The night we met

Chapter 2

A strong tall man walked slowly leaving the five men behind him and he observed everything in the room until he stepped in front of my dad. On his right hand he had a long knife with blood as drops fell on the floor. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He looked powerful but I didn't recognize him at all. Who was he?.

"Well, this place is fucking awesome. I have always wanted to visit you Liam." He began, as he slowly held tighter the knife on his hand. He finally moved his gaze toward my mom and me. My mother was still holding my hand and I could feel his fear through her touch.

"Oh and I see my prizes over there," he said smiling bigger.

This can't be happening! I am not prepared for this. I looked at my father with fear on my eyes.

"If you touch them, I will fucking kill you,"my father said getting more closer to him.

"You know, I was always in love with Isabella since she was sixteen. Young and beautiful. Do you remember Isabella the last time we saw each other?. Um let me remember, oh it was when you where at your room sleeping and we took your sister away," he said.

"You piece of shit, where is she?," my mom said. I looked at her and she was crying. I never knew that my mom had a sister, she never told me about it

"She is dead, and so you will." He paused and looked at me and he started licking his lip with his tongue.

"Oh am I forgetting someone?. Is she your daughter?." He began smiling at me and looked at my whole body. Fear. I felt my mouth dry.

"You must be 17 years old, am I right?," he said.

I began shaking faster and my breath was quicker. The tall man gave a signal to his men and they started moving toward us. What was I going to do? Run? Scream?. I needed someone to come and save me like all those fictional characters on my novels, but you don't need to depend on a man to come and save you. You only have yourself.

My mom was very clear about the lessons when she taught me how to fight. But this was different, they were men with double strength than me. I didn't need to be strong, only smart and fast on my moves. This was a chess game, but I think I was the only one against the black chess team. But I still was the queen on the game, with the right moves you could win. My breath became quicker and my hands started shaking. I began holding my mom hand tighter and it began turning red. Please, don't hurt us. As they came near us my dad began punching the tall man and they fell on the floor. The tall man was faster and got above my dads back holding his hands tighter. My dad continued moving.

"I will fucking kill you!," he said breathless

"I think you will enjoy the show," the tall man said. He grabbed my dads face and forced him to look at us. His face was so red and there was blood on his lips. I stared at him with eyes of horror. What are they going to do?.

Two mens continued walking toward us and grabbed my mom. They grabbed her violently by her wrist pushing her in the bed, until they laid her down. My mom began moving trying to take them off of her. She began screaming and crying.

"Don't fucking touch me! Leave me alone!," she was sobbing from the pain her wrists. I began running towards her but a man grabbed me from behind. He lifted me upon his upper arm. I began fighting against him but he was stronger. I was shaking in fear. Fear.

"Dad help me!Please don't let them touch me. Please. Do something, NOOOOOOOOO!," I screamed as the man still moved towards the door.

"I am going to kill you, you are dead. Fuck you." My dad screamed and I noticed he was crying. HE WAS CRYING!!! He felt fear but he didn't closed his eyes to let it disappear.

"Please don't hurt them, please don't," he said. The tall man smiled. He had accomplished his goal. He knew my father's weakness. Us.

A third man began walking towards the bed where my mom laid. She starting screaming and pushing them again. A man began covering her mouth but she still screamed. I was crying and screaming until I noticed they were pulling down her underwear. I looked in horror to the scene. A man began pulling down his pants. NOOOO. This couldn't be happening. Please, don't. Don't.

"Mom!Don't touch her, please don't. Please! NOOOOOOO. Leave her. Mom!" I screamed.

The man holding me suddenly stopped in front of the tall man who was still grabbing my dad. I knew I was next. I knew it. I started kicking him but didn't had any effect on him.

The tall man began saying, "She's a virgin, she costs a lot. Go and put her in the truck. She will have the same fate as her uncle when I took her when she was 17." Where are they going to take me!?

"MOM!!!!! DAD!!!" I continued yelling

"Please leave her" my father screamed.

The man nodded and we left the room. I continued sobbing and I became desperate. I left the room and the only sound that I heard were my screams in the halls. I saw the guards on the floor, their bodies were filled with blood. I couldn't take it anymore. Fear.

Fear an unpleasant emotion caused by the treat of danger or pain. Fear that I saw on both on my parents. Fear that I felt. How could fear disappear?.

I closed my eyes.