Their Situation, Our Problem

Chapter 11: Sofia

She hadn't stopped to actually look at Amara since they had left the alley, but she was a mess. Somehow, seeing her hop off of the changing station and cringe at her landing put everything into perspective. She stood to walk after her, but that ankle of hers wasn't going to get them very far. With everything happening she hadn't stopped to think of how she was doing. Picture perfect Amara looked like a trashy hooker who had had a rough night. She looked like she had the biggest hangover of her life. The tattered clothes and the wrapped ankle just made her look like a victim. Her shirt had been white at one point and her vibrant red skirt seemed darker and had quite a few tears in it. She was holding up surprisingly well. She had this fire inside of her Sofia was glad she could still see. The day that fire went out would be the day she wasn't fighting anymore. A day she would make sure never comes.

"Just wait a second," Nik said as he positioned himself in front of the girls, "you can't leave."

"And why not!" Amara asked indignantly?

"Because as you just stated, the bad people know you now. They don't like you and they won't sit still. Which means they will most likely come after you again," Nik said.

"Somehow, I doubt your reasons," Sofia muttered but everyone heard.

"Well, there is the little fact of what you would tell the authorities," he said.

Sofia snorted. As she stood behind Amara, she looked directly into Nik's eyes, lifted her right hand in the air and swore, "We won't say anything about you or your family, scout's honor."

Their staring contest only broke when Amara spoke, "You were never a Girl Scout. You always made fun of my outfit."

"Si seras!" Sofia mentally face palmed.

"What!" Amara exclaimed.

"Estoy tratando de sacarnos de aquí y tu sales con tus pendejadas," Sofia muttered slowly in Spanish. (I'm trying to get us out of here and you start with your bullshit.)

"No nos van a secuestrar, Sofia," Amara rolled her eyes. (They're not gonna kidnap us, Sofia)

"Y tu como sabes? No as mirado todo lo que saben hacer o oído de lo que pueden, y van a hacer?" Sofia questioned. (And how do you know? Have you not seen what they can do or heard of what they can and are going to do?)

"Qué es lo peor que nos pueden hacer?" Amara asked. (What's the worst they can do to us?)

"No se. Atarnos las manos y dejarnos por muertas! Fuck, Mara, personas normales van a la policía cuando los tratan de secuestrar, no se preocupan sobre qué les van a decir," Sofia reasoned with Amara. (I don't know? Tie us up and leave us for dead. Fuck Mara, normal people go to the police when they've been through an attempted kidnapping. They don't worry about what they're going to tell them.)

"Ay no exzage-" Amara was saying before she was cut off. (oh, don't exagge-)

"Now, Sweetheart, that isn't making me want to let you go," Nik taunted Amara.

"Oh yeah, and who's going to stop me" Amara limped forward and tried brushing past him but he grabbed her arm.

"I'm glad you asked," Nik said with a devilish smile taking over his face.

"Let go," Amara grunted as she tried pulling her arm away. Sofia surged forward but a pair of arms grasped her from behind.

"You just had to ask didn't you?" Sofia shouted as Amara struggled with Nik some more. It was of no use, obviously, but she kept at it. Sofia, on the other hand, was making it hell for Elijah, "Let go of me you piece of shit convict!"

"Calm down before you hurt yourself, just let us explain, will you," Elijah grumbled.

"Like hell, I'll calm down, you people are crazy," Sofia shouted.

"Calm down and we will let you go," Elijah pleaded before shouting at his brother, "Damn it Nik, let her go. You're not helping."

Sofia pulled her elbow the farthest it would go and then she rushed it back towards herself and into Elijah's stomach. She could feel that she had knocked some air out of him but his grasp didn't loosen up. She struggled more once she saw Amara growing faint but Elijah's arms wouldn't budge. She went full on crazy, back pain be damned, when she saw Amara drop. She kicked, punched, but she felt pressure on her neck and then everything went black.