The Poison Flower

Missing

Carmie
I wondered around the room desperately trying to find an exit which wasn't lock, but alas the only thing i could fnd was an worn, old page of parchment on the rotten bedstand, i sighed disappointed, before perching myself on the bed, scanning the small, fine inky print with my tired, greedy eyes

'Dear Tikia Ross
You have 3 days to get our payment or we'll come and find you, belive me you don't want that, it will get bloody
Robin and Mark Follaway'

A lone, crystallized tear escaped from my glossy green eyes, as my emerald green eyes drunk the text, the door slammed open, Rydell's tall, lean sillhoute stood in the doorway.
"Carmile Korinia Follaway, do You, wait where did u get this" He yelled angrily, his sapphire blue eyes landed on my shaking, pale hands, a cleaver fell on the floor, echoing around the petite room,
"On the bedside table...wait why do you have a cleaver, you're gonna kill me, ha i realized you would eventually do that" i stammered, choking out forced bursts of laughter, running my trembling hands through my greasy hair which i really need to wash,if i still live, Rydell bent down gracefully, swooping up the knife and slotting it in his jean pocket.
"I would never kill you princess, well not yet anyway, put down that note now and walk towards me" Rydell demanded, beckoning me towards him, i stood ny ground, my voice barley a whisper
"Who's Tikia", Rydell seemed taken of guard, his eyes grew larger,
"None of your business, now put it down and follow me" he growled, darting towards me, clutching my slashed wrists tightly, Rydell quickly pulls out his knife which shone in the glistening moonlight, and sliced it gently across my wrist, not deep enough to create a cut but still painful,
"That's good" i muttered, a demonic smile plastered my face, while an concerned, freaked out and slightly confused frown played on his soft lips
"You like pain?" He whinced, dropping the cleaver once again, before pulling my arm towards his face, which he examined deeply, guilt formed a shadow in his eyes
"No, yes, i don't know, it just comforts me" i stated, jerking my wrist back violently, an embarrassed blush crept onto my cheeks
A faint smile took over his lips, he softly took my hand, leading me out of my prison of a room.
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I was taken to a large, matt black painted, open space which held two soft, plush leather sofa's, A 70 inch flatscreen tv and Ma..Anastasia, curled up on Vince's bulky lap, her small, caramel brown eyes pleaded with my forrest green ones, at that moment i couldn't care less if she lied or hated me. I broke free from Rydell's iron grip, bolting towards an terrified Ana and a fuming Vince who with all his might, tried to protect her from my bonecrushing hug, but i prevailed and engulfed her weak, sobbing figure in an desperate embrace, "im so sorry, so so sorry, i love you Maggi.. Ana" i cried, cold, salty tears streamed down my sore, puffy cheeks,
Vince let out a relieved sigh, sliding Ana from on top of his lap, so he didn't have to suffer the weight of a gothic, curvy teenager,
"I love you too Car, i love you so much, please call me Maggie, it feels so weird when you call me Ana" Maggie sniffled into my Grease ridden, Pitch black hair while i ran my dainty hand through her fiery bush of hair,
You know the saying;
'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'
I can't stand to even look at her right now let alone hug her, but she could be my only way out of this hellhole.
"As nice as this is, you have to break it up, Carmile needs to have a word with her parents" Rydell stated sarcastically, prying my limp body from Maggie's,
"My parents" i whimpered, a small sliver of hope warmed my stone cold heart.
"Yeah, before we murder them" Rydell sighed bored, like this was a common occurrence.
My heart burst in flames, all the hope i once had disappeared into nothing, i hated my parents, but to see them murdered, i..i..i.. think i want to see that. Wait what am i saying, i should love my parents and try to save them.
But i don't.