Unexpected 2: Life's journey (Ashley Purdy)

Chap 5

  *Anubis POV*
     I woke up with a screaming headache, it was the first thing I felt. The steady throb in my head. I opened my eyes slowly, finding myself in a dimly lit room. I went to move but only found my hands bound with chain and attached to the floor. Granted there was enough room for me to move around, but I was still bound. The floor was scratchy and a large puke green wool blanket was laid out on the floor along with a pillow for a bed.
     A large musky smell filled the room and the only source of light was from under the wood door in front of me. Truth be told I had no idea where I was. My clothes were a bit torn and bloodied, and I could see the dirt from the floor begin to smear on my legs. Since their was no telling what time it was, I couldn't talk how long I've been here. Memories of what happened raced through my mind. But I was only concerned about one thing. Ashley.
     Did Ashley know I was gone? Did he call the cops? Was he searching for me? What about everyone else? What had they thought? Questions raced through my mind as I began to panic. I never did get to look at that pregnancy test, for all I knew I could have been carrying me and Ashley's child.
     All the sudden the door opened and in walked two men, blocking out most of the bright light. Just like I thought, two men. The one on the left was younger, at least fifteen. He had long shaggy brown hair like luke and hazel eyes. He was tall and fit, with tattoos covering his body some were tally marks, some were names, some were dates and abbreviations on names. One was a reaper down his shoulder. The way he looked at me was unsettling, it sent shivers down my spine. He looked at me like Ashley had when he was in the mood, lust filled.
     The second man was definitely  in his early fourties. He was fit for a older man tall, muscled, slightly tan but more on the pale side. He too had the same tattoos as the younger boy and he looked exactly like my father. His blue eyes, though worn, still had that same sparkle to them ever since we were kids, and his sandy blond hair with streaks of gray had been pushed up, similar to a flat top but more to the left side. My eyes widened, this was my father, no doubt about it. The reason being was that he always, always wore a silver set of wedding rings on a silver chain around his neck.
     And there those rings were, sliding and moving along his muscled chest as he moved. A gift from his parents before they passed.
     "I see that you're finally awake. I have to say for a girl your size you have a lot of fight in you" The older man said as he pulled out a stool from the corner of the room
      "Then maybe you shouldn't underestimate people. Trust me their is a lot more fight at me then you think. Unlock these chains and you'll find out exactly how strong I am" I hissed. Dad laughed, the same laugh I remembered and loved
   "Smart girl, but I'm not falling for that trick. Although the offer is tempting, you put up more of a challenge then my son Samson over here he's just to easy to defeat. Quite a mouth you've got on you to, didn't your parents raise you better? " dad said.
    "Hey" the second boy, Samson, said. Son? What did he mean by son?
     "Hard to say, my parents verent around. I had to raise my brother by myself" I growled
    "So that is a German accent I heard. I cant remember the last time I spoke my native tongue. Now lets cut the chit chat and move onto vhy you're here. You see a few months back, I vas contacted. Normally I don't do these sort of things, its a vaist of my time, but my client had offered a handsome reward and I couldn't turn that offer down. So here you are, and now all ve have to do is vait for my client to come, vhenever that maybe, and your theirs. A few introductions and rules to get out of the vay
      "My name is Torsten jörg Heinz and this is my son Samson. Rule number one behave rule number two don't backtalk, rule number three don't even think about escaping, rule number four don't ask questions and rule number five you vill speak vhen spoken too. If you break any of those rules vell... even though I, or Samson, cant lay a hand on you I can make all the torturous beatings look like an accident. You vill be fed, bathed, and vell taken care of as long as you follow the rules. On occasion you vill get to stretch your legs as long as you behave
      "And as for you Samson don't even try anything on this girl. Not one move." Dad said looking at Samson. I had never heard dad speak like this before. He was always so soft and kind, but this new dad he had a low dangerous voice
    "But dad, she's a sitting goose. You cant expect me to pass that up, its like teasing a kid with candy. Besides once your client gets here she's as good as dead" Samson whined. Gross. If only he knew that we had the same dad, but would he believe me if I told him? Probably not
    "I dont care. You vill not do anything to her" Dad said
    "Vhat happened to the father I knew..." I said quietly. Dad turned his head around, getting up and walking over to me grabbing my chin roughly as he forced my eyes to his stern, furry filled ones
    "Vhat did you say?" He said
    "I said vhat happened to the father I knew before" I said as I returned his stern gaze
    "I am not your father" he hissed 
    "But you are. The last time I saw you vas before my fifth birthday vhen I vas told you vere dead, vrong place vrong time. All this time, all those years ago you left me vith an abusive, drug attic vhore of a mother. Did you not have the decency to come find us to let us know you vere alive. You vere so kind and so sweet then always caring and compassionate now I look at you and see nothing but a low life, you vent down hill just like mom did blaming us for your death" I spat. He grew furious and back handed me hard causing me to fall to the ground. Searing hot pain raced through my cheeks
     "Enough. Your only trying to save yourself, to trick me, but it isn't going to vork no matter how hard you try. I don't have a daughter" dad yelled. I looked up at him and laughed
    "Its not a trick. If you verent my father how vould I know that those rings around your neck are your parents vedding rings given to you just before they passed as a gift, how vould I know that you stay up late at night thinking or planning because you cant sleep vhen something didn't feel right or you needed to clear your mind, how vould I know that you pray to the universe for a sign" I shouted as tears lined my eyes
    "Lucky guess" he spat
    "I don't guess" I snapped. He grabbed my face again
     "You better stop right there before you get seriously hurt" he growled  I only smirked
    "Go ahead. Do it, I can take the pain I've been through vorse hell I've been close to dead on more then one occasion by my own mother. But nothing you do to me, nothing you say to me, can break my spirit or break my train of thought. You vont break me no matter how hard you try so go ahead and do your Vorst I'm prepared for it" I spat, hurting on the inside knowing that this wasn't like my dad at all "oh and before you go, I vould appreciate it so dearly if I got a pregnancy test seeing I never got to see the result of my last one. I don't know about how you feel about killing an unborn child but I vould like to know if I have a kid in me before I die, at least have some compassion"
   Instantly he let go, his eyes softening a bit. His phone rang and without breaking eye contact he answered
    "Vhat?" He snapped "vhat do you mean you cant get here... that's not my fault... you should have thought of that before you broke out... I dont care... you have three months before I handle things myself and I do expect full payment. That's final and if you try to even cheat me I vill find you" dad said before hanging up "Samson, go get our guest a pregnancy test now"
    "Yes sir" Samson said before running out.
    "Don't think that this is a sign of veakness" dad said
    "Vho said anything about veakness?" I asked. And with that he walked out, shutting the door behind him leaving me in the dark once again.
    I began to cry, unable to hold in my emotions. What had happened to my father? Why didn't he come and find us? Why didn't he come and find us? How did he survive? What had made him so different... so cruel? When did he have another son? Had he moved in and forgotten about us so quickly? Did he even care? Why did he say he didn't have a daughter?  
    I cried and cried, i was mixed with so many emotions anger, worry, sadness, and for the first time fear. Fear of leaving Ashley and everyone of love and care about behind, fear of being forgotten, dying alone, and on top of that I still had no idea if I was pregnant so I had to worry about the fear of losing this possible child who didn't have a chance in the world.
    I lost since of time, I didn't see a use for it anymore, but it felt like hours. My throat had became sore and the tears on my cheek had dried up like my eyes. I pulled my legs close to my chest as I rocked back and forth, my fingers tracing patterns on the floor. I felt the dirt and grit underneath my fingers
    The dark was comforting, I felt safe but at the same time it only made me panic because anything could happen, the fear of not knowing what was next.
      Finally the door opened and I closed my eyes at the sudden brightness filling the dark room. Slowly looking up I saw Samson in the doorway, shirt off and tests in his hand before he threw the box at me along with a bottle of water
    "Here you go doll" he said smoothly. I rolled my eyes as I reached over sliding the box and bottle across the floor "what no thanks?"
    "Vhy vould I say thank you to a low life such as yourself" I hissed. He chuckled darkly
    "You know I always listen to dad but I don't think I can listen to him this time. Not with someone as sexy as you..." he said
    "You even think about touching me and I swear to go I vill strangle you myself" I snapped. Samson only laughed
   "Oh sweetheart, its impossible. You have no idea the position you're in, you cant make demands. Now I see this going one of two ways you behave and don't say a word  as I have my way with you or you can go and fight against me. You'll be beaten within a day, you think you cant be broken but trust me everyone can be and you wont survive it" he said. I scoffed
    "You clearly haven't met me then. And if you think for a second I'm just going to let you so vhat you vant vith me you're crazy I vould rather take the beating instead" I spat
    "Wrong decision doll" he said lowly before stepping forward, shutting the door ajar so only a little light could get in, just enough to see what you were doing. I scooted towards the wall
    "Stay away from me you pervert" I hissed.
    "You are in no position to be making demands" he said as he got closer to me virtually pinning me to the wall. He leaned in closely, way to close for comfort
     "Does it look like I care" I asked sarcastically
    "Lets see what you have hiding under your clothes doll" he said. All the sudden he pulled out a knife, cutting my clothes off. I shivered as the cold air hit my skin. There was no heat or AC in this place. Samson's eyes ran over me in a disturbing way "well in certainly not disappointed. But I feel like I have a better view then I had before without that guy getting in the way"
     His hands slowly crept up my sides, making small patterns, and lightly tracing my bra line.
     "Such soft skin...." he murmured. As a precaution he had grabbed my restraints so I couldn't fight back as he began to feel me up. I tried to move but couldn't, he had pinned my legs and shoved a cloth in my mouth before continuing his task. This reminded me to much of art class with Mr. S. "How about we take this further hmm?"
     "VHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? DIDNT I TELL YOU NOT TO TRY ANYTHING" Dad had screamed as he burst in. Samson had jumped up in shock his grip loosing. I took the opportunity to knee him in his crotch. He groaned in pain as he fell sideways. He opened his now furry filled eyes
    "You bitch" he spat as he smacked me. I only spit in his face as dad had came up and grabbed him by his ear
    "You and me are going to have a serious talk, now" dad said as he threw him out of the room. He looked at me as he sat a tray of food in front of me. I pulled the cloth out of my mouth and  coughed, catching my breath "here's your food" he said gruffly before walking out and shutting the door leaving me in the dark yet again.
     I felt around the room eventually finding the scratchy blanket. I hated the feel to it, but it was better then freezing to death considering I was now left in nothing but my underwear.
    I felt around finding the tray. Once I did I pulled it closer to me, expecting it to be cold and stale, but it wasn't. The food was warm and soft, I wasn't expecting this but I ate it I hadn't eaten in hours. After I finished I chugged the water and used the test, I wouldn't have been able to see it without the light so I would have to wait.  
    I pushed the tray away and bundled up in the blanket before laying on the rough ground. I felt my heart swell in my chest as I looked at god knows what. I hoped, desperately hoped, that Ashley wasn't hurt, that they hadn't done anything to him. Ashley had no reason to be mixed in this mess, who ever wanted me had clearly come for me. Neither Dad nor Samson had said anything about Ashley, I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing but I had hoped that it was a good thing.
    I tried falling asleep but I wasn't sure if I could in fear of Samson coming back. Through the cracks of the door of could hear yelling and screaming, some English and some German, and all i heard besides the yelling match were a few chairs breaking and I'm pretty sure I heard glass break at one point. It continued on for hours when I finally heard a small break and the fighting stopped. But that still didn't settle my nerves at all, I was jumpy.
     My mind wandered, who came could have wanted me that bad to hire someone to take me. Was it a fan? Was it someone from high school? I was to baffled and to stunned to even think clearly but one thing was for sure, I was going to be here for a while
      "Vhere are you Ashley?" I whispered, my voice cracking "ich leibe dich"
*Torsten POV*
    I stayed up all night, glancing at the clock as it ticked by each second. I was still angry at Samson for pulling the stunt he did. I didn't know why I was so angry at him, I just felt a sudden urge of protectiveness and fatherly dominance when I had seen what Samson had done. But I wasn't here father, I would have known if I had a daughter.
    But you are. The last time I saw you vas before my fifth birthday. Her words echoed in my head, why had it affected me so much, and how had she known so much about me when I haven't even told my own son about these things. I sighed leaning back in my seat, this was driving me stir crazy and just absolutely hated this job.
    The freaking person who called this whole job in had the balls to call and say that they couldn't make it because they thought the cops wouldn't chase after them after a jail break. 
     "Fucking idiots..." I murmured. I decided to call it a night and headed down the hall to my room, where Anubis was kept to keep an eye on her if she even tried escaping
     "Vhere are you Ashley?" I heard Anubis ask as I walked past her door, her voice breaking "ich liebe dich"
     Something inside me churned but I pushed the feeling aside and went to my room before climbing into bed