The man who whisked me away places me in the living room as his friends scatter about through the front door, cleaning and whipping everything down not daring to leave a single fingerprint behind.
I thought about ripping the tape off my mouth and running but a shinny silhouette of a gun kept me in place. I look up at the men bearing arms, his face rough with scars all across it; Like someone tried to kill him but missed 2 billion times. This man also had a unusual-tangy smell to him, almost like a Tobacco factory; I couldn't stand the thought of me ending up smelling like this Giant barbaric beast just by standing by him...
ughh...
'This men must smoke tons' i thought to myself as the men glances down at me with his grey/ fish-like eyes, weirdly making eye contact with me. He then smiles at me, and instinctively I respond whipping my head back down to my feet that so happen to still be covered in blood...luckily enough though, all my vomit evaporated in the washing room, preventing me from hurling up even though i craved to.
Why is it that i always find myself in these utterly strange situations? I mean it seems i'm always having to be careful or for better words i'm always having to 'stay on my toes' ready to act when needed, It looks as though i'll never truly get a break...So annoying.
I stand there gripping my pink and bloody shorts changing my pace of thought to more serious matters, like for example, a way to escape without losing my life. As i watch on at the men at work, my attention is quickly pulled in by a few men waddling out the hallway with the 'rug', wrapped up in plastic. My heart begins to quicken as the panic begins to rise closing in on one vividly growing thought...I'm next.
Man in black: " Hey, R .J, where do we put this..?" He says speaking to the man next to me. I could smell my mother faintly from within, as the images of what i'd seen hours ago flash through my head freshly once again.
"wait until the boss gets here, He should be here any minute." He replies in a husky/ rough tone, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check something.
Man in black: "Alright.." He says nodding to the other man at the other end of the rug, as they begin placing down my mother near the chimney
"well, hope he gets here fast, its almost night time...and this body smells like its rottin"
The other guy seems to have a gun resting on his waist, in fact, half of the men in the room seem to be bearing a weapon but they all seem distracted none-the-less.. Maybe this could be my chance....I thought
...Run,
It echoed.. run..
"RUN!" i muffled out loud to myself as i begun to charge forward, courage building up as the men once preoccupied by the rug, quickly drop it and follow suit. I make it to the hallway that was left empty, when,
BANG! a gun shot is hurdles past me twice, one in front and the other in the roof.
"NO!" R.J screams, grabbing the men's wrist and thrusting it away from my direction. I stop for a second in shock, quickly checking myself for bullet holes.
"Crazy bastards!..." I screamed bolting Off as they dance behind me, making my way into my room i close the slide door swiftly finding something to pry it closed.
Knock!
Knock!
KnocK!
I slowly back away from the door and quickly hide in a spot i used quite often, either to hide from my mother or to hide during hide and seek with (y/n) and Kaori. The obnoxiously loud banging on the door suddenly comes to an end as the sound of shuffling feet is heard jingling back down the hallway and stopping.
A few minutes that felt like hours pass as i sit in silence within my military fort of clothes. Suddenly replacing the quiet was a more calmer knock as it ricocheted into the room, drawing my attention.
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"hey, kiddo...it's me." a familiar voice called out from outside.
"Dad..?"
'Why is he here?' I thought to myself as i cautiously scope out the situation.
"Yea.. you can come out now. I won't let anything happen I promise" He says in a reassuring tone.
As commanded I crawl out of my safety zone and remove the safety stick, making sure to keep my distance as the door opens itself. My dad upon opening the door sighs heavily at my figure.
"come her kiddo." He says bending down to my level, motioning me to come to him.
Again i follow my orders as i bravely cross the line to my dad, receiving a pat on the head that instantly dispels my fears.
"haah...I'm sorry it took me so long to get back, are you okay?"
I lower my head, trying to hold in all the emotions that i didn't know until now existed. I've been told many times that showing these feelings of mines is not lady like and i should NEVER show them to anyone if they do happen to transpire. I clutch my fist as a tear forcefully pries its way out and down my cheek.
"No...i'm... i'm NOT OKAY!..." i said Bursting out in more tears as they stream down my face My dad hugs me tight, whispering words of comfort.
"take a deep breath and tell me what happened.." He says
whipping my tears i slightly glance down the hallway at the man who shot at me. My dad glances to the direction and the other men preceded to grab the men, pushing him down to his knees.
He trashes and fights against the forces upon him. "I'm sorry boss! please believe me when I tell you I didn't know!.."
"Shut up!" One man shouts slapping him with his pistol. My dad then looks back at me patting me gently on the head. "You didn't know hm? This is my house correct?"
"Yes. But..." Slap! The man is once again greated with another hit clearly stronger than the last, as he began bleeding from his nose. The only noise heard in the room were those of panting and pleading.
"It's okay." My father says reassuringly the man as he sighs in relief.
Bang!
My body shakes from shock as the barrel cocks back and the mans body slumps to his side from a bullet snuggled between his brows. My father then swiftly puts his gun back into his waist band and calmly orders the men to clean up the mess, which I assume included that women. I continue to look on, almost like in a trance; once again pulled into my father's embrace, im whisked away like a baby bird on the ground from the sight.
That day my dad too taught me a valuable lesson. "Never show mercy", he slithered into my young ears. I close my eyes, mesmerized.
-"very few of us are what we seem."- Agatha Christie
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