Where have you been?

Four Brothers?

Hey you guys! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. DISCLAIMER THERE IS GOING TO BE FRENCH and there is translation for every single thing in French I do apologize. I would also liked to say I don't know French so I did use a translater. ENJOY

"Daddy where are you??" I couldn't see anything, my hands were tied to the wall preventing me from escaping this hell hole. "Daddy!" I scream out several times hoping for a answer. The only thing I got was a loud screech, coming from the other side of the room that I was in. It was dark, I couldn't  see anything besides the small iridescent  light switching off and on in the hallway behind the closed door. "daddy please save me." Its been three days since I've been locked up, all my possessions stripped from me. My body was weak, I had no energy to stand up and no energy to get out of this place being deprived of food and water my body now starting to accept that this is now my reality.                                                                                                              
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"Get her out of here!" My fathers eyes were upon me staring down on me as if I was his meat that he has been waiting for so long to eat now feasting on me. 

"Ma'am wake up! The flight has ended." talking was not on the agenda so all I did was nod making the lady leave- keeping an eye on me. I shuffled through my bag trying to find my phone. I guess I should probably get out of this airplane before they think Im wack or something. I grabbed my backpack threw it over my shoulder and carefully walked down the aisle making sure not to fall or do something stupid. When I reached the two ladies who were trying to help a handicap lady out of her seat I nodded officially heading out. The moment I got out of the door, I fell to the ground to a little boy throwing himself at me, kissing me repeatedly doing that once over. Immediately getting up to some man telling the little boy to get off me or at least that's what I thought he was trying to say. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying since I guess he only spoke french. The man had a worried expression taking over every last inch of his face, wrinkling shaping on his forehead. This was going to be harder than I thought, I don't know if I should just ask the man if he was my father or what so I briskly took out my phone pulling up google translator hopefully giving me some lever.

Okay this won't be so hard, just remember what you learned in French class.

"Es-tu mon père?" I say trying extremely hard to sound correct because as soon as I said it i could tell he didn't understand anything of what I was saying. 

"Oh non non je suis majordome!" The man says putting his hands up in defense mood. Umm now lets see je suis means I think butler or something like that. "Oh you are bulter?" I put my finger up wiggling it round, knowing in my right mind that this isn't going to work. Well Lilian this is what you get for never ever paying attention in French. I drop my head onto my palms that were being supported by my backpack shaking it histerically, this is going to be a nightmare. The man touched my shoulder, first asking me if I was Lilian then telling me what seemed like to follow him also by the movement of his body I knew that thats probably what he was saying too. 

"Benjamin, vous ne devez jamais le faire encore! Me comprenez-vous!(Benjamin, you must never do it again! Do you understand me!)" the bulter sounded furiated looking at the looking boy off and on again pointing his finger at him. He must be getting in trouble for jumping on me in the airport. His name must be Benjamin, I should probably ask just to make sure. By the time we were at the car the sun was already coming down, the sunset looked much for different then how it looked in New york....I thought that the sun looked the same everywhere you go I guess I was wrong.