Not A Hit List

Untitled Part 3

When I woke up again I was on a soft bed. I squinted my eyes in the darkness looking around the room, I could see a faint light that shone from underneath the door. I quickly hopped off the bed. Only then did I realize I had actual clothes on. Though, they were very big on me and baggy. It was gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. I sighed an opened the door, stepping into the hallway. I followed the light to a living room where at least eight boys sat playing video games and joking. Three adults whispered in hushed voices at the table in the open area behind the couch. Clearing my throat I caught every ones attention.

"You shouldn't be awake." Darrius spoke. I felt nervous under the intense stares of 22 eyes on me.

"You're right," I agreed, adding on, "I should be at home in my bed, sleeping but instead I find myself here."

I glared at Darrius suddenly hating him. He made me break the rules. I wish he never interrupted what happened in the bathroom at school. I wish I was home getting my leg stitched up by the men who controlled my life.

"Why is there no longer a pocket knife in my leg?" I wondered out loud stupidly.

One of the older men who had been whispering before I interrupted stood up. He was a very tall man, thin and lean. The man stalked towards me, he looked at me intensely. I stared at him just as he stared at me. Soon he was inches from my face. He inspected my face before grabbing my shoulder and pulling me into his chest.

"My darling, it's so wonderful to finally meet you," He rasped out, kissing my hair. I instinctively pushed him away but he didnt budge.

"Get off me you creep." I shouted pushing him again. This time he let go and took a step back. He grinned at me almost causing me to shudder. He smelt the same way my dad did every time he came home. I froze in my spot with wide eyes. No, he couldnt be.

"Hey boss," A familiar voice called from behind me. "The girl ain't in the room--"

His voice stopped short when I whirled around. Our eyes locked and my suspicions were proved to be correct. I shook my head and took a step back. I backed into the tall mans chest.

"You're just as beautiful as the pictures." The man grabbed my waist pressing me harder against him.

"No," Tears started to stream down my face as all the boys stared in confusion. The two older men shook their heads with knowing looks on their faces. "You can't be here. This can't be happening."

The man laughed humorlessly, "Dont worry, darling, we already took care of your daddy."

I shook my head and pulled out of his grasp. I grabbed the lamp that sat on the table in the hallway. I held it ready to throw it at him. My eyes flickered to Darrius, did he know these people? What these people did?

"Oh, darling," The man paused, chuckling to himself. "Did you know that Marcus is actually not your father?"

"You're lying, you bastard." I yelled. He stepped closer to me and I took a step back.

"No, you are lying to yourself." He was suddenly in front of me, holding my face in his hand, pushing the lamp away with the other. I thought back to my dad. I never noticed that we didnt look alike at all. My dad had red hair with hazel eyes, he was always tan even in the sunless winters. My natural hair color was a bleach blonde and I had bright blue eyes, I was so pale I was almost white.

"If you are telling to truth where is your evidence," I choked. I prayed he was just lying. The man turned my head so I was facing a mirror on the wall to our left.

"There is my evidence."

I stared at the reflection in the mirror. The resemblance was incredible. He had the same electric blue eyes, same frown, his hair was almost snow white. But our strikingly similar looks didn't prove anything.