What I Wish Happened

Chapter Twelve

Before I open my eyelids, I prepare myself for everything that surrounded me, the cold air, the smell of damp and rotting, the clanging of old metal pipes, and the hiss of them trying to push water around, the almost silent buzz of an old light bulb, the feeling of my bare legs against a wooden chair, the scratchy feeling of the the thick rope holding my hands to my back, the sting of my new tattoo, the rubble on my bare feet, the swoosh of an old broken ventilation fan wiring round allowing even more cold air to touch my skin.

My eye lids lift. I'm in dimly lit room, depending on only a single naked light bulb hanging low so that if I could lift my arm I could easily reach it. The floor is made out of concrete that is falling apart, pipes run across the room with one at the other end of the small room dripping. A large new-looking door to my left and a second wooden chair in the far right corner. I had so many questions running through my head, I felt the need for answers. Like they were heroine and I was a addict.

Where am I?

Who is doing this?

Why is this happening?

I am the first this has happened to?

I am going to die here?

Is this going to become normal?

I am ever going to be safe again?

I look at the small light bulb; bangs and clangs fill and shake the whole room the door lets in a small flicker of light as my body screams with pain. A tall, stiff-faced Mexican man walked into the room, wearing a suit, it was dark navy blue paired with a grey tie, He was well tailored, pressed and he looked like the perfect businessman. Three goons followed him in; the business man stood arms length away from me whilst a goon went and got the other chair in the corner of the room, which was then placed in front of me, he cleared his throat before looking up at me again.

"Nova... I'm Marcos Velgera. Someone you matter to owes me a large debt, and so you are here." I gasp and a single tear rolls down my cheek. Marcos simply chuckles as he raises from his chair and walks to the door his goons following him. "Oh yeah sweetie, I almost forgot they are looking for you, but they will never find you here... And before I leave I have a present for you" One of them walk out and return dragging a body behind him, the body seems scratched up and has cuts all over. They pull the body between my chair and Marcos, I look down and see Elijah blankly facing up at me. I feel another tear roll down my cheek again, every breath in my body gone, every piece of my body screaming. Marcos steps over Elijah and kisses my cheek, "I'll see you soon sweetheart." The same goon picks up Elijah's ankle and pulls him back through the door.

I door clicked shut and my whole body groaned with an inescapable deathly pain, I let out a scream and again, I called out for help but nothing, tears escape me again. An unavoidable scream and tidal-wave of tears is the only sound that is left in the room. I stand up the chair still strapped to me, I jump in the air and body slam to the ground so the chair shatters, leaving small splinters all over the ground. Every muscle in my body screams with pain, I push through it and run to the door, and begin smacking and yelling at the door. I run back to the other chair to throw it at the door, it explodes leaving a wooden mess covering the floor.

I fall to the floor again, cries escaping me; right now all I can hope for, as cliche and annoying as it sounds, is a saviour. I pull my legs in close to my body as my cries turn into whimpers until my body gives up from exhaustion and I finally fall asleep. As I experience even more discomfort, the rubble and grit covering my body is leaving distinguishing marks all over my bare skin.

I wake up to a painful feeling of not being able to breathe and a tight grip around my neck, I open my eyes and see Marcos. As his grip around my neck tightens, I see his eyes dark and full of rage "You broke my chairs, you little bitch!" I squeal for his grip to loosen. I grab and scratch at his hand, making no effect. He stepped back and threw me against the wall. A cough trying to catch my breathe and failing.

Two new metal chairs were brought into the room and placed down, Marcos grabbed a large bunch of hair and pulled me along to the chair probably pulling half of it out. He threw me down onto the chair, nearly toppling it over with the force and my weight. A goon pulled my arms around the chair to my back and tying them tightly to the chair. Marcos sat in the seat in front of me and took a tablet from the goon stood beside him, "Now onto funnier news. Your family have deemed help from the media, and some of your friends made a statement." A devilish smirk swiped across his face, he pressed play and turned the screen to me.

Leo was stood in the centre, Alexis, James, Caroline, Drew, Zoë and Jack all stood with him. "Hi, my name Leo Black, I am close friends with Nova Founders, she has been missing for over a week, her friends and family are extremely worried for her safety. Nova is the smartest, kindest, sweetest, most amazing person in my life, she has become the most important person in my life in what feels like no time, she can become someones everything in a matter of seconds. I... will do absolutely anything to find her safely, so please help us find her. I love her and miss her like so many others, hermosa... if you are watching this, I'll find you, we all miss you, love Leo, Alexis, James, Caroline, Elijah, Zoë and Jack."

A small tear rolled down my cheek, and Marcos just smirked at the sign of it. He raised to his feet again and made his way to the door, which after careful observation I have realised is the only way in or out of this torture chamber. "Oh and sweetie did you see how broken Leo is without you, how much he cares..." the smirk appears again and he backs out of the room. "What did he do!? What happened!?" My screams and calls are left unanswered and again I am left alone...