He untied my legs and stood me up. As soon as he let go,I fell to the ground. I collapsed and apologize immediately,crying to him.
"Shut up!" he whispered,trying not to get mad and yell because his dad was in the other room. He quickly lifted me up and carried me outside. We were surrounded by nothing but the deep woods. I was still in this guy's arms,moving my head around to see my surroundings. He carried me about 10 more feet in the middle of a dirt patch. He laid me down on the ground and dusted the floor.
A small wooden door was under dirt and weeds. He opened the small panel and jumped in,it wasn't too deep because he could stand. He held out his arms,signaling me to jump. I shook my head,"Are you crazy?! Hell no!" I backed up a bit.
"Please.." his eyes,full of pain,I had to jump. I landed in his arms,he set me down on a chair. I couldn't see very well because the only light we had was the opening of the little door. He searched around for something until a small 'Aha!' escaped his mouth. He pulled a string,and a light bulb had come on flickering.
"Why do you have me here?" I questioned. I tried to sat brave and not to cry. "What did I do wrong? I can't remember very much,please," I begged,"Please tell me.." A small tear escaped and I quickly wiped it.
"Your father.." is all he would say. What does that even mean?!
"What about my father?" I asked,curious to know.
"You're here,because of your father. Where's your mother,huh?" his voice was getting husky like his dad's. I just stared at him in confusion. Where was my mom? What was going on?
"I-I don't know. She left a note saying she would get some groceries a-and I hadn't seen her the next morning a-and.." I paused,"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH?!?!" what was going on?
He walked behind me to where I couldn't see. He comes back with more duct tape and puts it on my mouth. I try to fight back,but it's useless.
"Shut up and listen.." he shushes me. "..your father,he's not who you think he is. And your mother,she's the sweetest thing ever. She just knows too much. Try to remember Tuesday afternoon... you were walking home when you saw somebody about to shoot a homeless man,do you remember?" he tried to remind me. I shook my head Yes, I remembered the gist of it.
He took the duct tape half way off. "All I remember,is that I saw an elderly man about to get shot by a gangster looking guy and came over to me and he looked like...." I stopped. He waited for more,but I shook my head No. He put the tape back on and continued his story.
"Anyways...You weren't supposed to see any of that,you and your mother moved here to get AWAY from your father's workers. They kill people for money,so they can weed. Never thought of your daddy like that,huh?" I shook my head and started silently crying. He squatted in front of me and wiped my tears. Our eyebrows communicated amongst each others. He was sweet-he didn't deserve whatever he was going threw. I thanked him. How could my father do this?
My stomach growled. How can I be hungry at a time like this!?
"Hold on," the boy said,"I'll bring you something. He jumped out of the door,kinda like you do at a pool. A couple of minutes later,he brings a plate with 3 sandwiches. He moves the chair (with me still in it) to a table. I guess that's what was behind me when he got the tape? He handed me two sandwiches and slowly took off the tape. "Like a band-aid," I said as soon as I had a space to speak. He closed his eyes tight and ripped off the duct tape.
I sighed in relief and ate my first sandwich in only a few minutes. His eyes widened and he handed me the second one. Getting up,he walks over to a wooden barrel. He filled a cup with what looked like nasty,bacteria-filled water.
"Sorry," he half smiled.
"Thank you,"I nodded and took a huge gulp,finishing it at once. He refilled it and k ate my second sandwich a bit slower. He stared at me-did I know him? I hadn't remembered.
"Do we know each other?" I got the courage to ask. His eyebrows raised and his eyes got wide,but right as I asked that, he immediately said "No." Plain and simple. I nodded,dropping the subject. And I asked another question.
"So,"I tried to swallow my peanut butter,"Why am I here? Like why do Y'ALL have me? Do you work for my dad too?" I questioned.
He sighed,"No,we're doing you a favor." he started. A favor? Yeah right. "That guy you saw,the one about to shoot,was a worker for your dad. He knows you,you know him. Blah blah blah. But since you don't remember WHO it was,that's good. It wasn't me." he frowned,"My Pop and I saw you on the ground with your head bleeding and we found out that you're your father's daughter. My Pop hates your old man,they used to work together,you know,before the whole 'Marijuana thing'. We picked you up and locked you in the basement because we thought you were like him. I know now,that you had absolutely no idea about what was going on. Sorry for basically starving you and killing you. My old man wants me to kill you,but I think I can just let you go." he smiled a bit. I gave him a confused smile.
"Does anybody know that I've been missing?" I questioned.
"Oh yeah!" he raised his eyebrows,"You've been on the news for almost a full 36 hours!" I was shocked.
"And you're just gonna let me go? What if they ask where I've been? Then what? I'm not gonna say that Y'ALL kidnapped me. You guys seem nice,I mean,besides tying me and basically breaking my ankles.." I smiled.
He laughed slightly,rubbing the back of his neck,"Yeah,sorry. That was a bit too much. But yeah.." he dropped it.
I smiled at him,laughing a little. He was cute. Like baby cute,not Matt cute. Speaking of Matt,I wonder if he noticed I was even gone..? I sure do hope so. He was so adorably sexy and I just loved it! He would act like a dinosaur and be stupid,he was truly something else. A good something else not a-
"Hello??? Avalanna?" my thoughts were interrupted by the guy. I regrouped and focused on what he was saying. "We need to go..NOW!" he said,grabbing my arms and legs. He carried me like I was his bride. I was shocked,"Why?" I said worriedly.
"He's coming! My dad..He thinks that you're..DEAD!" he said. I started crying,I just couldn't help it!
I heard footsteps coming from outside of the little door. "BOY?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YAH!?" I heard him call.
"Fuck..He's drunk" the guy said under his breath. He carried me into the back of the little underground room. There was an even smaller door. "Crawl." He ordered me and I did as I was told. He followed right behind me,we were going threw what seemed like a tunnel. It was pitched black,but I kept crawling.
It felt like hours crawling threw this mud hole-literally.
"Okay," he said from behind me,"Stop here." I stopped and turned to race him,although I couldn't see. "I never meant for this. He wants you dead,DEAD. Just because you're the daughter of his Used-To-Be Bestfriend. They were best buds ever since 3rd grade,I think,and they grew up together,and worked together. Then your dad goes crazy and starts a weed business and long story short,they got in a fight and he hates your dad's guts." he explained. Wow,I never knew my father was like that. My own flesh and blood...
"Where are we going?" I got off of the topic. "Are we just gonna hide in here?" I asked.
"No,there should be another tunnel to your right,but I don't know if we past it or if we hadn't reached it yet." i shook my head,but I don't think he could see so. Just said okay and we kept crawling.
"AHH FUCK!!" the guy screamed from behind me.
"WHAT'S WRONG?!" I quickly turned around. I felt all over to find out why he was hurt.
Crap.
