Chapter 3

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It was a very long drive, no one said a word.

When we reached the apartment block, Ayanna was standing outside. I guess she didn't go to school because we were supposed to drop her of.

"Oh, what happened." Ayanna quickly said. *without a simple'hello'*

"Why aren't you in school. Its 12:45." I replied.

" I didn't go because we were supposed to go together, in your car."

"ohh ya, I'm so sorry."

"No prob, I didn't wanna go to school anyways."

  She walked away.

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I unlocked the front door with the spare key I kept under the rug. Though I could not remember locking the door.

Something was off.

"What the hell." I shouted in shock.

       The house was literally upside-down. I could not believe my eyes, so could everyone else. My phone was shattered on the floor and glass was everywhere.

No one moved.

"I'll call the cops." Malik called out.

"No." My Dad said with irritation.

"Your not calling anyone, this is all Aman's doing." He said while snatching Malik's phone out of his trembling handing and throwing it on the torn couch.

"What?" I asked him. I have never seen Aman before but I've heard a lot about him.

Why would it be Aman? Of a people in this world 'Aman'.

Aman is the most fierce and biggest trafficker around here. He traffics everything : Drugs, guns and even people. He only attacks when you offend him or when he wants something from you by force. Everyone fears him.* I wonder why the cops haven't caught him yet.*

"Why will he come after us." Malik chipped in.

Malik had a very peculiar expression of his face, he looked guilty but I didn't think it was any of my problem so I didn't ask.

I never ask him.

Dad didn't answer.

We all started to clean up the house ,well we tried cleaning up.

"I need a new phone , Dad can I use yours for now." I asked, breaking the silence.

"Okay, but I might need it in case Aman need to communicate." He spoke.

"Why would the 'fAman' want to call you."

"That's a story for another day."

"Dad tell me." I emphasised.

"Fine, I will tell you when you get back from work."

Yes, I work. I work at a cafe right in front of my school. I make quite a lot because we sell much.

I took my keys and left, I decided to walk because it wasn't that far. *Then why did I take my keys if I knew I was going to walk.* I thought to myself.

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I reached the cafe and it was unusually locked. I called Jinan but she didn't pick. I waited for a while when I suddenly saw a bunch of men in black suits walking towards me.

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