Lost

Chapter 6

I hit the cold floor with a thump and hear a gasp towards my left. I painfully turn my head to see where the noise came from and see my mother sitting in the corner. Her face bloody and her hair a mess of cut and shaved patches. I then see Samantha lying on the floor. I scramble over and place my two fingers to her neck. She's barely breathing. I stare at my mum.

"Mum?" I question slowly "What happened whats going on?!?!"

"Mandie... They... They have been pressing us for information, torturing it out of us..." Mum replies, tears welling beneath her fragile eyes.

"Mum, mum don't worry, I will get you out of here, firstly i need to know what happened to Samantha and where dad is?" I say trying to remain calm.

"They, when they pressed Samantha for information and she couldn't give them any they threw her back in here and I think she got concussed from hitting the cement floors. As for your father, they are pushing him to the core, they think he can take more pain. He has been gone for what seems like forever!" Mum replies.

I look at Samantha for bruises or any sign of a wound. Nothing, thank the lord. I slowly take her shoulders and roll her onto her back, only then confronted with the agonising pain my my arm. I then look back to my mum and hobble over to her, clutching my arm. Her tired face bears bloody marks and cuts. I grind my teeth, anger getting the better of me.

"HOW COULD YOU!" I scream out.

I then hear the door slide open slowly, the squeaking of the metal excruciatingly painful on my ears. I look towards the door and a big fat beefy guy walks in.

"Who said that?" He questions sternly.

"Me!" I say trying to stand up.

"You huh?" He says jokingly before his boot comes towards my head and knocks me clean out.

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"Sammy...Sammy its... its ok she will wake up"

I open my eyes and all I see is white, then my eyes adjust and I see Sammy sitting up next to mum, them both staring at me.

"Guys, don't worry I'm ok," I say but they continue to stare at me. I get up slowly waiting for the pain. Nothing, no pain? Well thats interesting, I think to myself and I get to my feet confidently. Then I notice they are still looking at me, well at the me that is still lying unconscious on the floor.

"GUYS?!" I say louder this time "IM OK?!" I shout. This is just a frickin dream. Stupid. Frickin. Dreams. I start to pace the room listening to my mum and Sammy talk. I then sit back down, thinking of a way that I could go to sleep and wake up for real.

"UGH!" I scream angrily. This is infuriating. Then to my surprise the door opens. The squeaking not affecting me as much as it first did. The same man walks in and grabs mums arm yanking her to stand, Sammy curls into a ball, crying. The man then drags my mum out of the room. I quickly stand to my feet and follow. Another man stands by the door, closing it as soon and mums out. I follow them down the hallway to a small dim room with two chairs on either side of the table. I slide in before the door is closed and I see my mother being thrown onto the chair. I wince at her pain and want to kill the people doing this to her. The man then sits down on the other chair. He looks at my mum and smirks.

"So, whats it going to be for today ma'am? He says mockingly. "The razor or are you going to talk?"

"I... I swear I don't know anything..." Mum replies, shaking.

"Ok, if you say so" The man says, heading out of the room, returning shortly with a razor. My mum begins to cry and he flicks the switch on. I hear it buzz gently and turn away as he takes it to my mums beautiful golden hair.

The anger inside of me heightens and I clench my fists. I charge at the man, but at the exact moment of impact everything goes white...

I open my eyes again and the adjust to the poor lighting almost immediately. Samantha crawls over to me slowly.

"Mandie? Mandie?!" She says slowly.

"Sammy, don't worry I'm here now and I know what to do!" I say.

"HEY! BEEFY GUYS! DO I HAVE INFORMATION FOR YOU OR WHAT!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

The door squeals open almost instantly and I am grabbed by the arm, my sore arm and dragged down the hallway to another room, much the same as the one mum was in. Two chairs and a table. I take a seat and stare at the beefy guy. My arm throbbing like crazy.

"I will tell you what I know. But only on one condition!" I say calmly.

"Sure girly what's this condition?" He replies.

"That me and my family will be released and never touched again!!" I say, "EVER again!"

"Mmmmm... Fine but the information better be true, otherwise we are coming after you" He says, satisfied.

"Ok. My brother didn't have the drugs in the house, He had them in his truck, which is now parked outside a house near the bus stop you kidnapped me from. Im not sure the exact house number but his truck is grey and should stand out because of the bullet holes scattered on its exterior," I say knowingly.

"Good, finally someone knows something about this stuff!" He says sighing in relief.

"But just remember if this information isn't true, we will come after you... You and your family," He adds in creepily.

I nod and stand up. He leads me out of the room and a bag is thrown over my head. I am then lead for about 10 minutes before being stuffed in the back of a truck... again... and driven away...........

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Hey guys, hope this chapter was a little more exciting than the last and hope you enjoyed it!

Thanks heaps for reading

xx Nadia