Siyah. (On Hold)

Two

"𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓘 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓓𝓲𝓮𝓰𝓸"  -𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓷 (𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵)

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As soon as my shirt was ripped, I didn't need anymore indication for what I was here for. I knew this was going be my last day in the orphanage even if it cost me my life. I wasn't going to let him do whatever he wanted with me, I had to fight for myself. I kicked him again, hitting him on his leg making them wobble. That's all I needed. I grabbed the door handle and opened it running for my life. 

I didn't take anything with me because I didn't have the time to pack my things and flee the horrible place. I got out of the place, got quite far from the hellhole. But something worse awaited me that night.

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After some time, I stopped kicking my legs against the front seat because I knew it wasn't going to make any difference. The person sitting next to me, Salik was talking to Pasha who was driving and they acted like I wasn't even there. I continued to kick but he would just glare at me and place his hand over my knees to stop the movement of my legs.

The main man, sitting in passenger's seat glared at me occasionally through review mirror and whenever our eyes clashed I scowled at him. I didn't know him, he didn't know me then what purpose did he have to kidnap me? Just because I stole something minor from him. And he even took back all the cash and his cards. I sighed, finally giving up and leaning against the window. The roads were unfamiliar to me. Well, every road was unfamiliar to me because I had spent half of my life inside closed walls. Both sides of the road had thick woods and God knows where the hell he was taking me.

What if he locked me somewhere and informed Mishka about my secret escape plan? Mishka would be so mad and nobody would want to see Mishka mad. But it wasn't like I could do something to save my life, I just had to accept that now this was my fate and this man would write it. Whoever he was.

"Boss, what are we going to do with the girl?" Pasha, the man with salt and pepper hair asked his boss and my ears were instantly very sensitive to their conversation.

"Yeah, I mean Melek wouldn't be thrilled to have another trouble under his name." The guy sitting besides me spoke. Who was Melek? The guy in the front?

"She's someone special to Mishka brothers. That's all we should know." The guy in front spoke making me eyes widen. I swallowed nervously and looked at the back of his head. He was taking me to blackmail Mishka and knowing Mishka, he'd do anything to have me back. My hands shook with the thought of going back to that house. It was worse than a nightmare. I didn't want to get in to any trouble and I couldn't understand why trouble wasn't leaving me. From one man to another who was worse than previous one. I prayed silently, begging God to save me from this hell. 

The forest started thinning and then there was a cobblestone pathway leading up to a humongous iron gate. The gate opened as the car approached and driving further on the pathway, it finally stopped in front of a huge mansion that looked as big as Mishka's. The men got out and the main guy opened my door with such haste that I almost fell on the floor. I gasped in fear but his hands grabbed my shoulders and straightened me. He removed the tie from my legs and with my arm, hauled me out of the car.