His Girl

26 ~ Risposte

Courtney's POV

He pushes me forward and shuts the door. Why did he leave me here? Why am I down here? Why am I here, full stop? What is happening upstairs?

"Nice to see you again, Courtney." A voice comes from behind me. I spin around to see their Boss sitting in a chair, smirking at me. I can tell this is going to go well. Why is he down here? With me? Alone? I gulp. Don't be stupid Courtney!

"Please do sit down." He motions to a chair opposite his desk. I cautiously sit down and look at my feet. What does he want? Why am I here?

"There was a small accident today, Courtney. Unfortunately you won't be staying with Luca anymore." I gulp and looked at him. What does he mean? What happened to Luca? Is he alright? Why do I care? Their Boss clears his voice and looks like he was about to cry as well. Obviously it was bad. Is he dead? Where will I stay? What will happen to me? Will they let me go? Probably not, but wishful thinking.

"Can I ask you some questions?" He ask. I just shrug. You can ask, but I might not answer.

"Do you know where your father is?" I flinch at his question. What type of question is this? How the hell am I suppose to know?

"N-no." I stutter.

"What was the last thing you heard from him?" He presses on. Why the hell is he asking me this?

"M-my s-sister told me h-he left the d-day after y-you kidnapped m-me." I managed to stutter.

"Alright. Thank you." He turns away. What am I suppose to do? Do I leave?

"I'm guessing you have some questions, so shoot." He spoke suddenly.

"Why am I here?" I blurted out, without thinking.

"That's a bit of a broad question, don't you think?" I nod and looked away.

"Why d-did you kill B-Brody?" I ask.

"Well. Spencer get your ass in here!" He yells, suddenly. Have I just lost my opportunity to get answers? I hear the door slam shut and a string of Spanish.

"He worked in a rival gang." So you just kill him because of that? I was about to scream at him when he kept talking. "He killed Alex, so I killed him."

I just stare at him. I slowly blink and swallow. Brody killed someone? No! No! He couldn't of. He couldn't hurt a fly! What? No! They're lying! But it's making more sense. But it couldn't have happened! No way! But it might explain a bit. There were all those nights, he came to visit me late and had scratches all down his face. Maybe he was in a gang. But why would he keep that from me? We knew everything about each other. He knew about my eating disorders and family life and everything! Why would he keep something that big from me!?

"And when you were with him. It just sealed the deal. But then complications happened and the deal never happened."

I continue to blink at him. What? The deal? Was I going to be sold? Do I even want to know?

"Er. What deal are you talking about?"

"We were going to use you for a swap but then your father didn't want you back and now he has skipped the country."

I continue to stare at him. Why is my life so messed up? My own father didn't want me back? I knew he hated me, but! Seriously? I slowly nod.

"Alright, you're ride will be here shortly. You'll be staying with..." The door slamming interrupted what he was about to say.