Found Herself

03

Unexpressed emotions will never die.
They are buried alive, and will come forth later,
In the ugliest way

                                       - SIGMUND FREUD

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ANGELA'S POV:

"Angela Enzo Mario" one of the men look at me with his dark eyes. "Where is your father" the one on the right strand up and grabs my hair.

He starts pulling my hair more and I get into action. Closing the distance between us I start hitting my elbow to his stomach.

As he starts to release his grip on my hair I grab his elbow and throw him on my shoulder to the floor. I take to my advantage and try to run.

The key word was trying.

The other man grabs my wrist and I punch him pretty hard to the point he fell on the floor. As i am so close to opening the door i feel a pinch on my neck as i turn around and everything goes into slow motion.

The men both grin and everything goes black.
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Shit.

My head is beaming like crazy. Opening my eyes I only see white light.

OMG am I dead?

"Wakey, wakey" a man grins at me as he pores water in my face. The hot water drips on my face. My eyes widen. Looking around I see the other man who I punched has a napkin on his nose.

Well deserved bitch.

I try to get up and get pulled back. I look at my wrist which are handcuffed to a chair and my legs tide up together with my mouth closed with a ducked tap.

The man takes the duke tape of "Where is your dad?" What is he talking about? " I don't know."
The men both nod at each other. I look at them in fear of what they were going to do.

Next thing i know is that i am being punched, slap, hit and thrown everywhere. Them asking me the same question all over again and me always answering the same way.

"Where's your dad?"
"I don't know"

After what felt like hours of torture and me trying to get out of the situation. They stop with me being bloody everywhere and there face being bloody.

"We need the money. You have only 2 weeks" one of them says angrily. "What did my dad do?" I mumbled with the only strength i have got left.

"Let's just say your dad was a son of a bitch who did pay us all the drugs he stole from us" the other one says. "How much money does he owe you?"

"70,000 dollars in cash , we will sent you the location where you will give us money and if you don't you'll be died" and then they leave the house . I feel empty. My body hurts so badly I can't even move.

I just close my eyes and only think about two things.

1. Where the fuck am I going to find the money from?
2. Where the fuck is my dad?

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2 days later:

It's been 2 days and I have kinda recovered. I went to see the drawer that my dad told me about. Guess what I found. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

There was only a note that read.

Dear, Angela.

I am leaving not because of you. It's because of me. I had to pay some money to people, but I can't pay it so I am leaving it all to you. Here's a 20.