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RED

I couldn't sleep after that night. Maybe it was the branch outside that slightly tapped into the small window, the now boring shade of pastel in the optimistic cell I now live in, the thought of home, or the fact that I had killed someone close to me. I kept thinking about the him...and I killed him with a nail gun.I knew him but he looked like a different person. Daniel Romano. His hair was grown out and his face had gotten this dark look and darker complexion, he had also gotten taller.He wasn't a blood relative but he was family. Romano had known my dad for as long as I can remember, he had many girlfriends but for the last 5 years he fell in love with a woman named Rose, he was caring and loved her a lot. But Romano stopped showing up to family nights and parties and when I asked my father about him he just said that he was working more often. Now I know that Romano was actually my fathers hitman or his accomplice. Even if he worked with my father, he was still a innocent man, my carelessness got a man killed. 

Every time I tried to do something Asim knew. Its not like bad juju though, he probably had cameras set out throughout the house or some shit like that. I remembered that Adams said about Asim being desperate and stuff, he seemed to know a lot. So I thought I should pay Adams a visit to know more about Asim's father and their history even though it was midnight, it was better than being bored shitless and staring into a ceiling. I peeked into the hall and checked if the light in Asim's room was lit. I tried to open the door quietly and gently walked down the hall to the room where Adam had stayed when he was shot, but when I opened the door he wasn't there. 

He doesn't live here. Unlike some people Adams wasn't kidnapped, he worKS for Asim.

I sat in the bed. The moon shined through the window, the light was almost soothing. The room smelled like lavender and the bed had smooth silky pillows. I put my head on the pillow and tried to think. Maybe it was the bigger windows, or the wind brushing with the leave, or the smell of the room but it made me think clearly. I wasn't frustrated. It was like finally breathing after almost drowning. I closed my eyes and heard my thoughts.

I miss them so much. I just wish I knew what the hell to do so I don't become the fucking damsel in distress. I thought I would be prepared watching mom being so brave and watching her practice. I don't know how I can escape one more time. I didn't know anything... and that scared me. The closest thing I had to a plan was probably helping Asim get his father out of jail the right way and not get kidnapped by my dad and his thugs. For now I think it's him. 

After thinking clearly I knew what I was gonna do. I was going to apologize to Asim for not staying in my room (even though I don't mean it) and tell him that I would help him try to get his father out by looking at the case and seeing some flaws to see if he was really framed. In return he would let me go back home. I'm 100% percent sure he Is a maniac who could literally kill me any seconds but I'll never find out if I never try, right? All I could do was think about home. Grandma's food in the kitchen, Grandpa and mom arguing about the commissioner making new rules and me, dad, and uncle Jamie playing uno. I missed all of those crazy Yankee game nights. It was the one night where everyone drank beer and laughed together while being on the same sport team. I smiled and covered myself with the blanket  in the bed. Then my eyes closed slowly and I was knocked out into deep sleep.

Light. All I could see was light. I opened my eyes and I was still in the room.  There was something off though. I felt like I was being watched, I stood up and jumped a little.

"What the fuck? Can't you see I was trying to sleep?" I said looking at Asim who was standing in the corner of the room. His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. 

"You do know I could kill you at any moment right?" Asim said in a deep voice. 

"Huh, out of nowhere you suddenly get balls to act so tough." I wasn't thinking. But I never did, and as soon as those words came out of my mouth Asim came closer and grabbed my throat. I gasped for air and tried to get myself loose but there was no point. He let go and turned his back. 

"You act so tough for a little girl. I could easily kill you and send you back to your family in little pieces. Why would you go to the one fucking place... how did you even know he was their?"

"I ain't no snitch. And if you didn't want me finding the cold room why the hell did you stupid fuck make it so easy to find?"

This isn't the conversation I though we would be having. But for some reason I was so angry.

"Call me a name one more-"

"Or what your gonna kill me. Your gonna put me in the cold room and shove fucking nails into my brain?"

Asim looked back. 

"How could you be mad that I killed him? For God's sake he tried to kill you!"

I stayed quiet went to grab the blanket and uncover myself then I almost died of embarrassment. The bed was covered in blood, but oh not just any fucking blood... But fucking period blood. Great moment to be alive. Asim looked down. 

I tried to stand up but I couldn't without feeling utterly disgusted. I said in a quiet voice, "is there any chance you have pads around?"

I had my period while I was kidnapped, now that doesn't happen in books. 

Wait, when was the last time I showered?