Sold to the mafia

Two

My eyes flutter open slowly, everything appearing a blur at first. After numerous attempts of squeezing my eyes shut then opening, my vision clears. However, despite getting my vision back I can't help but feel a heavy fog in my head, a blur.

I push myself up, leaning back onto my elbows as take in my surroundings. I'm in a bedroom, in fact to my surprise, a well decorated bedroom. Whose bedroom I'm in is a different story, nor do I want to find out. My eyes flicker down to my body, and I feel a sense of relief flood through me when I see all my clothing intact.

As the daze begins to wear off, the anxiety kicks in. I remember everything, however it just feels like a horrid dream. Although, I know it's not. I know everything I saw and felt was very much real. My dad is dead. Sadness fulfils me, the tears dwelling and soon cascading down my cheeks as I pull myself back against the headboard and tuck my knees to my chest. I don't believe this is happening to me.

Surely the police will come looking for me, right? Why wouldn't they? Two dead bodies in the house? not only that but work and college will realise my absence.  At that thought, I feel the slightest hope that this will come to an end at some point. However, I have no idea who I'm involved with here, where I am, or what they are going to do with me. My brain can't even comprehend the fact that they could very well just kill me off.

I feel ill with nerves, if I wasn't so anxious I'd be able to notice the aching hunger in my stomach and the dryness of mouth more. Although, that seems to be pushed to the back of my mind right now. I just want to go home. I can't help but sob uncontrollably. No one is ever prepared for this, no one even comprehends this could happen. Well, I didn't. You hear about human trafficking and similar things but never did I think my own father would ship me off with these people and make it my reality. A part of me can't help but feel his death was some form of karma, however that thought makes me feel guilty. I can't think that.

As I sit in silence with my own worries and thoughts, I hear footsteps and mumbles begin to sound through from the other side of the double doors. My heart drops and I can feel it in my throat, I can only describe it as if I'm free falling off a sky scraper and there's an impending death. Never have a felt this anxious. I can't help but flicker my eyes across the room attempting to search for some kind of weapon to use if it was needed. Although, deep down I know even if I did have a weapon on me right now I still wouldn't be able to escape here. I vividly remember the men that brought me here were nothing less than tall and broad, I don't stand a chance.

The heavy footsteps shuffle, soon followed by the familiar sound of jingling keys being inserted into the door. Jesus Christ. My chest tightens whilst I cower against the headboard, quickly wiping my tears that stained my cheeks. I stare to the door as it opens, a large figure stepping inside. My eyes follow him as he closes the door, locking it once again from inside. I can't help but assume the worst. His brown eyes skim over me as he wanders to the foot of the bed, finally setting on mine. He looks nothing less than intimidating; a buzz cut with a shaven stubble, his tall frame suited with a white shirt, navy waistcoat and navy slacks.

He stares down with his hands buried into his pockets as I shuffle against the bed. "Before capo see you, you need to get yourself well presented." His accent thick. Italian? Albanian? I wouldn't have a clue. However, he's anything but American. "You need to wash and make sure you look good enough for Capo" He asks and I swallow, not understanding what I need to get myself "well presented" for.

"What do you mean?" My voice trembles as he stares blankly in my direction with no emotion.

"You need to be clean, your hair that needs to be tidy, the clothes need to be changed, the crying he won't like that, you stop that." He points out abruptly and I nod. I'm just not understanding what's happening here. Who is Capo?