Choices (Book 1)

Chapter 17

Moma's POV

What the fuck just happened?!? Am i dreaming? Why's it so dark?

I blinked my eyes a few times and it was still dark. I heard a couple of people talking but i couldn't recognize their voices. I tried to move but my hands were tied.

"Hey hey! She's moving." one of the guys said
"Do you think she's alive?"
"No dumbass she's dead and she's trying to walk her way to heaven."
I tried to hold in my laugh but it came out as some sort of snort.

One of the guys removed the bag from my head. My eyes took a while to adjust to the light then i noticed i was tied to a chair and I could finally see the two guys who were in the room with me.

They were some sort of bodyguards. One was extremely buff and looked like he could carry my car, with me in it. The other one was...skinny, how the fuck is he a bodyguard.

I looked at him and started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" he looked at me and i continued to laugh. He walked towards me.
"I said, what are you laughing at?"
"It's, It's just..you look so tiny for a bodyguard." He gave me a shocked look and i laughed even harder.

He clenched his jaw and sent a hard slap across my face. I was about to punch him, but i realized my hands were still tied to the chair.
"Do-not-disrespect-me" he said with his teeth closed together.

The bigger guy's phone rang and he kept saying "uh-huh. okay. yes boss." He turned to the bastard that slapped me and told him that "their boss" wants them in his office.

They walked out of the room. I tried to look for something to cut me loose. I moved my hands out of the rope but it only burned and scraped my skin.

The big guy walked into the room with a plate of food and a glass of some sort of juice. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of me.

"Here. Eat up." he took a big chunk of food and stuffed it into my mouth. I tried to chew and swallow as fast as i could...what can i say, your girl was hungry.

He picked up the glass and put a straw in it.
"Drink."
I started drinking, then i realized it was apple juice. I spit the juice out onto the guy's jacket.
"Why did you give me apple juice? I hate apple juice."
"Listen here missy. I'm just doing what my boss said I should do! I suggest you do the same. Now shut up and eat your damn food."

He continued to stuff the food into my mouth and me drink the apple juice.
"Who's your boss, and what does he want from me?" i said after swallowing my food.
"You'll find out soon." He stood up and placed the plate and glass on a metal table across the room.
"Okay, will you at least tell me what your name is?"
"Argh! Do you ever shut up." I shrugged. "I'm Dmitri. Before you even ask, yes i'm Russian." He walked out of the room and i heard the door lock.

I sat in the room thinking to myself. Wait, what if their boss is-
No, no way! She wouldn't do that to me. What if Jenny and Derek were right. What if my mom is doing all of this?

I remembered all the suspicious calls and her weird late nights out. Oh and the call she had about paying someone her money. What if she's doing this so that someone can pay ransom money then she can pay the person back and leave for good.

I sat there thinking about how stupid I am for believing my mom could just show up out of the blue after she left me.

I felt a lump in my throat and tears filled my eyes. No Moma! We don't cry. Moma Jones does not cry! I sniffed and held back my tears. Oh when I get out of here, I am definitely going to kill her.

Derek's POV

It's been 18 hours since Moma left and i'm getting worried. She usually calls me when she gets home and this time, nothing. No call, no texts, just nothing.