Handled

Chapter Thirty-Three

I spoon another mountain of lucky charms into my mouth watching TV while my Mom and Dad giggled in the kitchen together, like I wasn't here or the other three men that were guarding us weren't here. 

I try to concentrate on my show and ignoring the heavy breathing of my parents from somewhere behind me in this cabin they'd kept me locked away in. 

It's only been two days since they saved me but I am fine. Just some bruising on my face which is going away quickly and my fucked up ribs which should heal soon, but I looked fine enough to go into public and not be stared at. 

I sighed heavily when I hear my Dad grunt, "we are all going taste the rainbow when I projectile vomit from you two groping each other like no one else is in the room," I call back to them making them giggle more as I sink further into the couch. 

One of the guards fights a smile as my parents finally stop molesting each other in the kitchen and come and sit on the couch with me. 

"We've made some plans, Zo, and we want to hear your thoughts," my Mom smiles brightly, the happiest I've seen her in a while. 

I roll my eyes, "is this about you two going to Italy?" I ask. 

They pause stunned, "how did you know?" 

"You two are not quiet and David is a dirty gossip," I smirk just as he calls from somewhere in the house in objection. 

My Mom rolls her eyes at me, "what do you think?" 

"I think congratulations. I think save me a room, I think you should go, have fun! The bakery has great employees they can handle themselves while you're away and if you need me to go scare them into more work, I'd gladly do it," I smile as she sends me a dark look. 

"I just don't want you to feel abandoned, especially since all thats going on. You being snatched, the stalking-"

"Cameron turned out to be a stalking hero, so I don't think that counts," I quickly add. 

She pinches my leg, "it does count. Also, we can't forget you're break up, are you sure you want me to go?" 

I blink wildly at her and my Father, "what break up? No one broke up, what are you talking about?" 

They roll their eyes at me, "Silos and you broke up," my Father clarifies. 

"No we didn't." 

"You refused to see him," he adds. 

"We weren't together in the first place, therefore we couldn't have broken up. I don't want to talk about this, okay? Yes, go shake some ass in Italy, I approve. I'm fine, for the millionth time."

They shoot each other unimpressed looks. They seem to be wanting to say something more when loud banging starts up on the front door. 

Flashes of guns are drawn as we all turn to watch one of the guards slowly open the door. 

My cereal almost tumbles to the floor as my best fucking friend, Valerie mother fucking Cords, storms inside. Her eyes wildly searching the place before landing on me and like twin faucets we begin sobbing at the same time as I shove my cereal onto my Dad and rush to meet her half way. 

We collide into a strong hug, my heart nearly exploding at the sight of my friend I hadn't seen in months. 

Her hair was in twists that came down to her back, her honey brown skin was slightly pale but filled out as she held me to her, her body shaking as we cried in each other's arms. 

"I heard you were kidnapped," she chuckled a sob into my shoulder. 

I laugh with her, "I was. It fucking sucked, but I'm fine," I hold her tighter, her slightly taller body a bit slimmer than my own. "I heard you have a boyfriend with tattoos and a tight flexible ass," I chuckle as she laughs along with me.