avoid troubles when alone and mute my conscience to protect myself. But unlike my most other beliefs that I abet and abide by these are few that I repeatedly fail to follow. Thus, I make mistakes and repeat them again and again without realizing that these are mistakes.
"Stop it!" I shout but their reeling instructions toward each other on top of their voice made mine go easily unheard.
I follow their every wild step, trying to find out what's that food they are hungry for, what's that treasure I myself have hidden without my own comprehension. But they made my protest go unseen. After coiling havoc in the entrance where I once planted Dracaena and Gloxinia, they move towards the bedroom.
"If you all don't stop right away, I'll call the police," one of them glares at me looking totally unaffected while I speak. Well, I also couldn't surmise when he knocked at my door wearing that 'talk to me' t shirt and others were smiling so naive. Then he comes and snatches my phone away.
Damn them for fooling me!!
They start to rip off every curtain, sheets over my bed and cushions as if searching for something that can be hidden in smallest of the holes. Then comes the bookshelf where all the books are hurled over the floor making a mess of papers.
They go through my wardrobe disheveling it as if my dresses are nothing more than rags or filthy napkins.
"I said stop right there!" My voice shaking while I shout.
"Not my dresses too!" I add.
They go through every corner of my house and finding nothing of their need they pause.
"Don't you dare to go to the kitchen!" I warn them just for them to head their instantly as if I made them remember something that they forgot.
Yeah, they forgot but I put a name to it.
I should've stayed silent.
"I think you have to come with us," a middle-aged man makes his way towards me with a few arrogant steps. He speaks in curt voice. Shades covering his eyes as a fitted dark coat clings to his body.
For a moment he stares me up and down. I am in my sky-blue pajamas with strawberries printed over it. Not an unusual outfit I guess, then why is he staring? because it's my poorest one??
"I think I should call 999 even if I am too late," I spit out. My heart still pounding loud.
It's been a while since I used so much energy on my voice.
"And you will regret doing that," the man says back with more dire. Tucking one hand inside the pocket of his coat.
I was taught to show manners to the elderly by my father but I believe he meant to those who deserves it or at least he should've been more exact about it.
"I better regret calling the police than regret going with some derailed thugs or vandals to someplace where I will probably get killed."
This time I speak with more austere trying to sound unafraid not a dying toad.
"I can assure that you won't be killed or harmed. But if you resist to go the consequence might be different."
The other acquaintances of his staring violently at me while he throws his frantic threats. They are five including him. Not a big number I know. All of them have the same tattoo spreading on their left hand till their shoulder, but half of it is covered with their outfits. And the man leading them is totally covered in coat. I know. I know they aren't some common sets of thugs send here to ruin my house. They share the same motive while working for the same person. Like my father who swore to serve his kingpin while wanting to become one. Like my sister who serves him while sharing his motto. But why am I thinking of all this now?
He expected to scare me when he threw that threat but I am petrified and am curious of why I am not running yet.
I arrange some words inside my head and give them voice after mustering the slightest bit of courage left.
"I am not going. I don't trust you all."
I let my gaze wander over my house, over the mess they made.
They killed my one and only teddy bear by ripping its stomach while its one ear is missing. I let them confiscate my phone and now I have nothing left to do anything.
He removes his shades and takes a step forward. His eyes are brown. "This incident involves an important matter which will be explained to you later. For now, all you have to do is get into the car."
Get into the car let me kill you...is what he should be saying. UGGHH!! Aurum what you have gotten yourself into!
He points the Black Bentley with his shades positioned just outside my house. The sunrays make its roof shimmer. I have no time to appraise that thing so I look away.
"I am ......." just when I am about to speak he cuts me off.
"This matter involves someone you know and maybe the only one," he continues after a pause. My mind turns blank as I hear him.
Someone I know the only one I know.
"Take your phone. Call whoever you wish when you feel endangered." He says while a guy draped in yellow t shirt hands him my phone which comes to me after-words.
I check if my phone has its SIM on and battery unharmed. Then I let them lead me towards the car. I think I am letting them get me without too labor, too plain for a girl who gyrates around questions and doubts.
"Can I change before leaving?" I inquire. But then the question occurs in my mind that change into what? They have turned my wardrobe into a recycle bin.
He ignores my question as expected.
I am a fool or else I wouldn't be caught up in such situation. I have spent my whole life in this rat's hole, a hole that I myself burrowed along with my father. And now it is unknown where I am going to end up being. Dead or alive. Snoring over the sofa or tumbling over the bed while having flying popcorns might not be possible there.
"What about the compensation?" I point my finger to the loss that they caused.
"What compensation?" the man asks actually looking unknown of the reason why I am asking compensation.
A sarcastic laugh escapes my mouth. I push my disheveled hairs backwards out of bafflement.
"For the damage of my personal properties attributable to your vandalism," I shoot in one breath.
"That will be decided after you come with us," he replies with zero concern.
Losing my hope of compensation, I contemplate about the last 20 minutes of destruction and about what lies ahead.
While getting into the car I notice no eyes peeking at me, no voice whispering, only a ceaseless wind blowing against me. The car starts to move and as the pace increases, I hear a distant sound of police siren. I wish their destination was me but that's the irony of fate that it isn't.
The tinted glass secures the view of inside but I notice nothing more than the usual streets and cars. Yes, they don't look suspicious at all in others eyes, eyes that I wish to gouge out for not seeing my misery.
Dear readers flocking together,
Thank you for your patience and presence. All of you are feathers of hope that I want to keep collecting and someday it will help me fly.
Please be kind to my mistakes which I'll definitely try to overcome and feel free to express your opinions.
Thanks to those who voted and followed. It will encourage me and still I am asking for your further support.
It's So Abyss wishing you good days and nights.
Lets see what lies ahead for Aurum or if she ever gets the compensation!!!
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Lãng mạnAurum's existence was merely known as she never desired the opposite. She hardly ever tried to go against the flow of her life which is quite languorous but peaceful. Her father tried rigorously to gift her such life even though they aren't bonded b...
