Run Away With Her

Part 4

The warm water, washed away the blood, but more importantly, it eased the pain. I was bruised all over. I heard the door open and close but the movement was too quick for me to even react. I washed up, and sat down in there. I was so ready to die. But I couldn't. I needed to find out more about myself. It's been only four years but the only thing I remember is my name. I let out a little giggle at how insane I probably look and sound to these people. They all seem nice, even though I didn't know all their names. I assume Motheo and Freya are siblings, because they do have that sibling resemblance. I didn't want to ask them about it, it seemed pretty obvious. I stopped the water to get a towel, but I realized I didn't have one. I looked around for anything I could use, before I noticed the towel siting beneath a pair of clothes.

I used it, and got dressed into the clothes. I looked into the mirror. It looked like I was going stripping.

I walked out and went over to the crowd awaiting me, staring at each of them puzzled. Then looked back down to my clothes.

"Sorry," Motheo commented.

"I'm very comfortable with my body," Freya added.

The other boy laughed.

"You should be too, I mean you look great!" Freya continued, turning towards the other boy in the room, "What's so funny Warona?"

That's his name. Finally, someone mentioned it. Warona got up, ready to pounce and got closer to Freya. I feared for her. She was of my body structure, small, and petite. While, Warona was bigger, muscular. You could tell he worked out. But just as I squinted my eyes, not ready for his threats. He kissed her cheek. She blushed and his eyes lit up. He looked away for a second then breathed, and she did the same. He turned to look at Motheo for his reaction but his face was unreadable. His eyes were as blank as ever. Maybe that was his reaction.

"Motheo," I whispered.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

He turned back to his sister, and let out a smile. Warona sighed and walked towards Motheo. They had a bro hug and he walked out the room. To the kitchen I think. Freya followed, after patting her brother on his shoulder.

I was standing in front of Motheo now. He looked away from his sister's lover and turned towards me. I stood there. I didn't move a muscle till I heard the screaming of Freya. Motheo appeared on site instantly, and I quickly followed. It was him, he was back.

Crap!

I turned around and ran to get the gun. I got back and he already had a knife to Freya's throat.

"Let her go," I said.

"Not yet. Come with me," he paused "and no one gets hurt."

Motheo looked at me.

"You know him?"

"Something like that."

"Friend of yours?"

"Definitely not."

"Why deny me? We are good friends," he responded.

"Shut up!" I snap.

He lets go of Freya and comes for me. My hands are sweating and I am more than reluctant to pull the trigger. I hand Motheo the gun, and block his punch.

He tries another one, and I get it. I look back at him and get pummeled to the ground by another punch. I get back my strength and give him one too. He gets hit, and I kick his stomach. He bends over and before I am able to give him one more blow. He is sent to the floor by Warona's powerful kick.

"That one was for your attempt on her life," he says with confidence.

He's talking about Freya.

"Come on," Freya silently shouts.

We run out the back to the car and jump in.

"Seat belts!" Motheo yells.

"Go!" Freya screams back.

I was sitting in front, right next to Motheo. And Warona with his unofficial girlfriend at the back.

"Who is that guy?"

I thought for a while. Unsure of what to say next.

I never actually knew him by name. I don't think he ever even said his name. He never really called me by name either, no matter how much I told him to.

Wait.

Motheo's eyes kept flashing towards me then back to the road. I was out of it.

"Unathi," Freya called out.

I ignored her. I wasn't ready to give them answers. I wasn't even ready to admit it to myself that I had been kidnapped for that long. Four years seems like such a short period of time. But so much, can happen. I don't even recall what my parents look like.

"Unathi!" Motheo snapped and brought me back to reality.

"I don't actually know. He kidnapped me when I was younger and has had me ever since. I don't fully understand why he took me. I don't remember much. I just know my name and that he called me Specimen 17. He told me, I meant too much to him and his project. He's the reason behind all my bruises, cuts, scars, injection marks, breathing problems, broken ribs, and any other form of injury." I spoke out.

I looked outside the window.

It was silent.

"Where are we going?" Warona broke the silence.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry, you all got dragged into this, but now that he knows your faces, you have to keep running or he'll come for you in an attempt to lure me out of hiding." I said.

"And why would you be hiding?" Freya called out.

"Because, I can't live the same way I was living those four years, I need an escape," I responded.

Very bravely, or veryfoolishly, I jumped out the moving car.