The Unrevived

3 | Locked love

Setting: Jaden's cell and Clark's and works.

Jaden

My self-worth is not determined by others.

People might see me as a villain, a cruel stuck-up governor and a shrewd money lover.
I had never wanted to be there, I never did.

I was forced to take hold of the crimes that I never did. I was not incapable of love, I loved my parents as any son would. Possessing money was maybe the worst thing my family did.
It brought robbers from all over and made me the worst unrevived in the city.

When I had gone to that store, the girl was frightened of me, she is so innocent, saw only my outer cover. No one could recognize the hidden, hurt and scared boy who has threatened his whole life. Not that I wanted anyone to.

I don't blame anyone.
I was to portray this image until these people got what they wanted. The people hadn't gotten that in the past years. If I had one chance to vanish them, I would surely take that.

I had no life. If people thought I lived in luxury, it was the total opposite. The only piece of luxury I might have had was a car which I think wasn't even mine anymore.

They only let me meet my parents once a month and for ten minutes at max.

I always wanted to have a peaceful life, no promises and no regrets. I asked the people every day, when was I gonna stop doing all this and when would my parents be released?
All they answered was, "You will continue to obey us no matter what the circumstances are. You will be released once we get what we need."

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Present:
I was walking across the cell that they had kept me in. The walls were grey and plain, without any sort of decorations. Only a small cot to sleep, a bedside table and a closet with only the clothes which I needed to wear in front of the public, occupied the space of the cell.

While I was pacing about, I was in deep thought. I had to leave to that shop again to receive the coffin. I didn't know why those folks wanted a coffin? I knew I would never get an answer to that even if I tried.
Those people never revealed how they looked, how they sounded or what their names were. Whenever they tried to contact me, they would always write through letters which mysteriously came onto my cot. They addressed themselves as The Daks.

The only possession they didn't take away from me or perhaps couldn't find was my grandfather's golden locket. It was worth millions, much more than the Daks could even imagine. My grandfather gifted it to me on my birthday before The Daks kidnapped us and made me one of their useful puppets.

They killed my grandfather when he tried to save my life. I still regret every moment of the day, that I had a chance to save him yet I chose to fear them.

My parents, innocent as could be possible, never fought, spread only love, yet they were subject to such horrible consequences.

Suddenly, the heavy chains to my cell got unlocked, disturbing me from my thoughts. My servant before was now threatened to work for The Daks and was paid ransom to guard my cell. He opened and said, "They have ordered you to go, master. I am sorry I cannot help. I assure you, when I get a chance, I'll take you away from this wretched place."

"I appreciate your concern, Larry."
I stepped out after I had dressed in those filthy clothes. The same old white polo shirt, a tie and a jacket. It was hideous.
They preferred running pants over jeans. Their style of clothing was horrible.

I stepped out of the cell grounds (as what they like to call it). There, waiting for me, was a Mercedes. I hated it. It was the same old boring procedure for the driver to step out, open your car door, greet you and then allow you to sit in.
As soon as I sat, the driver drove on top speed and only slowed down when we reached the back of the shop.

I stepped out of the car and with an arrogant style, I went in. I was obviously scared to death to see the coffin.
The driver had come along to carry it to the car.
When I stepped in, I saw the girl who I had come across previously. I hadn't gotten her appearance perfectly before but now...I was breathless.

Her straight, long light brown hair was tied into a ponytail, her sun tanned skin, her soft brown eyes, her cat eyed black rimmed glasses on her nose bridge which were about to slide down. She wore a jeans button-down shirt and brown printed capris. She was more beautiful today even in the simplest clothes.

I couldn't lose myself to her gorgeous looks but I couldn't control myself. I know this would cost some thrashing but I ain't revealing anything to her so I could excuse myself.
As soon as I walked up to the desk, the girl looked up from what she was working on and then gasped. She looked more frightened then yesterday. How could I make her trust me, with such a frightening influence? How?

(authors note)

Jaden is in love!
Is it the love season or what?

With that, let me play a game with you.

What would you prefer, pink lemonade or lemon chicken?
C'mon, answer me ,I'm not here the whole day and neither are you.
Depending on your answers, at the end of this book, you will realise what your choice really means.
And now the best part, vote for my chapter if you like it and type in any suggestions u like, I will read them all ( if there is any, for that reason)
Adios amigos, till then rock the night man!