"Darren-"
"Never call me Darren!" he shouts back at me. "Do you know how sick I become when I hear that name. You thought you were so smart. Granddad? Really? I want what you have, and that is your share of the deed..."
"Ask mum and dad of the deed of Victoria George. They'll tell you why," Sam said to me.
I widen my eyes at the realisation.
Why didn't I ask them? I ask myself.
"What is so important about this deed anyway?" I ask, standing right in front of him.
"And why the damn hell do you ask a lot of questions?" He rakes his hair in anger. I've never seen him as angry as this.
"Does Zane know where you are?"
"Nope, and that's if I tell I'm going to the hospital for a checkup," he says with a smirk on his face. He rakes his hair, dishelving it even more.
"Why would you lie to them?"
"Just like you."
He's right whether I want to accept the fact or not, I lied but I did it for a good cause. Ed was after me, to kill me. One mistake here was Darren...Marcus was my friend. He wasn't nothing but a good for nothing betrayal. He may have done whatever but I'm not going back on my trust.
On the trust I have struggled to build for months now.
"Oh...and I just needed to meet up with someone before the bell goes," he shrugs and leaves towards the entrance. I wave him and pick my books out of the locker.
"So, the day you told me you wanted to see someone before school, it was him wasn't it?" I shouted, pointing towards Ed who crossed his arm over his chest, watching everything going on before him.
Marcus nodded.
"I hate you both. You all shattered everything for a piece of paperwork. A relationship we could have built with no hatred. How could you?"
Ed pushes himself off the car and walks towards me, laughing humorlessly.
"Hush niece! Your father caused it all. He brought this upon himself and his family. Partially, I'd blame your mother for picking him over me, but story for-"
"You bastard!" I lunge for him but armed men hold me by my arms before I even get to him.
"I'd be glad to tell them to kill you but I want it slow and painful. After this week, a picture as a food for thought," he says, holding my face by his thumb and index finger, his nails piercing my skin.
I spit in his face. "You don't deserve to be alive. You don't deserve being called a father or an uncle because all I see you is a cold blooded murderer who needs to die by his own bullets."
"Very well Cassie," he pushes my face to the side forcefully as he released his grip on me. He walks a little bit away from and comes face-to-face with Vanessa.
I was beginning to forget she was even here...watching everything without saying a word.
"Where is Lee?" she asks angrily.
"Relax Vanessa but he's not here now." He laughed humorlessly.
"We made a deal. I bring Cassie and you give me Lee-"
"Oh you'll get him, but all you'd need to do is to pack you and Lee's bags for the long journey ahead of you."
"Long journey? What are you talking about?"
"Marcus!" he calls out. Marcus comes by his side, staring into Vanessa's eyes with a smirk still on his face. "Give it to her."
Marcus removes passports from his jacket pocket and tosses them on the ground. "Pick them and leave now."
Vanessa looks at them, tears streaming down her cheeks. She bends down and pick them from the ground. When she gets up, she blows the sand off the two passports, open them and look at both Ed and Marcus wide-eyed.
"Brazil?"
"That's the best I could do to save you from going to jail. If any piece of this information is leaked to the police, you'll go to jail for kidnap and you'll lose everything. No one wants a criminal record right?
"There in Brazil, I've gotten you and your son a brand new house and for you, a job. Your money is waiting for you in the house. I sent someone to drop the money off at your place, and hope you have fun in Brazil because I would if I were you. You did your job well and everything I mentioned is your rewards."
"Where is Lee?" she shouts again.
Marcus looks at his father before speaking, "Your son is with my brother, Kyle. Just pack and you'll see him at the airport next week Friday, 3 pm. Don't be late, or else, who know what'll happen-"
"Please," she pleads in tears, choking on her words. "Please I beg of you. Don't hurt him. Please don't just hurt him."
"Good," Marcus states.
"What will happen to her?" she looks over at me who is still held bound by two muscular men.
"That shouldn't be your concern, should it? We will do what we need to with her," he pushes Marcus behind him and stands right in front of Vanessa. If I were her, I'd be afraid, but she wasn't. "I think your job here is done."
Vanessa looks at him for a minute before walking away. She was almost close to the tunnel we had come in from when Ed calls her name. She turns back.
"Uttering a word to anyone, and you'll never see Lee again. I promise you."
She gulps and walks away. I keep looking in her direction till she disappears in the darkness of the tunnel.
Marcus comes close to me, making me shut my eyes. His hot breath fans my ear, my breath hitched. "If you thought you were smart, sending Zane your location then guess again. This isn't where you'll be, sending Zane to a wrong location-"
"What will you do to him?"
"Nothing...nothing at all, but I make no promises. If he dares cross my path, then you'll both be meeting each other somewhere beyond here. Far, far away from here."
"Just don't hurt him, please."
"You keep begging but as I said, I make no promises," he says, turning his back on me. "If Kyle had finished you off in New York as planned, I wouldn't be here listening to your stupid little pleas-"
"Who's Kyle?"
"You don't remember who Kyle is?" His voice lower than usual, his gaze scrutinising. He pulls out his phone, searching for something, making my eyebrows knit in confusing.
"Finally!" He walks close to me, shoving the phone in my face. "This is Kyle," he annouces.
He's alive. He really is alive. The same boy who left me over a year ago. Whose name sickened me to the core. Disappeared without a trace. He's Kyle?
He still left his hair brown but he'd look unrecognisable if not for the birthmark on his shoulder. His smile never changed but he never had tattoos the last time we saw each other. More muscular and his eyes are honey brown in colour, just like mine.
"Sparked a memory, didn't I?" Marcus says, taking the phone back.
I shut my eyes and begin to cry. The pains of those years come reeling back. Loneliness, the only word that can describe what I'm feeling right. A feeling that came once in a while but never as strong as this.
Except for today.
Betrayal.
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