You are my light in the Darkness

Chapter 10 - Stand up and do something

November 12th , 8 am

Callie's POV

"Wake up." A man said as he kicked against Callie's leg. A shock of pain went through her open and her eyes opened, only to be met by complete darkness. "Stand up." The man now said, again kicking against Callie's leg. She was still waking up and getting used to her new surrounding and her pain so standing up took her a while. When she finally managed to get herself standing she noticed a sharp pain in her left ankle. She hissed and leaned on her right one, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.

"Follow me." The pain said, using his gun to push against her back, causing her to stumble forward into another room. When the door was closed behind her the man flicked on a light. It was so bright that she had to place her hands in front of her eyes.

"Okay let's try this." She heard the man say quietly but she didn't react.

When she finally managed to actually see she moved her hands and noticed that she was in a kitchen. A small kitchen, a poor kitchen but it was indeed a kitchen of what looked like a regular house in Iraq. Only then she noticed the little boy that was sitting by the table. She recognized that it was Isaac. The little one that had got her into this situation. She smiled lightly at the boy, she didn't really know why she did that, maybe to reassure him or something.

The man pushed her in the back once again, towards Isaac. The pain in her ankle was killing her but she managed to move and eventually turned around to face the man. He had a pale skin, which was surprising. His eyes were blue. He was clearly not born here though he did have the accent. If he hadn't had the accent she might have never realized he wasn't one of her own the night before. His son, however, did have a darker skin and dark eyes but not as dark as the other children.

"Who are you?" She asked. She was startled but the roughness of her own voice. She hadn't realized she had been that screwed up. The man chuckled and sat on a chair, on the opposite side of his kid. The boy quickly looked down at his linked hands in his lap.

"My name is Shahriar." The man said, looking directly at Callie. "What's yours sweetheart?" Callie noticed his eyes look over her body and a shudder went through her body. Creep.

"Callie." She answered. "Will you make me and my son breakfast, Callie?" Her eyes went wide at his request. Had he really asked her that? Well it was better than being locked in that dark room again or being kicked. She nodded quickly and moved towards the stove. She walked passed a mirror and couldn't help but stop to notice the bruising around her eye and on her cheek. She looked bad. When she looked down at her body she noticed how dirty her scrubs were.

"Hurry up, will ya?" The man said, more demanding this time. "If you make it real good you might earn something later." She didn't need to look back to know that he was eyeing her again and a tear pricked in her eye. She knew exactly what was going on and the only thing she could think about now was getting the hell out of here.

About ten minutes later she placed some food in front of Isaac and Shahriar. "Thank you." He said, sounding sweet again. He gestured for her to sit down too and handed her a plate too with a bit of food on it. She didn't have as much as they had but she was happy to finally eat something, she was starving.

After 5 minutes Isaac pushed his plate away, he had only been poking in it. His father looked up from his own plate and stared angrily at his boy. Callie's eyes quickly flicked towards the boy next to her.

"Why didn't you eat it? Callie worked hard for this." Shahriar said, standing up now to move around the table to the boy who now duck his head down.

"I'm not hungry." He said. Callie's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped down, for all she knew the boy couldn't speak English. He had refused to talk all those weeks and the only times that he did spoke where in Arabic.