History Repeats Itself [ON HOLD]

Prologue

Two days.

It's been two days since I was stuck in this god damn hell hole, an abandoned motel building just 4 blocks away from my house. Of course, I couldn't be so sure, because he didn't install any windows here or hang a calendar. Just a fancy-ass security door and a wooden chair, all surrounded by 4 cement walls.

Wonderful.

It must have been just the day before yesterday when I was cheering for my dad at the tracks. And now, here I am, kidnapped by my dad's biggest enemy.

By him, aka my dad's biggest enemy, I mean Uncle John. Or it's what I call him anyway. Ever since I was a little kid, I always knew him as my dad's best friend. They would honestly do anything with each other, and for each other.

However, 3 years ago, ever since "the incident" (god how cliche) he's hated my dad. And what other way to hurt my dad then to hurt me?

I hear footsteps outside the door, and with a swipe of a card and a light turning green, he steps in. I immediately see his fancy leather shoes and his signature smirk that I've came to fear.

"Nice to see you're holding up well," he snarls.

"Nice to see you're still a jackass," I reply.

God, I really need to work on a filter between my brain and mouth.

"Oh please," he sneers, "I'm simply fighting for justice. You think you deserve any of what you currently have? You don't. You and your sick father took everything from me three years ago, so don't you dare act like I'm a bad guy. I was the one who was supposed to win that street racing competition, not your father. I was the one who was supposed to deserve all that glory."

I needed to get out of this cell, but his whole body was covering the entrance. I take a step to the side, hoping he'll follow me, and say sarcastically, "You're right! Kidnapping the daughter of your mortal enemy doesn't make you a bad person at all! In fact, people outside are dying to know how you are so kind to everyone!" "You should be the next president, focusing on fighting for justice and all," I add snarkily.

"You little bitch," he sneers, "Shouldn't your mother have taught you more manners than that?" 

He takes a few steps in, and says, "oh wait, even she realized that she couldn't be tied down by you. I bet she -- " He's about to say more before I punch him in the face, and I catch surprise evident on his face.

"My mother is dead to me, but you should never disrespect and insult those who loved you." I glare, and he groans in response, caressing his cheek.

Maybe a part of me just truly wished my mother did love me.

Or maybe a part of me was just dying to punch him in the face.

Luckily, he stepped away from the exit, and I sprint out the door, but end up sprawling right before I reached it. He tripped me.

God, the nerve.

I'm struggling to get up before he kicks me, and now I'm just flopping on the ground like a fish out of water. Focus, Emma. Don't let this bastard get to you.

Thanks, inner voice inside my head.

Maybe it's the adrenaline in my veins, or the fact that this bastard is standing in front of me and I have the perfect chance to hit him, but I somehow stand up and kick him hard in the groin.

"Fuck," he hisses, "you're going to regret that. I know your father like the back of my hand, and I will hunt you down and make you regret that, Emma," snarling his voice in such a way that made me wish my name wasn't Emma.

Before he can recover, I sprint out the door, just to find his posse running towards me.

And by posse, I mean his hired guards because he has no friends.

I sprint towards the closest balcony, and look down. Christ, even on the second floor, the ground looks far away.

You're going to be fine, Emma. Just a simple hop. Yup, a small, simple hop. Not like it'll risk your life or anything.

I only have 2 seconds to myself before I hear his hired guards closing in on me, so I jump off, hoping for the best.

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