Hades - The Alpha of Vengeance

Kidnapped

My eyes fluttered open only to shut back from the sharp pain the bright light caused.

Gosh, Papa, why did you uncover the curtains this early?

Groaning, I turned the other way when a worse pain shot through my whole body, making a squeak escape my lips. My head hammered like it would burst anytime.

I shot up to a sitting position, clutching my head till the ache subsided by a fraction.

That was when I felt it. The bandage wrapped around my head.

My brows furrowed as I finally noticed my surrounding. Squinting, I took a glance around. A white themed room with minimal furniture and a huge glass window at one side.

Where was I? I couldn't recognize this place.

And what happened to me? Why couldn't I remember?

Papa.

My eyes widened as one by one the memories from last night began to replay in my head.

The move out.

The accident.

The gun shot...

"Papa. Papa!" I called, casting the blanket off of me and jumped out of the bed.

The second my feet touched the ground, another jolt of agony ran through my body. My head spun, making me stop and hold onto the wall till the phase passed. It felt as if something was broken inside. But I didn't care. All that ran through my head was my father. I had to find him. I had to make sure he was okay.

Limping to the door, I gripped the knob and twisted it.

Nothing happened.

It was locked.

What the!

I pounded on the wood. "Papa? Papa, are you there?" More pounding. "Papa, open the door. Please, open the door! I want to see you."

Sound of footsteps came from the other side, and I moved a few feet from the door, hoping someone would open it.

But alas!

The footsteps didn't even stop. It faded with the same pace it arrived with.

"What? Wait..." Running back to the door, I banged on it another round. "Wait, please! Let me out. I said lemme out, please!"

Frustration began to seep through my bones, making me feel like crying and breaking the door at the same time.

"Hello? Anyone can hear me? Please, let me out. I have to find my papa. Please!"

No one came.

Not even responded.

Heaving, I slid against the door, sobs racking through me. I couldn't fathom why would anyone imprison me like that. Or even what might have happened last night. What happened to my father? He was never the best of a man, but he was neither a bad man. I had never seen him hurt a soul, rather he helped the ones in need. Always.

Then why would anyone want to hurt him?

Nothing made sense to me, and it was burying me alive.

I didn't know how long I cried, or how long I stayed by the door, curling into a ball, but soon the night befell, and darkness consumed the room. The only light slithering inside was the slivers of the moon shining bright outside. I didn't even feel like getting up and turning on the lights.

At this point, I was a mess. I was hungry, thirsty, broken even and at the edge of hopelessness.

Until another set of footsteps reached my ears.