Wild World

HELP!

I try think of a plan but nothing.

"Come on, i think better with ice cream." I say walking into the house.

"Kylie, get up you sleepy head." i yell opening the fridge.

She does not answer.

I walk into our room. "Kylie!"
The room is empty. She is probably in the bathroom.

"Is your sister in there?" Nate questions.

"No, why?"

"You have to see this." he yells.

I run out of my room into the living room.

"What?" i ask eyeing him.
He just points to the wall.

I look up and my heart breaks.

COME GET YOUR SISTER WITH YOUR VISITOR OR ELSE ...SHE WILL BE DEAD BY NEXT THURSDAY.

No no no. This can't be happening.

"Kylie!!! Kyl!!"  I yell searching every where in the house.

My mum has about thirty minutes to get here.

I rush to our store room and am back with Tarpentine.

"Pour it on the cloth and help me clean the writings on the wall." I say rubbing the wall roughly.

By the time am done am all sweaty  and shaking.

"Am gonna grab my bag and WE are going to get my sister!"  I say budging into my room.

"And how do you plan on doing that excactly." I look up.

"I don't know but I have to try. Am not gonna just sit here." I say packing my bag.

"Come here." i say looking into my dresser.

He takes one step closer.

"Come here." i say again and he moves just a bit but not close enough.

I yank him over and he seems shaken.
"Help me move this dresser will you?" i ask pushing it.

He pulls it away and its out of the basement door.

"Now you are gonna kill me in your basement?" he asks timidly.

"If i wanted i would have done it the day we meet and save myself the trouble." I say puting in the code.

The door opens and we take the stairs down.

"Is this like a layer where you do your evil staff and all?" he asks scanning the area.

"You have knives , swords, is that a gun?" he says to what i was holding.

"No, its a candy cane. Of course its a gun dummy." i say putting it in my bag.

"Has it killed anyone?" he asks.

"More than you can count." I say walking back up the stairs.

We push back the dresser.

"Wear this"

"Whats this,"

"A hijab."

"why should i wear it."

"Because people won't notice you." I say walking out to give him room to prepare.

He is soon out.

"Allahu akubar." i say getting up.

"Do i have to?" he wines.

"Of course. and you look pretty. Now come on."

Am dressed in baggy jeans and a tank top.

I swing my bag over my shoulder and i head out.

"Lets get to Ukraine and see what your mom can do for us." i say counting my money.

We take an uber and we are soon at the subway station.

"Hello Miss, how many tickets." the attendant asks.

"Two tickets." i say handing him the money.

"Name?" he asks.

I think of a name fast.

"Sabina." i say smiling.

"What about her?" he asks.

Nate is about to speak but i interrupt.

"This...is...aahh...Sienna Sadique, she is my...ahh...." I say scratching my head.

"Wife, am her wife." Nate finishes. Am shocked.

"wow i didn't know." the attendant states.

"Me neither" i whisper.

"Don't be ashamed of it. I bet you make her feel bad when you refuse to acknowlegde it on public." the attendant say taking Nate and kissing his hand and hugging him.

If you only knew its a guy.

"Aaaa....am in the acceptance process." I say putting a hand around Nate's waist.

"Come on wifey, lets go." i say pulling him along.

"Wife? Dude." i say when we are on the waiting section.

"Its the only thing i could think of." he says

"Or its you wish." I say winking.

"I don't like you." he says flatly.

"Ouch!" I say motioning to my heart.

We are soon on the train ready to live.
We get a carriage with two beds and i lock the door behind me.

Am just staring outside the window wondering where Kylie could be right now.

"Are you ok?" Nate asks and i have to wipe away the stray tears.

"Yah, am good." i say laying on my bed.

"Am just concerned about Kylie, we have never been apart for long. I wonder how she is doing?" I say and soon the train is in motion.

"She will be fine. They want me not you nor your sister." he says taking off his hijab.

"Whats the deal with this guys and you?"

"lets just say its one dirty game." he says.

"But why you though. Are like 20-25?"

"23"

"you are way too young. Or did you murder anyone."

"No. Because i have information they really want.The opposition that is." he explains.

"I bet you have alot of money, porsche cars, houses ,whores, friends and all." i say looking at him

"With it, comes all the back stabbers and fake friends." he says facing me.

"Yeah. But one is ...never give someone your hundred percent. Keep them guessing and wondering about you. Otherwise you become too obvious and un interesting." i say and slowly am half asleep.

The train movements are soothing.

****
"don't kill me please. I don't know anything." i hear Nate shriek and i wake up.

We are still on the train.

Is he sleep talking?

I sit up.

And he shuffles but his eyes are still closed.

"I swear i don't know what you are talking about." he says shaking wildly.

I pat him but he does not move.

"Dude wake up.Hey ,Nate." i continue shaking him and as soon as his eyes open he punches my face.

I stable to the floor holding my jaw.

"Am sorry i thought it was someone else." he says helping me up.

"Whats wrong with you Kicky Minaj.!" i say massaging my jaw.

"Sorry." he says sincerely