Secrets

Secrets chapter 4

Runaway.

I yanked open the front door and ran to my car. "Honey we can talk about this, just come back inside the house." like hell. "Maybe in another life Micheal." i climbed into my car. "Please... I promised to protect you. I can't lose you too!! your my baby girl." He started sobbing and no matter how angry i am at him i couldn't bare the sight. So with one last guilty look i sped off, as fast as my car could go. I could care less if i got a speeding ticket the only thing on my mind was to get as far away as i could possibly get. I left my dad to mourn the death of his wife and the loss of his daughter alone, i felt numb all over. I wanted to feel pain, guilt...maybe even cry, but i just felt nothing. I left everything i ever loved behind..and i honestly didn't have a care in the world. I'll never be that stupid, naive little girl who believed everything she was told. Who never said a bad word about anyone, i've never even spoken to my father in such a disrespectful manner and boy did it feel good. My mother has always wanted me to be rebellious...funny how her death happen to spark something within me.

Her death...it's been over 6 months and i still know little of her death except for the fact she is rumoured to be a leader of one of the gangs and was killed in the cross-fire between the rivalry gangs. Why?? i don't know...but one thing that's for sure is i will find out and when i do there will be hell to pay. I don't even care if it kills me, i have too. I can feel it in my bones, even that annoying voice in my head agrees. Except for the occasional comment like "curiosity killed the cat' too be honest i've always been more of a dog person. "Ha. really?? Trust me you're more of a dog person than you know." See!! there it goes again...I'm probably just losing my mind.

I've been driving for hours and finally found a hotel and gas station, it's not much but it'll do for now. As i'm filling my tank i have this tingling in my gut that something bad is about to happen. Before i could even turn around, i'm grabbed behind by the waist while a thin piece of material is shoved into my face. I breathe in...hmm... It smells sweet and fruity. I like the smell, except it makes me feel really dizzy?? No more like sleepy... and that's when it hits me i'm being drugged by some stranger in a hotel and gas station in the middle of nowhere. Before i could do anything everything became blury and the only thing i could remember thinking is why me?

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"What do we do now??" Why is this guy so pissed?? like seriously theses soap operas. "I have no idea either!! stop asking dale." shuffling around where's the remote, when you need it. Wait... I can't move my hands?? I try opening my eyes, but their too heavy...did I seriously end up going to the bar. I hope not. "Shut up drake!! why did you even grab her?? She's of no use to us. What will the boss say..." ha. He sounded angry. I snorted actors. "He's the one who told me to grab her and get her ready!! so chill" Then I hear feet shuffling must be dad. "Dad. get the hell out, I'm still angry." I sneered not moving an inch. "Shit. dude. she's up!!" I think dale said. " No shit Sherlock." drake said amused. They continued to argue, while I'm trying to open my eyes or at least move. Why can't i move!! this is ridiculous and that stupid soap opera is giving me a bigger headache. "Dad can you turn off the damn t.v...that stupid soap opera is giving me a headache." I shouted wriggling my fingers. I hear someone laughing. "Soap opera?? Oh my sweet innocent little kitten this is no soap opera" i think drake said I swear i could feel him smirking. Don't ask I just know. "Dad the t.v isn't shutting up!!" I shouted and groaned. My head still hurts. "Daddy's not here." came a very menacing voice. Scared my eyes immediately shot open. Oh, so now you work. Blinking my blurry vision suddenly became clearer.

There in the room standing to my right is a tall guy around 6'2, soft green eyes, short short black hair with a muscular build. To my left another tall guy around 6'1, short blonde hair, piercing grey eyes also muscular built. Both looking casual in blue jeans and v necks arms crossed. In front of me stands a man in a black suit and dress pants with a white dress shirt accompanied by a red tie. Even with a suit you could tell be was carrying 2 handguns. One under his arm and the other tucked in his belt. He was around 6'0, a bit on the lean side, short and wavy hair. He's a brunette, but judging from his pail skin, light green eyes and white eyelashes he probably dyed it. odd his eyebrows are brunette. Weird...anywho he's probably laying low or something...wait what's he doing in my room?? Looking around I realised a few things.

Well for 1.

3 strangers are standing in front of me one looking amused another looking pissed and the last one smirking like he knew something I didn't.

2.

I'm tied to the bed frame. How I didn't notice before is a mystery.

3.

This isn't my room.

And lastly, but very important.

I'm in nothing, but my bra and underwear with unusual symbols written in red paint all over my body. It's funny because the paint looks just like...

Blood.

My headache intensifying I swallow the lump in my throat. "who are you??" I whisper. Feeling a huge wave of dizziness set in. "The messenger" the man in the middle spoke. That's when the dizziness increased consuming me and everything went black.