"She's beautiful, boss-man, isn't she?" I heard someone behind him speak.
Boss-man nodded his head and eyed me. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, I ran my hand back and forth up my arm and looked away. I didn't like the way his eyes on me felt. It made me feel like I was naked in front of an arena full of people or selling myself for something in return.
"Yeah, good job, Kilo. You can go. I've got it from here." I heard the guy boss-man had informally introduced as Kilo walk off and his foot steps sounded as if there were hardwood floors. I'd remember that.
I looked up when I heard the door slam slightly causing me to also jump in the process. Honestly, I just didn't want to stay here, I just wanted to go back home and be with my family, Ashleigh, Kendrick. I missed them awfully and it's only been a few hours. Who knew how long I'd be here and how long I'd miss all my friends and family.
"Hey, Solana." He spoke finally snatching me from my thoughts.
"W-What?" I asked timidly, "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
He chuckled and smiled which I had to admit was pretty nice. "Call me Slim. How ya' feelin'?"
"Fine. I've only been here a few hours ya' know." I bit back matter-of-factly.
Once again he chuckled and his smile spread, "That's cute, feisty. But, sweetheart, try three weeks." My eyes bucked as I tried not to believe what he'd just told me. "Actually, I thought we'd have to take you up to the Black River to get rid of you."
"You're lying. I've only been here for a couple of hours and my parents and the police are going to find you. You can't outsmart the law."
"Baby girl, I've been doin' just that for about twenty years now. Guess again."
I bit my lip casually and rolled my eyes. Of course he has. Ignoring his presence, I placed the tip of my thumb between my lips and thought of some way I could escape. There were no windows, the only way I could see so far was through the door. Sighing, I looked a t his grim face, his hazel eyes and freckles. Much like mine. I continued to inspect him. On the inside of his wrist, was a small calligraphic word that read Ya Allah if I wasn't mistaken.
Allah.
God.
I'd remember that too.
I rolled my eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again, "Obviously, you're wondering how you got here. That's just fine, sweetheart." He walked over to the door, called for someone and immediately, two men wheeled a television into the room.
"Boss-man" flicked the t.v. on and I noticed it was a news cast. Seriously? I thought to myself, I don't give a duck about the news.
"Watch it," He ordered.
Disobediently, I looked away, pursed my lips, and crossed my arms all at once. Who watches the news anyways? The lady continued speaking and when I heard a familiar name, I looked up.
"Crenshaw Heights senior, Rakim Mayers was convicted of kidnapping and possibly murder as of last night. Solana Rowe has been missing for three weeks ever since the school held their annual school prom.
"Witnesses say Rowe was last seen leaving the even with boyfriend Kendrick, and friends, Ashleigh Wethers and Isaiah Rashad. More to come on this shocking story."
"In other news," A male anchor took over, "President Obama-" Boss-man turned the t.v. off and turned to me. A grin parading across his face.
So, it was true? Three weeks?! How could no one have found me by now?
"Rakim. Your little friend..." He chuckled, "Apparently, not so much."
"R-Rakim did this to me?" I whispered more to myself than anything.
He nodded, "And, if I'm not mistaken, didn't he try and lure you away from lover boy at the prom three weeks ago?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, anger immediately stirring inside of me. How would he of all people know that? Was he there? Had he had people watching me while Rakim and I danced?
"How do you know about that?" I bit out.
"I have my ways, baby. Actually-"
"Aye, Slim!" Someone called from outside "my" room.
"Gotta go." He stood up from the shambles that shouldn't have been allowed to be called a bed and hurried out of the room. Great. I didn't even get to ask for something to eat.
Obviously, they were medically ignorant because they would've kept me hydrated during my unconscious hiatus. They should've assumed that I was hungry also, because I really was. A three week old empty stomach is not what's up, and on top of that my skin was dry and scaly. Also, my lips were dehydrated and peeling, and my hair! It was so crunchy and brittle.
This whole hostage thing was not going to work for too much longer.
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