Series Of Short Stories

Prisoner by chance

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How did I end up in this situation, no in-fact why am I in this dilemma. I ask myself this question over and over again as I hide out behind a door as some guard run past me.

     Just a month ago, I was living a hard life but now I've been thrown in a pit I don't know how to escape from, till now.

    As an orphan living alone trying to pay up to a million dollar debt thrown on me as a result of my dad's-who passed away- gambling addiction.

      I can still remember the day my dad, passed away, I was devastated and didn't know what to do anymore with my life. His funeral had just taken place and only very few people attended it. His gambling friends were the only ones that attended and after a few words of condolences, they left me alone there, that was when they came.

I was still standing in front of my dads grave when two bulky men, walking beside an average height man, dressed up in black, with shades on walked up to me. I thought they were also part of my dads gambling friends so I didn't feel threatened by their shady look until the average one stood beside me while the two bulky men stood infront and behind us.  A panic looked covered my face as the average man, whose name I found out to be Ramon, a gang leader, brought a gun out, I wanted to say something but I couldn't, I was literally shaking.

    "Ahh Natasha right". I nodded frantically. "You're going to be mine from today". He said smiling, and I looked at him in confusion, his?. He looked down at my dads grave.

  "Your papa didn't inform you, did he?, sad, well you see, your father owes me big money, say 2million dollars, and he gave me you as my collateral, which means you're my property". He told me cackling at the end. I felt betrayed when I heard what my dad had done, here I was shedding tears for him while he had sold me, made me someone else's property without my knowledge. The sudden anger I felt gave me a surge of confidence.

   "No, you can't do that, I'm not yours nor will I ever be, if it's the money you want, I'll pay you but over my dead body, I'll never be your property". I told him.

   "Well that can be arranged". He says deadly, bringing his gun out from his holster to my head and my eyes widened as I felt the cold metal on me, why did I have to allow my mouth to get smart with a gangster.  Then he smiled.

    "I'll give you the chance you want, but you'll have to work for me in return". He said, and that was how I agreed, he turned me to his personal slave, making me pickpockets, selling drugs, buying drugs, arranging them, even after having lots of men to do his bidding, it was nasty but I was willing to bear it till I could get away, this went on for the past few months.

    For a while now, I've been work free, I thought Vicenzo had finally lost interest in me or at least was letting me go but turns out I was wrong as he was only making me rest for a bigger job.

    He called me one afternoon, exactly six month after my dads death and told me I was to steal for him, but it wasn't the normal pickpocketing I did for him, he wanted me to go and steal a briefcase full of unknown drugs from the rivalry gang, with a spy he had. In return, I'll get the freedom I yearned for, I heard from one of Vicenzo men that the drugs were worth over 50million, no wonder Vicenzo was letting me go.

      The plan was for them to drive me towards the rivalry gang territory then I'll meet the spy and he'll get me into a certain room in a house, since he knows the place in and out, he'll show me how to escape through a garbage truck parked at the back of the building that'll drive me back, then abandon me, the plan sounded simple but deadly. It was a suicide mission and I could be shot before I can even steal the briefcase, I really wondered how I'll escape undetected.

     That was where I was now, I had just gotten the brief case from the room, it was carelessly placed in a glass box when I picked it up and an alarm sounded off, I was really ticked off considering no one told me about this and the spy with me fled, leaving me to myself, I hadn't even gone over the plan thoroughly but I could vividly remember the details, I suddenly had a bad feeling in me.

   I was presently hiding behind a door close to a living room, I just needed to find an air vent to hide in and make my way towards the back of the building. I found one and after much trouble I was able to pull myself up into it, that was how I maneuvered my way into a kitchen vent, the kitchen was behind the building so I dropped down quietly from the vent.

     "Stop". A voice boomed in the empty kitchen as I dropped down, I guess I wasn't so quiet after all. My hand made its way to the gun Vicenzo gave me incase of an emergency but I wasn't ready to use it, I didn't want to be a murderer so I took my chance. I ran.

    I was running through the kitchen and passed a corridor, Somehow I made it to the back door I was supposed to escape from. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me as I ran, i think the man i encountered had gotten help from the rest of the men looking for the intruder, me. I was only a few feet away from the door when a figure came out in front of me.

      He raised his gun and shot me, not once but twice. I stopped in my tracks, as the bullets penetrated in me, then I fell to the grounds hard, feeling all the air leaving me.

I place my hand on my stomach where I was short and groaned so this was how I was meant to die, i told myself looking up at the white ceiling, the light blinding my eyes.

I never got to live my life in this world, this was the destiny I had all along, why did I ever dream of being free, of falling inlove with a handsome and kind man that I could have kids with, kids we would've have always been there for, not like my mother who left or my father who sold me to this life, the life I never imagined I'd live and die by. I took the chance and thought I'd survive it, but here I am.

    I felt a hand roughly grab the suitcase from my hand, yes, I was still holding on to it, to the thing that caused my life, but what could I do. I should've allowed Ramon kill me when he pointed the gun to my head then, maybe I wouldn't have had a painful death like this one.

    "You stupid bitch". The man screeched, the rest of the people running behind me finally caught up, I saw them bowing their head to him, he was probably the boss. If he's the boss, then this is it from me, unless he wants to save me, but he has no reason to.

    The immense pain I was feeling was too much to bear for me, tears slipped from my eyes as I gasped for air.

  I heard him scoff. "You're better of dead". He said pointing the gun to my head. Yes, make my death easier, please, I begged in my head, I couldn't even say anything out, it was hard to even breath well.

 
    do it, do it, I was about to scream do it with all my might when the shot ran off.