Imposible Love(Slow updates)

Chapter 3

Samantha's P.O.V

"Who are you?" I ask trying to hide my fear. "Jacob." He says. "Jacob Francesco."

That sounds familiar...

"Am I supposed to know you?" I ask, again hiding the fact that I am about to pee my pants. He ignores me and instead looks at Liz saying, "Sweetheart..." His voice low in a warning. Liz looks at him and says, "Hmm?"

"Why are these people in my house?" He asks rudely. Liz clears her throat and says, "We went to the house to make the pick up, but the people who actually showed up to the house were Charles, Samantha, and Jessica, Samantha's friend, and we knew they didn't have the money- hell they don't even know about the damn debt- and since you said to do whatever it takes to get the money, I decided to bring them in as bait so that he can actually pay the money"

What the hell is going on? Where are mom and Dad? How come they weren't there to welcome me home? Did they lie to me all the time? Has my whole life been a lie? These questions come rushing to my head as the feeling of anxiety builds up in my chest. My parents have never really been there for me. Yes they taught me how to use a gun and protect myself, but they were never really my parents. They were always too busy and never had time for Liz and myself. I used to drown myself with my studies and get A's to make them proud but it was never enough. I wonder if they ever did love me... did they-

My thoughts get cut off by Tomas' cheer of happiness as he unties the frightened Jessica and walks out of the room. "Jessica! Don't worry I'll come get you! We'll get home I promise!" I shout as they get farther and farther away from my view.

I hear a husky chuckle and turn to look at the guy whose name I believe is Jacob as he says, "It's adorable how you think I will actually let you out of here alive." That made me roll my eyes and say, "You should. Given the fact that WE DID NOTHING YOU!"

He wraps his hand around my throat which makes my pulse pick up as he says, "I'll be damned if I let you out of this alive. Over my dead fucking body."

I spit on his face and he slaps me making me yelp out in pain. He glares at me and says to the others, "Take her to the cellar. Both of them, don't make me have to do it myself."

Liz unties my straps and leads me further down the stairs and throws me- literally- into a cell. Next comes charles- The guy lets him in gently- and sits next to me. He hugs me and pulls me close as they lock us in the cell.

When they leave I turn to Charles and say, "Who are these people? Why does Liz call that man her Dad? Where the hell are Mom and Dad? Did you know about this but didn't tell me about it? Why didn't you? How come Liz calls these people her family? What debt are they talking about? Why did Mom and Dad leave? Why were we kidnapped? What will happen to Jessica? Is she going to die? Are you going to die? Are we going to die?!"

He grabs my arms and rubs them softly, "It's okay, calm down. I'll tell you what's going on, but you need to calm down." I take a deep breath and nod.

"Okay. So.."

Charles' P.O.V

I made my way to the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to have my Chelsey in my arms. As I made it to kitchen, I noticed that there was nobody cooking. It was dead silent.

"Chelsey?" I call out. Nothing. No response. "Baby! I brought you some skittles, I know how much you like those!" Still nothing.

"Charles! Charles! Help! Please help me!" I heard Chelsey scream from the foyer. I immediately grab one of the knives and run down to the foyer where I see two men trying to drag Chelsey out the door.

"Hey!" I yelled as I pointed the knife in their direction. They chuckle and another man walks in along with Ms. Lizbeth? I frown in confusion as the man walks towards me. The two men whisper something to the man who looks like the boss before an evil smirk grows on the boss' face as he walks closer to me.

"What do you want from us? I'll do anything just don't... don't hurt her." I pleaded. The boss' smirk gets bigger before he says, "Listen... Charles isn't it?" I nod. "Charles, your boss owes me some money. Like a lot of money. And you along with your lady here will do as I say... when I say it. You're a part of my gang now. Unless of course you'd like to witness your lady getting raped and killed right now. I'm sure my guys would love to get inside her tight pussy. Especially John. He hasn't been very active. Wouldn't you like that John?"

"Mmm, she is really pretty." John says as he kisses her neck causing her to whimper. "Don't you touch her." I growl.

"So. What do you say, Charles? Do we have a deal?" The boss asks.

"Yes, yes, yes! Whatever you want! Just please... let her go" I say. The boss smirks and says, "Good choice Charles. Good choice." John and the other man throw Chelsey towards me.

"We will contact you in case we need you. Don't think about running away because we will find you. Don't speak to anyone about this conversation because we will kill you. You are to do anything and everything we ask you to do. Do as you're told, and we will protect you. Disobey our orders, you will die. Understand?" He asks.

"Yes, boss" I say as I comfort Chelsey who is crying on my shoulder. The boss smirks and says, "Good. We will be in touch."

They all turn and leave me wondering what just happened.

...

Samantha's P.O.V

"So... you're telling me.. That you and Chelsey are part of a gang?! The guy that kidnapped us?!" I snap at him. Charles looks at me in disbelief before snapping, "He was gonna hurt Chelsey! Besides, they're not as bad as they seem, Chelsey has gotten many more friends and she's gotten out of her shell. Protection is just a bonus. They're like the family I never had and you know what I mean, Samantha"

I did. I did know what he meant. Charles didn't really ever have a family. He spent most of his live at Juvie or in a foster home. His mother died when she gave birth to him. His father went to jail from vandalizing a bank. And he didn't have any family that lived in Italy. So he had to go to a foster home. He was a troubled teenager. He would steal from stores, dely stores. Supermarkets, you name it. He stole from it. He spent several years in Juvie and nobody wanted to adopt him.

Then he turned eighteen.

They kicked him out to the street. He spent in the street, hungry and cold for three months. And then Chelsey found him. She was coming home from buying groceries when she saw him looking through the garbage for food. She approached him and took him to the house.

Dad gave him a job along with food and a place to sleep. He and Chelsey got together and the rest is history.

I shake my head and push away the bad memories before saying, "you're right. I'm sorry. But, what does all this have to do with Liz calling that Jacob guy 'Dad'?"

"Jacob and Liz go way back. Apparently-"

"Charles! Someone wants to see you" an unknown voice says cutting charles off as a crying Chelsey runs towards the closed cell.

"Charles!" she whimpers as she reaches the bars. "Chelsey! Baby, I'm okay I promise" charles says as the man opens the door and lets charles out.

"Hey! What about me?!" I scream as the man closes the door in my face. "Boss said to keep you here until we know what to do with you. Sorry girly" the man says with amusement.

I spit on his face and snarl saying, "you and your Boss can go rot in hell!" the man opens the door and slaps me across the face before kicking my side and saying, " learn your place you fucking c*nt." I lay there whimpering as he closes the door.

This day cannot get any worse.