Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2 | THE HOSTAGE IRONY
I slowly try to open my eyes. I wince as the pain in my posterior comes back, I pull out my hands only to find them cuffed. I realise the pain is because of lying stiff on the floor.
I open my eyes finally, but the horror struck me when I see people who are sitting before me. They are either drunk or asleep, except a man. He is wearing pale blue jeans, with a blue shirt. He seemed to be the only decent person around here.
I struggle to remove the cuffs around my hands. I wanted to do it without grabbing the attention of the man who was sitting on the sofa.
I wonder where Ethan is, the only selfless thought which occurred to me during the past 10 minutes.
"You cannot remove it, unless someone helps you," The man says, which made me go numb for a moment. I pretend to be asleep, which I knew was useless when he walked towards me.
He looked hot, that was the first thing that was running on my mind. I know it is really dumb. I didn't know where I or Ethan is, I didn't know what will be happening to me. But here I am, wondering about the man in front of me.
"Where is Ethan?" I ask him. My voice sounds tiny and vulnerable, which was influenced by the ache on my back.
"Why would you be worried about him?" He asks me, clearly annoyed and confused.
"Because I love him," I answer with tears, which seemed to confuse him more.
"Well he was here last night," he answers and looks at me.
His eyes looked like emeralds, but the only difference is that they had no life. He had dimples that are rarely used, it looks like he hasn't smiled in ages. His hair is neatly placed with gel, even at midnights, which made me more curious.
"What do you mean by last night?" I ask.
"It has been 2 days since you were brought in," He answers sheepishly as my jaw drops open. What did Olivia do, that is something to think about. I hope she didn't call my parents, or they'd never allow me to be independent again.
"Why didn't you let me go then?" It felt stupid to ask, but they were tumbling down my mouth before I could even think about it.
"Don't ask too many questions," He snaps, which made me sulk. I noticed my dress all of a sudden and sulked more in embarrassment. I hadn't brushed in the past 2 days, and my stomach growls in hunger. The pain had not subsided, with an added discomfort.
"Marcus is coming, grab her outside," A man rushes inside, he looked as if he had seen somebody dying.
"Don't bother," The decent man told him when he was about to drag me somewhere.
"He'll be irritated," He tells the man.
"We'll manage. She might try to escape, which will cause more chaos and besides, we need her or we'll never manage to catch Ethan again, "He says, sending chills into my stomach.
"Alright shut her mouth with something," He tells a drunk man who was blabbering something about his cat, who eloped with a dog.
"Not him please," I ask him, wondering whether he'll listen to me, but it turned out as no.
The drunk man leaned down and he smelled of rotten eggs and reeked of alcohol. I struggle hard to be released from his grasp, but he was strong. He searched for cloth but found none. So he tore up his shirt and tried to press it to my mouth.
"No way," I scream just as another man walks inside. He stood still, hands on his pockets as the decent man stared at the drama. Tears flood down my cheeks as I realise that he's the boss, or an authoritative person because everyone was staring at us, in fear.
"It is nothing Marcus," The decent man whispered, pointing to the other direction. I remembered hearing the same name earlier, and it didn't feel any better.
He stared at me, looking into my eyes and locking the gaze. My body shuddered at the sight of him, everyone stared at us. His lips went into a thin line. He had black eyes and it reflected his agony, well that is what I felt. He inched closed as the drunk man steps back, I drag myself back not wanting to die.
"Why are you here?" He questions me instead of the decent man. I couldn't find my voice. He waits for a few minutes.
"Why is she here Aiden?"He questions the decent man. Marcus looks curious, whereas Aiden was trying to explain how I got here. Marcus had both his eyebrow arched.
"Okay," He answers and walks towards another room where Aiden had pointed out earlier. He stops short and turns.
"Don't stuff her mouth with that rag," He orders and the drunk man flinched back and bowed. I started wondering about the various things, how did Ethan end up offending Marcus? Ethan was someone violent, that was a known fact. The people here seemed to be toxic, I supposed that this was the last place he'd be related with and leaned against the wall.
I couldn't drift to sleep since I was afraid that they'll kill me. I tried to push my eyelids open, but they failed at one point leaving me unarmed and unconscious. A tap on my shoulder shook me wide awake.
"What is your name?" It was Marcus, and I was lying on a couch with a decent pillow. I wondered whether he did that, but I dug the idea into its grave. Did he just wake me up to know my name?
"Lucy," I whispered and he offers me a blanket. It was annoying, he could've just placed it on the couch when I was asleep, why wake me up?
Besides, why was he concerned? He places a food parcel on the table next to the couch, with a toothbrush inside. He didn't smile, which was creeping me out. I felt like a pig who was getting ready for slaughter. He won't eat me with the stench?
"You can change into something else if you want," He points to the cupboard and gets up to leave.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask him, propping myself up.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," He answers, ready to slam the door.
"Let me go," I cry, clutching the pillow from the armrest.
"you'll expose us," He gave a crooked smile and left, leaving me alone in a strange-looking room. I was happy that they didn't kill me while I was asleep, but I wanted to tell Olivia that I wasn't in danger, at least now.
I sat straight up, and look around the room. It wasn't the room of a teenager, since there were no posters on the wall. I didn't want to judge, because not all the teenagers had posters on the wall. I cursed under my breath as I open the cupboard.
It was not that the dress didn't look comfortable, I hadn't noticed a female figure in this house. But yet, this wardrobe was stacked with feminine outfits. I pick up something which was comfortable and not too revealing. I had to escape somehow, I imagined myself running in cosy pyjamas on the street. It was horrifying, so I pick up a dress that was not a pyjama, but a comfortable cotton frock.
But I couldn't imagine why Marus would be so kind to me, I meant nothing to him.
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