Two weeks later
Katoria Halim
It's been two weeks and I've missed everything. I missed graduation for the boys and I missed Jarret's birthday. I don't even know if him and 'Kiyia are good, but right now it doesn't matter. I missed my dad and I missed Darren.
I'm in a house that's not even that far from my house, but it's bordered up and these people, whoever they are, won't let me leave. If you drove past this house, you wouldn't give a second look because it's so broken down and damaged. There's a tree in the front of it that hangs over the house and the sidewalk is all over the place.
I haven't ate since I been here, and it's literally killing me. They give me water all the time though. I don't know these people's name and I haven't even heard them talk. Whenever they want to talk, they do it in a whisper.
It's three big guys and ever so often, another big guy comes in and observes me. He touches me but not inappropriately, but I don't like him touching me at all.
I've cried for four days and now I felt like I couldn't anymore. I've seen the men's faces and I could tell they were all at least in their thirties.
Right now I was on the small red couch in the bedroom they had me being held captive in. It was so small and it smelled disgusting. I was just staring at the wall wondering what my dad was doing. I know for a fact he's probably worried sick.
One of the men came in and kneeled in front of me since the couch was basically on the floor and touched my arms, rubbing them. I just stared at him and watched him play with my arms. It was so weird, but what could I do?
When he stopped he cleared his throat.
"Get up, and come with me. I don't want to have to hurt you so don't try anything." He said in a deep voice that actually scared me. I stood up and so did he. He turned his back and walked out of the room and I followed him. He walked into the front room where the other men were. I didn't know what to do so I just stood and put my head down.
"Sit down." The man that was rubbing my arms said. I sat on one of the couches and looked at all of their stern faces. It's like they wanted me to be scared, and the mean girl in me came out of nowhere.
"Why am I here?" I blurted out. One of them looked taken back that I had even gotten loud.
"You know what your father does for a living, correct?"
I nodded.
"Well, he happened to kill my son." He said and I gasped.
"Is that why I'm here? You're gonna kill me because he killed your son?" I asked with my eyes watering. I didn't want to die.
"I should, but no, that's not why you're here. You're just the bait to this entire thing. You're not who I want. He is."
"My father?"
"No, your brother. He killed my son so it's only right I gotta kill his."
"I'm an only child, so that's where you're wrong."
"Of course you are." He said laughing. I gave him a confused look.
"Aye, she really look lost. You don't know your brother?" One of the men asked and I shook my head.
The man who was once laughing had stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed something on it. A few seconds later he held it to my face and there was a picture of a guy.
He looked like a younger version of my dad and there was no doubt that we were related. He had the same eyes and me and my dad and the same features. I shook my head as he put his phone up.
"I can't believe this." I said to myself.
"Look, if you help me, I'll let you go, but you gotta help me too."
"Help you with what?"
He sat back and gave me an unpleasant smirk. I knew this wasn't going to be good, not by a long shot.
