It was around 10 p.m. at night, and I had been in my room for the rest of the time after the dinner incident, as Jane the maid had instructed me to, when I suddenly heard a knock on my door that scared me out of my wits.
It was a different, unfamiliar voice: "Little miss, are you in?"
"Yes?"
A middle-aged woman whom I did not recognise came in, dressed in fully black, formal office outfit: "Hello Young Miss, I better introduce myself to you." she said in the most stern voice, "I am Josephine Pom, your grandmother's personal assistant. As instructed by her, I have come to give you this phone. Just a word of warning, do not try to call the emergency services, as trust me when I say that it will end worse for you and your mother than for us." she mocked me with a fake smile at the end.
She placed it on the table beside and I took it in my hands, and I immediately recognised that this wasn't my phone. "Wait, where is my real--"
By the time I looked up from my phone she had already slammed the door of my room and I could hear her heels paced into the distance. I sighed and put my head in my hands, rubbing my temple hard, tired of this place.
What was up with these people? What was the deal with this stupid family?
If this grandmother of mine was going to start to take my freedom away like this, my life away like this, then I wouldn't stay still too.
At least I would still be able to make calls with this phone, right? And so I began to dial in numbers, trying to call Ma. Her personal phone number didn't work, making me panic. My hands began trembling and it became hard to dial with the phone shaking so much. When I dialled her UK office number was unavailable too. I hit my head with my fists, trying to remember other numbers.
"Should I call my dad?" I whispered desperately under my breath. Would he even recognise my voice? Was his number still the same? And a sudden thought came to my head: could it be that Ma is in Japan?
I slowly dialled the Japanese fixed number I once had memorised when little, half-hoping she would, and half-hoping she wouldn't pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ma!" I sighed out in relief.
"Hoshiko, what is wrong with your voice? Are you okay?"
"Please tell me you are not in Japan!"
"I am, Hoshiko. Your father... he's..."
Oh, no. It couldn't be what I was thinking... right?
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The Beta Cancri Queen
Teen FictionAnd I knew I was done for, as he carried me in his two arms and before I knew it, I was in another black London cab. He just kidnapped me... and no one noticed through his smart move. He did this on purpose, so that we looked like a couple, so that...
