Saving You (BWBM)

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*Trigger warning!!!*

Life  can change all within a few hours.

I sat at the table, grading the last paper from my fourth grade class. The last month of school was approaching and we could tell. The end of May couldn't come any faster for summer break.

The doorbell rang, causing me to jump a little.

I put my pen down and went to the door.  There were two men standing at the door. One of them was my dad's good friend, Ian.

"Hey. What brings you here Ian?" I said, once I opened the door

"It's about your parents. This is Chief Chris Reed."

"Nice to meet you. What about them?" I asked, confused as to why he would be here. He paused for a short moment and took a deep breath.

"Ian what is it?"

"Kamille I think you should sit down for this." he said. A flurry of thoughts went through my head as we walked into the living room. "Your parents died this morning."

He sniffed a little.

"You're joking right?" I chuckled. They just looked at me. Ian lowered his head. Tears formed in my eyes. It felt as if my chest was going to burst.

"Kamille we are so sorry for your loss. Your parents were the best agents we have ever had." Chief Chris said.

"Agents? What do you mean?"

"We work for the CIA. Your parents were agents. They were killed while undercover, trying to break a conspiracy in the White House. The proper measures have been taken, but we believe there are more people and they could possibly come after you."

"Wait, this doesn't make any sense. Why would these people come after me? I thought my parents just worked in state politics."

"They probably think that you know information you shouldn't. That is why we are going to have to place you in witness protection and relocate you."

I felt as if my walls crashed down right in front of my eyes. I wanted to cry so badly, but  I couldn't.

Ian and Ryan stood up. "Please pack your clothes and whatever else and we will be back tomorrow morning at 8 to get your things moved out."

"Ian is this serious?" I asked in disbelief.

"It is is very serious. Kamille I'm sorry for this, but it has to be done. We will have a small funeral service tomorrow. I will be by to pick you and your things up. Everything else will be taken care of."

I closed the door behind him. I sat down were I was, on  the floor, and bawled my eyes out. 

After a while, I got up and went upstairs. I packed my clothes and other things like photo books. Memories, I could take with me. I took a bath.

I soaked until my fingers wrinkled and the water turned cold. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy. I dried myself and went into my parents' room.

After a while, I headed downstairs and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet where the alcohol was kept. After a few shots, I sat at the table and cried some more.

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It was almost  6:30 a.m. when I opened my eyes. With a heavy body, I forced myself up and to the sink where I put my glass.

I felt something cold press against my neck. Gloved fingers wrapped around my mouth and the other grabbed a wrist

I struggled to get loose. Tears formed in my eyes. Another man came around the corner.

"If you make one noise, my friend won't hesitate to use that." he said. He left and went towards the stairs.

The guy holding me pushed me against the counter. He started tying my arms. I tried to kick him and ended up kicking him between the legs.

"Dammit. You bitch." He said. He pulled me back by my ponytail and dragged me to the living room.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I yelled.

"Shut up!" he yelled. He slapped me as he did. I fell to the floor with the taste of blood in my mouth. The other guy came from upstairs.

"I found the office. Bring her with you." he said as he motioned towards me. The man pulled me up and pushed me towards the stairs, to the office

"Find all the papers that your parents brought home in the last few weeks." One demanded. The man untied my arms.

I couldn't run. They were blocking my path to the door.

"They never brought any papers home with them. What could you possibly want?" I cried.

"Just find us all the papers you can." he replied. I looked in the desk drawers only to find pens and blank sheets of paper.

"There are no papers. Please just leave, I haven't seen your faces, so I can't rat you out. I don't even know what my parents do. I thought they were politicians." I cried.

The man that tied my arms cursed under his breath as he tied my arms again. "I'll go search the rest of the house."

Once he left, the other sat in the chair behind the desk. He must've been the one in charge

"Simple politicians? No. Your parents are the reason this started in the first place.  Now tell me everything you know!" he yelled.

"I don't know anything. I have no idea what is going on. All I know is your probably the reason my parents are dead." I mumbled. He got up from the desk and walked over to me. He held a knife to me.

"Don't know anything? Well I can make you talk." He said. He pushed me to the floor and sat on top of me.  I got my arms loose. I punched his face as hard as I could and pushed him off. I tried to get up and run to the door, but the man grabbed my ankles. He pulled me to him.  I screamed.

He grabbed the knife and held it at my throat. "Stop it. Shut the hell up."

He put his hand around my throat. I grabbed his arm and punched to try to get him to let go. he only squeezed harder.

I had on a t- shirt and panties. I hated that I didn't put on a full pajama set. At least it would've given me more time to fight back He proceeded to rip the panties off and rape me.

His grip got tighter on my neck until he finished. He got up and left me on the floor gasping for air.  A few minutes later the other one returned.

He had a box of papers in his hands. He looked at me and then to the other man. They talked for a while. Before they left, they tied me to a chair and left me.

My glasses were on the floor, one of the lenses was smashed. I squinted my eyes to try to read the clock. It was 7:30.

30 more minutes, and I could escape this living hell.