Caliginous Heart: The Story of Zain

3. Part 2

Zain A.
"No, you're lying! You're lying!" I yelled, breaking down into tears.

He just stared at me, looking as if he didn't know what to do.

This boy just got done telling me that he was my brothers main man which in other words means "best friend" and that he worked under him.

It was way too good to be true which is why I refused to believe him.

"Bit- I mean, Zain I wouldn't lie to you. I'm not like that, I swear I'm not." He calmly said, standing a few feet away from me.

"Your brothers whole entire name is Zamaré Leon Okafor and y'all are both from Nigeria." He said, shocking the hell out of me.

"Where is my brother?" My voice cracked as a trembling hand covered my mouth.

I began to pace the room back and forth, not wanting to believe this.

I couldn't believe this.

My breathing increased and my heart pounded so hard against my chest.

"He's not here. He stayed back in Atlanta, but I think I can get you out of here." He said which caused me to turn around quickly.

I stared into his eyes to see if he was bull shittin and as far as what I saw, he wasn't.

"Not today, but hopefully tomorrow we could all get you out of here. The thing is if we're successful, or not." He spoke, rubbing his chin.

I sighed, my breathing picking up its pace. "I think I'm dreaming." I said, beginning to break down again.

"I just wanna see my brother." I cried, bending down.

I curled myself up into a ball, just crying.

"This is where I've been for 3 whole years." I whispered, rocking back and forth as I sniffed.

"Well ain't no telling why we couldn't find you then." He said.

"You're all the way here in Russia. Who in the hell would have thought of that?"

I nodded. He had a point.

I don't know why I continued to feel as if Zamaré had given up on me.

He would have never thought that I was kidnapped and now located in Russia.

"Zain, can you come sit on the bed. Get up off of that cold ass floor."

I picked my body up off of the ground and drug my feet over towards the bed.

He patted the spot next to him and just stared at the side of my face.

"How did this happen?" He asked. "You need to give me as many details as possible so I can put this shit together and inform Zamaré."

My heart fell. Just the thought of having to recall all of these horrid memories had me feeling dead.

I bit down on my bottom lip hard, trying to control the tears that wanted to fall again.

"Um- I." I whispered, fumbling around with my fingers.

"I was kidnapped by a man who went by Roderick when I had first met him. Turned out, his name was really Adrik Adame and he came to the U.S. with a fake name, identity and all."

"The man who's in control of this sex trafficking business correct?" He asked.

I nodded.

Before I even continued to tell the story, I asked for his name.