Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 28 - I sleep just fine.

I woke up in an odd smelling room. My eyelids were swollen and I hadn't opened my eyes yet. I heard someone talking. They were near me, but I didn't understand what they were saying. Their voices sounded like under water.

Something bright was shown on my eyelids allowing me to see red instead of black. I tore my eyes open and winced. A man was shining a flashlight on my face. I didn't know him.

"Sleeping beauty has finally awaken." A deep voice greeted me from behind him. My vision was blurry and although the man stepped out of my view I couldn't see who was talking. My head began to spin and I felt weak against the chair which I was tied to. I shifed my arms but they were tied up too tight. My wrists began to hurt and my dizzines didn't go away it only got worse and my vision blurred to the point I could see only the outlines of some things.

"Who are you?" I asked already knowing the answer to my own question.

"I think you already know who I am, sweetheart." A deep voice answered.

"Did you drug me? Why can't I function?" My mouth felt dry but I didn't think asking him for water was a good idea.

"Maybe." 

Is he serious?

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"First - it's fun to watch..." He stared to sound like a pedophile. I sure would put a punch to his nose and that precious face of his, if I could move my arms and legs.

"Second - you own me,"

I do not own him. How could he say that? If anything he owes me for killing my family. He's crazy!

"And third - you are valuable to us." He finished and took a step closer to the chair I was sitting on.

"How am I a value to you since you killed my mom, my dad and probably my brother too? You might as well just kill me now and make it all end once and for all." My braveness was kicking in.

"That would be a wonderfull offer, looking at what you've comited, but as the gentleman I am, I might let you live."

A gentleman? A gentleman? Was he kidding me? I rather beat myself with a rock than say he's a gentle man.

My vision wasn't getting any better, but as he stepped closer I started to see his features a lot better.

He held a ciggarette in his right hand and took a smoke from it, before droping it on the floor and stepping on it. One of it's ashes flew towards me and landed on my boot.

"What about the tasks you asked me to do? Why did you made me do them?" I managed to speak again.

"That was just a destraction. We wanted to find out if you are reliable and worthy enaugh for us?"

His gaze was cold.

"Worthy enough for you?"

"Hasn't he told you? I sent him to..." He looked at someone who was standing behind me and stoped talking.
"I am ready to accept you to our group..." he continued.

My patience was now all over.

He is what...?

"You kidnapped my family. Killed my mom. Killed my dad. Tortured me. Made me do unbelievable things just because you... wanted me in your "group"?"

"Exactly." His eyes now were so cold that if I looked him straight in the eyes for more then five seconds I would freeze to death. Although that would be much better choice than to argue with him right now.

How can he be so calm when he realizes he killed two people and ruined my life...

"Couldn't you just asked me like any normal person would do? You had to drag my whole family into this. What kind of a person are you? Who would do that to another? How can you sleep at night when..."

"I sleep just fine." His tone was radiating ignorance. He sure was getting tired of me screaming at his ugly, selfish, rude, sick, hurtfull a$s.

"What about my parrents? Why did you have to kill them? Hadn't you had enaugh with us tortured. You had to kill..."

"They are not dead. " He interrupted me.

"What? How can they...?"

"They are not dead." He repeated. I thought I had misheared it the first time, but now it was clear. I had heard it. Was he joking with me? He sure as hell had one messed up sence of humor.

"How can they be alive?" I was confused, fustrated, impatient and suprised.

"Look... I know you are new to the situation but atleast try to keep up. I'm not going to repeat everything twice. " He looked at me and took a step closer. "You are in an unenviable situation and I know what I have done to you to make it that way, but, listen to me closely," he took another step, "you're parents are not dead. I only made it look like they were."

What did he just say to me?

"Is this another part of your brilliant plan? For me to fall for your lies and come crying with tears? I know they are dead! They are dead! How can they not be? I saw them..." I shifed in my seat again and pulled at the ropes on my hands not bothering the pain which they were causing.

"You saw them what?" He cut me off. "You didn't see anything. Michael told you your father was dead. Did you really see your mothers or fathers dead body? Did you see how they were killed? Did you even hear the gunshots your father were "killed" with? That's right... you didn't see or hear anything! That's what I thought!" He shouted at my face, answering his own question.

My jaw hit the floor. I was shocked as my small world was blown apart into small pieces.

"You really are the brightest one it the family." He said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He did not just say that!

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OH MY GOOOOOOOOD! *singing in a terrible high pitched voice*

After some time I decided to split the rest of the continious chapters into the second book. 

It might not be the best decission but it's easier for me to manage them all. Like I said - I'm new to this stuff. This is my first book and it may seem a little bit haotic. 

Just as I mentioned - I decided to split this book in two and re - write all the previous chapters so it all would be clean and a little bit understandable.

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