Chapter 3
It’s been probably almost an hour since Justin has left me in the room with many questions to ask. I waited and waited… I could run right now if I want to. I could probably escape. But Justin’s toughness and the lack of toughness I have, is bound to not keep me alive. I sighed before lying flat on the soft bed playing with my nails.
Wait… What if I still have my phone? I quickly checked my pocket and realized that it was gone. I sighed sadly.
Suddenly, I heard the door knob jiggle and the door opened slowly. I was confused but then I saw a little head pop out from the creak of the door. It was a boy. He looked about four maybe?
That sick son of a bitch. He kidnapped a little boy too? What the helll is his problem. “Hello.” He said softly hanging onto his little teddy bear. The boy was dressed nice. His hair was a dark shade of brown and he had a red and blue plaid shirt on with light jeans and a small brown belt. He dressed like a teenager.
“Hi.” I smiled at him brightly as he walked in shutting the door behind me.
“I’m Braydon, what’s your name?” He asks me as he sits beside me on the bed.
“I’m Lyra. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled at him and he smirked innocently.
“You’re pretty. Are you my daddy’s friend?” He asks.
My face flushed with confusion. Who’s his dad? I didn’t want to confuse the kid or somehow make him scared that I don’t even know who his dad is. So I just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you could consider me as a friend.” I said speaking out towards the three boys in the house I had met.
“I like you.” He smiled. “I don’t like any of the other girls daddy brings home though.”
Before I could speak, the door opened and Justin walked in with a bruise on the side of his face. “Braydon, what are you doing in here?” He asks like an adult.
“I was just talking to your friend.” He spoke in the cutest way. I looked at him in awe.
“You need to get to bed little man.” He said grabbing him by his waist and throwing him over his shoulder.
He began to kick and holler at Justin’s back, but Justin didn’t seem to move a muscle. “But I don’t want to daddy, I want to stay up and play with Lyra!” He exclaimed making me giggle. Suddenly my face flushed thinking about his whole sentence.
Daddy… He just called him daddy, didn’t he? Wait. Justin has a son? The criminal and heartless person has a child for himself? Am I dreaming or something?
“Sorry buddy. It’s way passed your bedtime.” He said rolling the ‘way’ in the sentence. “I’ll be back.” He then exited the room, leaving the door open. I glanced straight at the open door showing a clear view of the hall. The place I was in wasn’t that trashy actually. It was somewhat… nice.
Suddenly, I saw his body come back in the room. “You have a son?” I asked him as soon as he entered.
“Yes, I do. Is there a problem?” He snapped.
I shook my head feeling a little guilt of the tone in my voice when I said that. “No. I was just surprised that a criminal would have a little four year old son.”
“Hm…” He managed to huff out.
I didn’t want to ask him anymore questions since he’s not really responsive right now. My stomach began grumbling making him slightly chuckle.
“Are you hungry?” He asks. I nod scared of how he’ll react if I say I ‘am’ hungry. He waved his hand signaling to follow him and I did what I was told. I followed him down the hall and past the living room where the two boys were sitting on the couches drinking beer. He turned to the side. “Ignore them. They get a little… rapist…when drunk…” His warm breath hit against my ear. I nodded and followed him.
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