Collided worlds

Chapter 4

Sara stayed over and left as soon as soon as she got a call from her father. Saturday morning went by quickly. I had breakfast then i went to the gym and now im in my bed, scrolling through netflix. Sara suggested this show called 'Vampire diaries' and it is absolutely amazing. I was about to click on episode 4 of season 2 when i heard someone knocking at my door and that, let me tell you, was incredibly weird considering the only person who ever comes here is Sara or her parents and since she just left, it could not be her.

I grabbed my knife which i kept under my pillow before making my way to the door. I peeked through the keyhole to see who it was and surprised to see Jonathan standing there. Sighing, i put my knife in the closest drawer and opened the door.

"Katherine." Jonathan greeted with a smile. "May i come in?"

Not really knowing what to say of his unexpected appearance in my home, i stepped aside and let him in. "Jonathan. What are you doing here?" i asked in a tone hiding my surprise and confusion.

"I want to show you something." He shrugged, "Are you free right now?" Now i was even more confused. Why on earth would he want to take me anywhere?

"Yes. I am. Where?" I questioned as he looked at my house which was a mess. "Somewhere. I promise i am not going to kidnap you."

"Im sorry." I said, not trusting a word he is saying, "Im kind of busy right now." He sighed but before he could say anything else, my phone started ringing. I looked down at the caller id but as i was about to answer it, i felt a sharp pain in my neck before darkness started surrounding me. The last thing i heard before dying was, "Im sorry."

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I groaned before slowing opening my eyes, adapting to the light coming through god knows where. A pain shoot through my head, i tried massaging my temple but i could not. Looking down at my hands, i realised they were tied on a fucking chair as well were my legs.

What the fuck.

I fucking knew it. Im not dead. But that is not what i am talking about. I knew that Jonathan was working for my father. That old man, im gonna kill him.

"Hello?" My voice echoed in the room. "Im thirsty and hungry. I was about to have breakfast when this guy came and kidnapped me after saying the exact opposite." I mentally rolled my eyes at myself for trusting Jonathan even a little bit. I should have realised his constant visits to the cafe was to keep an eye on me probably per my parents' request but then again, why the hell did he not bring me home?

Confusions. Confusions.

"Kidnappers?" No one answered. As if i haven't been trained for this already. I swinged the chair with my legs until it fell down and broke. Kidnappers tied me to a wooden chair- How laughable. It's them people who gives kidnapping a bad name. Once down, i managed to get a grab of my hair pin which was actually a tiny knife- gift from my dearest father. With that, i freed myself.

Happy that i was no longer tied, I tried to open the door but surprise, it was closed. The metallic door was fucking closed and the only way out is if someone opened it from the outside. So, clearly, they tied me just for fun. Maybe they are into those kind of kinky thing.

Shaking my head at those thoughts, i leaned against the metallic door, trying to make sense why Jonathan kidnapped me. I did not do anything that could give anyone a hint of where i come from or who my parents are.

"Guys, come on." i groaned, banging my head on the metallic door. "I am hungry. Surely you know my father would not let his only daughter die of hunger." Not receiving an answer, i stood up, placed my ear against the cold door and tried to listen to anything on the other side.

Footsteps. Approaching footsteps.

I took some steps away from the door as it was banged open. Two men came inside, both dressed in black and had a gun tucked in their jeans. Unless my parents has finally decided to start living modernly, these couldn't be my father's men. We didn't use guns back home. We used swords, blades or daggers.

"Who the fuck are you people?" I asked in the strongest voice I could fake. "What do you want with me?"

"Honestly?" The one with brown wavy hair spoke, "I have no fucking idea." He laughed to himself while i looked at him like he was crazy which he probably was. "We were told to come get you and you do not want to disobey the boss."

"Mais t'est très belle." His eyes roamed around my body from head to toe, "What's your name?"

I didn't know kidnappers flirt with the person they kidnap now. Before i could reply, his friend, i assumed, smacked him in his head. "Let's go. Ash doesn't like it to wait." He rolled his eyes.

Ash? As in asher? What the fuck is going on here? I have like a shit load of questions and hopefully, this Ash has my answers.

"He doesn't like it when we call him 'Ash' either, putin. Looks like we're both in for a good beating." Brown haired guy rolled his eyes. From his accent and those words he was using, anyone could tell he was french.

"Let's go." American boy grabbed me by my arm and practically dragged me out of this room. We walked up some stairs, a long ass stair- apparently, i was in the some sort of basement with literal cells. I felt at home. On the top of the stairs was a door which was locked. French boy opened it, using his key card.

What was behind this door is unbelievable. A living room. A very beautiful living room with marble floor with white couches along with a flat screen TV on the wall. Everything looked really expensive.

My eyes caught a figure sitting on the couch. His back looked extremely familiar. "Who's tha-" Before i even had the time to finish my sentence, said person turn around and all my doubts were cleared.