Two Broken People

Escape

I ran down the street with tears streaming down my face. I had enjoyed what Tyrell did to me. But I was with Elliot. I was starting to think I was falling for Elliot. I would never act on those lustful feelings for anyone. Not even Elliot. Not anymore. What did Tyrell call me? A trollop. I pulled out my phone when I was in an alleyway and googled the word, 'trollop'.

Trollop:

A noun; A woman who has many casual sexual encounters or relationships.

Used in a sentence: That woman's a real trollop. Every time I see her, she's with a different man.

But that wasn't me. I wasn't a trollop. I was taught better than that. To sleep around was to be a whore, and I didn't want to become that. I cried and cried and cried. What did Elliot think of me? The more I thought about Elliot the more depressed I got. He must hate me! My only chance of survival in this world was to distance myself. That is what I did best. It's all I knew. That way, no one would get hurt.

The Dark Army had the advantage. They took from me what I most loved. And it was up to ME to save them. It was a lot of weight on my shoulders. A heavy burden that I had to face. If I had to, I'd face it alone if it meant that my family would be safe. The more courage I found inside of myself, the more I found myself walking away from the pretty townhouses and closer to Coney Island. I took out my phone again and this time, I called my dad. I told him to meet me at the Farris wheel at Coney Island. Out of everyone in the crowd I noticed my father. He was wearing dark Jean's and a blue button down shirt. He looked worried, well.....a little more than worried.

"Tori, what's going on?", he asked me frantically and he pulled me into a hug. "How about we get on the Farris wheel and I'll tell you?", I asked him. "How much does it cost?", he asked. "Its on me, but you're buying dinner.", I said as I paid for our tickets to ride. "Tori, can't you just tell me what all this is about?", my father pried, " You can trust me." I tried to fight back my leftover hurt feelings, but I couldn't take it any longer my mouth exploded with bile and it was too late, "Trust is something that's EARNED." When the words were out of my mouth I soon regretted it. I sighed and moved a stray hair out of my face. My father stayed silent as I breathed a few deep breaths to calm down.

  "I'm sorry.", I finally said after a few moments of uncomfortable prolonged silence. "Dad, this powerful group, they hacked me and are blackmailing you so that you can do their dirty work. You are the only one who can get by security and who knows where the secret files are for them to blackmail the company you work for. My friend, Elliot helped me get rid of the viruses on my phone. He also got rid of my debt that was caused by the malware. I owe him so much. Also, my life, our family and extended family's lives depends on you doing this for this dangerous group of criminals.", I explained to him. "Tori. I won't do it. I abide by the law. I don't break the law.", my father protested. "I've been in hiding.", I suddenly said, "Elliot, the man who helped me has hid me from these dangerous people, has had me hiding with his friend, Tyrell." "Tyrell? Tyrell Willick?", my father sounded shocked. "He has connections with him. Work related. He has been.....hospitable. Yet I needed to leave.", I tried to explain to my father without giving too much away. "Tyrell Willick is a dangerous man, Tori. I don't trust him. There's just something about him that I don't like, what, I don't know, and I don't like not knowing.", my father said with a sigh. "You know Tyrell Willick?", I asked him shocked. "I've been working on the same corporation with him for 28 years. I only met him twice.", my father explained. "Dad, Elliot said that it was the last place they'd expect me to be. It was .....safe there in a way.", I lied. Being in the same house with Tyrell Willick was as safe as being out in the open with a F5 tornado. "Dad. I need you to do this. Please. This group has eyes and ears EVERYWHERE. They won't stop until they get what they want.", I tried to reason with him.

  "Baby, they are a terrorist organization!! They want to take down corporate America!! Do you understand? I won't do it! Have they threatened you physically?", my father was outraged. "No. But I was chased. We,  were chased.", I stated with grief. "Who was chased? Elliot and I were chased right after our phone call the other day.", I explained feeling exasperated. "These people are bad people, Tori. They're terrorists. They'll do anything to achieve their goal. Including killing someone. Now I don't know about this Elliot kid, but it seems like he's got you in more trouble than your last boyfriend.", my dad spoke more calmly.  "If you're not willing to help, then I guess we're all going to die.", I huffed out of frustration. My dad shook his head in frustration. Just then my phone rang, I stared at it for a while confused. It was a number that I did not recognize. There was a possibility that it could be the Dark Army.  I let it ring until I missed the call. A couple of seconds passed. It rang again. Somehow, it rang shrill and demanding. For a while that is the only sound I heard. The world started to spin, making me dizzy and disoriented. What would happen if I answered it? Would they come after me again? Would they take my dad? Would they kill us? Would they kill Elliot? The dark possibilities swirled around in my mind, causing me not to focus on the situation at hand. "Are you gonna answer that?", my dad asked very vaguely. "I.....I don't know.", my voice sounded strange. "Let me see.", he asked for my phone. I handed it to him. "Who is this?", my dad's voice boomed with authority. 

  "Well, I can see that. No, she is not.", my father sounded unfazed by the voice on the other line, "Listen here, if you come after my daughter, the authorities won't be able to find your body for months.", My father threatened the person on the other line. "DAD!", I shouted at him for threatening to kill someone. "SSSH.", he silenced me. A couple of moments passed and my dad spoke up again, "I'm sure there are, but I'd like to see you try." A couple of minutes passed and my father's face paled, his grip on my phone tightened until his knuckles were white. "Where do you want to meet?", my dad finally said in a melancholy voice. All of the sudden, my father looked frantically around him, and a chill went up my spine. Something told me they were here.