CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER4

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for the support so far.

To avoid any confusions. This is just to remind you all that Jameel is Haniyya'sother brother who is studying to be a doctor. Also, from now on any piece in Italics is either a flashback or dream.

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"Baba! Baba! See what Jameel did to my Barbie doll?!" I cry running to my Baba's study, with a very scared Jameel behind me who is begging me not to tell Baba.

I barge into the office clutching meheadless doll in my arms.

"Baba?" surprisingly, Baba is not there.Where could he be?

"Baba!!!" I shout louder.

Suddenly he turns around slowly from his position by the window.

"Baba?" this time I barely whisper.

In front of me is what looks like a fused version of Baba. Half of the person in front of me is Baba but the other half is a fat unsmiling man with a large white beard. It's malam Audu. The man looks terrifying. How can a man have two different faces? I turn around and gasp when I realize Jameel is no longer behind me and I'm no longer in Baba's office. imp in what appears to be a field. Half is green and beautiful, whilethe other half is brown and dying.

"Baba what happened?" I ask feeling very scared.

"Help me Hanni. Help me." He reaches to hold my hand....... The scene fades in front of me slowly...

I struggle to open my eyes. I find myself on the floor. Its dark and I don't remember what I'm doing here. Then I feel a sharp pain between my tighs and I feel like my wrists have been badly bruised. I open my eyes wider and that's when I see it. The red and black logo of a letter 'Z'. Im on the floor in front of zenith bank.

The night comes flooding back through me again.

I was standing in front of the bank waiting for Mubarak, then the seven men appeared. I could smell the strong smell of Indian hemp.

"Hey, who do we have here?" one of the men say. I feel every hair on my body stand. I choose to ignore him.

"You shouldn't be out alone young woman." Another voice says. I try to move back.

"Where do you think you're going?" a third voice laughs.

"Guys she is a fine one" the second voice says again.

"I don't want any trouble." I manage to  croak out.

"Trouble? Haha. We just want to play"With that I am pushed against the wall.

He reaches out to touch my cheek but I slap his hand. I think that makes him very angry so he pushes me to the floor.

At that moment a black car parks in front of the bank. I recognize the car as Mubarak. Thank God he is here to save me. This night could not get any worse.

He stepped out of the car. Heading towards my way.

"Hey stop there" the man who pushed me on the floor says to Mubarak. One of the men points a gun at him.

Mubarak looks at me on the floor, put his arms in the air and slowly walks back to his car and zooms off.

The man laughed for what seemed like twenty minutes. They kept laughing calling Mubarak names. Saying how could he think it was a real gun?