Missing Pieces - z.m.

twenty-seven

BEFORE WE BEGIN, I'M JUST GOING TO CLEAR ONE THING - I'M NOT GOING TO TRANSLATE WHAT'S BEING SAID DURING THE STORY. IT LOOKS REALLY WEIRD AND ALL, SO I'VE DECIDED TO DO THAT AT THE END WHERE THERE'S ALWAYS AN ANUTHOR'S NOTE. 

ALSO, I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A WEEK. SUMMER SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER, AND I FINISH ON WEDNESDAY!!!! I HAD SO MUCH WORK TO DO THAT I COULDN'T COME ON HERE AND I HAD MAJOR WRITERS' BLOCK AS WELL. I HOPE YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND. YOU CAN READ NOW:))))

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HOPE'S POV

I don't make a sound. I only obey. I've figured that if I obeyed them, they won't hurt me as much. I was hurting real bad. They have slapped me, kicked me in my stomach and pulled my hair. They wanted me to say something, anything that will help them find the jewels, but I didn't say anything. Not that I didn't want to, it's just that I didn't know. I actually didn't know. Yet, they refused to let me and Macit go. They won't let us go unless they find what they're looking for. Even if they do find the jewels in the end, Petro won't rest unless we're all dead - or one of us. He was sick. Such a dirty, ruthless bastard. I hope he rots in hell. I think he knows that we have not the slightest idea about where the jewels could be, but he doesn't act like it because in all reality, he enjoys torturing us. Torture. Pain. That's all there was.

Sitting at a corner in a dark room, body aching, clothes dirty, with a tear stained face, all I could think of was what was going to happen to us. Will Petro kill us? Will he torture us even more? Will he take us somewhere? What if he leaves and we could escape? Where would we escape? What would happen if we get caught escaping?

All these thoughts were making my head pound even more. Could this day get any worse?

Click.

There you go.

"Ah, uyandım. Ben dışarı geçti düşündüm."

I'm going to freaking punch you where the sun don't shine.

"Sessiz tedavisi, ha?" Petro asks, chuckling afterwards. Laugh all you want, buddy. You're going down. I mean it.

I stay silent. I don't want to speak to a criminal like him. How could someone be this cruel? This selfish? How can someone actually do this to people? How can they sleep at night knowing that they're the cause for people's pain? How? Where has humanity gone?

I stay silent as he kneels down in front of me. He places the back of his hand on my cheek, and I cringe. I don't want him touching me. Get your hands off me, you freak. He glares at me as I stay silent. 

Strike.

He just slapped me. 

He freaking slapped me.

Again.

When will he stop? Can't see that he's already done enough?

"Bana bak. Mücevherleri nerede söyle," he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls on it. Ow. 

I glare at him. "Ben bilmiyorum, söylemiştim."

He looks at me with hatred present in every corner of his eyes.

"Yalancı. Yalan söylemez," he says with venom in his voice. If looks could kill, I would've been probably killed a few times by now with the look he's giving me.

"Ben şimdi gidiyorum. Kardeşinin ölmek istemiyorsanız eğer cevap düşünüyorum," he says before heading towards the door.

"Onu incitme! Lütfen!" I yell at him before he closed the door. All I could hear was his laughter as tears found their way down my face.