Debt

3: Final Goodbye

When Shawn came back after three days, Abrielle definitely had caught attitude and rolled her eyes at him, folding her arms. He chuckled. At least in three days, the crying had come to a halt. He had left because he couldn't deal.

"I see you done with that crying shit. Ol' crybaby ass. Go take a shower. We leaving tonight. You can see your pops."

"I can see him today?" she checked.

"If you don't irritate me and do what you told. Go take a damn shower and quit asking me questions."

"Miss me wit that," she said, sucking her teeth.

"Look, I know you call yourself having a lul attitude, but that's the quickest way to get popped, fucking with me. If you wanna see your pops as bad as you say, go take a fucking shower. Quit wasting my time. That shit don't replenish."

Giving him a sideways look, Abrielle stormed to the bathroom, slamming the door. He chuckled. Now she became interesting. At least her attitude was amusing.

Shawn had watched the surveillance camera while he was gone. And Abrielle... Poor baby. She had considered jumping out of the window briefly. She had gone back and forth with herself aloud whether or not she was willing to actually take certain death over being a translator. She asked herself if she could even be sure that was all Shawn wanted. She couldn't understand why he would kidnap her. She would have just as easily agreed to work to pay her father's debt.

She didn't like being held captive for a debt that wasn't hers, as if she had done something wrong. But if it would keep her dad alive, she would take his place.

Abrielle showered and realized she had no clothes. She could hear Shawn on the other side of the door laughing.

"Do you have a towel on?" he checked.

"Yes."

He opened the door, didn't even look at her, and put clothes on the counter before he left. She thought that was oddly gentlemanly of him. But she wasn't complaining as she dressed.

He took her to her parents' house and sat in the car in front of the two story home with the cobblestone walkway.

"You got two hours, Abrielle. And if you or that old man try getting cute with me, I'm gon have to get ugly and hurt someone."

Before she moved a foot, she turned to him. "Why did we have to be married? You're not even nice to me."

"I am nice to yo ass. If you looking to be coddled, tough. I'm not go coddle you. I wouldn't have wanted yo li'l ass if you didn't serve a purpose for me. Your daddy owe me half a mil. Now, unless one of y'all got that kinda money just laying around, somebody gotta work. You happen to be the most valuable. As such valued worker, I'll make sure you taken care of. Your pops... His old ass have almost no value. But by all means, I'll let you stay here and I'll take the old man. Find something for him to do. See how quick he can work off that debt. I wouldn't take you if you didn't have a purpose for me. You and that crybaby shit is annoying as fuck. Wouldn't nobody put up with that shit 'cause you cute. Especially not if they don't have to. Least of all people, me. That crying shit almost did get you sent back to ya parents."

She mugged him. He didn't care about her attitude. The crying was annoying. Wasn't no sugarcoating it.

"You shoulda sent me home!"

He laughed then. Of course she would think that. But he didn't have time to play with his money. Somebody had to work it off.

"Nah. You straight, baby. I don't have the time to be trying to get work out that old man. Honestly, I would rather have my money than you. Money don't cry and annoy me. I thought you might be incentive enough for ya pops to do his damnedest to get me back what he took. Even when I was eighteen, I knew a father would do anything for his child. He tried to use his car, as if I would be able to do anything wit that piece of shit. That wasn't guaranteeing my money back. And I'm not gon hurt you. If I need somebody to fuck, I ain't gotta rape you. Look at me!"