Chapter Four

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Opening her eyes once again, Maria looked around her. She was lying curled up in the back of a car. She tried sitting up, but someone had clipped a seatbelt around her in a comedic fashion. Groaning as she felt her leg, she felt someone shift beside her. 

"Your leg shouldn't hurt as bad now. I gave you some painkillers." A soft voice told her. Maria grunted as she pulled off the belt to sit up before clipping herself back in. 

"Where are we going?" She asked, staring at the man who sat beside her. She couldn't help but think that he looked almost identical to her. Face wise of course, he just looked older, and far more masculine. With more of a square chin. 

"Somewhere safe Maria." He said examining her cautiously for any other wounds. 

"I'm fine. Well, I will be. Apart from my leg," She muttered, "I want to get out. I want to go home." Carlos tried smiling at her. How do you explain this? True, he had gone about keeping her safe in the wrong way. But it was for the right reasons.

"You'll be reunited with your Madre soon enough." He spoke trying to be comforting but it flicked a switch inside her. 

"Leave my madre be! What the hell do you want from us?!" She hissed at him. Carlos sighed. "And I want my phone back!" Carlos raised an eyebrow at the fuming girl. Yeah, no. Maria wished more than anything at that moment that her phone still had it's tracking turned on. Her madre had turned it off as a sign of trust on her sixteenth birthday. 

"I want to keep my family safe." Maria reeled back wincing at the shooting pain in her that that caused. Family?

"It should've been your madre who told you. I'm your father." He quietly said. Maria paused. Wait what?

It kinda sounded like a line out of a cheesy movie. Girl gets kidnapped. Man who kidnaps her is her father. It was extremely unbelievable. But you couldn't deny the resemblance. She shook her head repeatedly praying she had misheard. But he was still staring at her oh so longingly. 

"You can't be," She gasped. He slowly nodded and stared out of the window. Maria closed her eyes and counted to ten taking deep slow breaths, a coping method that she had found to work at calming herself down. Carlos glanced at her worried. Oh. Meditation. He'd never really understood why people did that. Weirdos. 


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