Chapter 85

***Chrissy***

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My body hurts, my eyes are sore. I don't recognize the place that I am—not that my eyes are open rather they are blinded to folds.

Flashback starts:
“I sent him away... FOR GOOD!” Ellen tells me as soon as she falls in step beside me. I hug my chest as we walk to her car.
A few minutes on the way, Ellen stirs up another heating conversation.
“How about Dayle, did you speak with him?”
“No! Don’t what he's up again, I didn't think that he would do something like that...”
“It's unbelievable. That means Dayle has always had you as a target—he’s such a cunt. Plainly. At least he didn't get his way with you, right?! It's more important, what do you think?” she asks and I swallow up. I can't answer that. The reason why this exposed list is hurting me more than anything is that Dayle and I had been intimate since the beginning of time—the time I moved into the mansion. I'm guilty of being checkmated even if they believe that I am not sexually acquainted with Dayle. Heck, I am. On top of that, I have strong feelings for him. It hurts me to know that I am not the only one in his life, he's had several girls.
I thought that I'm different from all of them but now it seems to me that I'm just like them...
“Chriss? Chrissy, are you even listening?”
“Er... Yeah... I heard what you said,”
“Fuck!” she looks into the road squeezing her face. “I think we have company!”
“What company?” I look back and front, we are in the middle of two black-tinted jeeps. I’m petrified because it's not normal. Ellen tries to speed up but they are obstructing the way.
“Perhaps it's your convoy, they think that you're missing...” she says and chuckles. “Gosh, your life is something to admire!”
“Elle it's not funny, that's not Dad’s convoy. I don't know these people either...”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she starts panicking like me.
The road is now blocked by the jeeps and we are now stuck. I dial Dom since he was supposed to pick me up from school but there's no time to phone him. We are surrounded by tall huge men in black outfits and masks, then guns. My phone falls off from my hand as we scarily step out of the car.
The men aren't speaking, they are only motioning with the tips of their guns. They push Ellen away while I forcefully walk ahead with them. They wouldn't let me turn to see if my friend is fine.
Tears start streaming down nonstop.
“What do you want from me? It's not me you want! Let me go!” I plead with them but no one answers me. I'm forced into the jeep and that's when my eyes get blindfolded by a man already in the car. He's wearing a mask too.
“CHRISSYYYYYY!”
I hear Ellen cry out but I can't say a word. I only remember getting hit with a shaft of a gun.
Blank!
Flashback ends:

I can't explain the reason why I'm here. I have been here for God knows when no one has even come to see me talk or something. This is a strange case of kidnap, I suppose. My stomach keeps churning now and then. I'm wondering how Mom and Dad must be worried, and Dom as well. Everyone. Dayle too...
I hear the sound of the door creaking, I hear the clanking of heels and stamps of men’s shoes as well.
“Please, let me go! I'm not the one you want—”
“Shut it! Daughter to a homewrecker!”
A feminine voice snaps at me. Who's she? What does she want? Why did she call me the daughter of a home wrecker? What is that supposed to mean?
“Well, you're such a bait darling, you're what I need to get to Owen, that bastard of a man—”
“He's a good man!” I interrupt defiantly.
I feel hands strong around my arms while I grapple but they are too strong for me to handle. I feel something nudging my head, perhaps a gun. I keep calm, of course, I don't want to die.
“How would you know, girl? When Owen has blinded you with gifts and luxury, how on earth would you know?” she asks, I hate the ego in her voice. “You know nothing about Owen, you're just blinded by the things he has to offer to you, foolish girl. And there you have Lena—she must be realizing that she's nothing but a fool by now—”
“Speak highly of my Mother, she's better than you!” I snap angrily.
“Hush that brat up! Next time you'd be shut forever,” she says and the men hold me tightly. Why? I'm not even going to be able to escape them even if I try. Dumbasses. I cuss inwardly.
“Once your so-called foster father returns my son then you'd return to your pathetic mother!” she adds angrily. I hear her clanking away—out of the room. The other men release my arms and follow her. The last I hear is the slam of the door. I'm bound to my legs so I can't even move a skin or see where I'm headed. Fuck.
I start so ing silently.
I didn't bargain or plan for this.
What did she mean by her son? Is it Dayle? How can he be her son when his Mother died three years ago? What son is she referring to? Dom cannot be her son either. Fuck. He's a grown-ass man for crying out loud then who's Dayle?
Could she have lied but of what use would it be lying to a teenager like me?
She wouldn't abduct me if she didn't want something from Dad. The question is does Dayle know that he's not his mother’s son?

**
The intense sound of the creaking door wakes me up from my slumber. I struggle to lift my body into a sitting position.
I had been sleeping for how long now? I don't know.
I hear footsteps approach where I'm seated. Next, I'm carried arm in arm like a prisoner. I'm dragged out of God knows where and taken to where I have no idea about.
“Take off the blinds!”
I hear the same feminine voice from the other time. My eyes are instantly free.
The woman in from of me is dark-haired, slim, and pretty. I mean her skin is fair-toned, her eyes are pretty, and she seems to like these cosmetic model billboards. She is pretty and now her voice suits her body well. Egoistic.
I stare at her carefully but I know that I haven't seen her, not even in the slightest opportunity. I don't recognize her.
“Who... Who are you?” I ask calmly.
She giggles, her red-painted lips curve before she sips from the glass in front of her. I scrutinize the place, it is fancy and modern. Why will a rich woman abduct me anyway? I don't think that money is money. Fuck, didn't you remember that she asked for her son? I ask myself.
“Untie her!” she instructs the men again. I'm unbound. I wiggle my hands lightly, it's sore. “Let her wash off, then we'll talk!” she adds. The men take me arm in arm, leading me to a room.
“You have ten minutes!” a hoarse-toned man says to me. I enter the room while they wait outside. I rush to the shower and start scouring my skin, I'm sticky. It confuses me to know that I can't keep track of how long I've been here but it's more than a day. Or days. I can't tell.

*
I return to the room escorted by the terrifying men again. I'm forced to sit by the table. I'm served two sandwiches and a glass full of milk. How will this sustain me, I ask myself but it doesn't stop me from munching the food. I haven't eaten for some time now.
The woman comes into view foolishly walking around me until she she seats on the chair directly opposite me.
I'm onto the second sandwich, she clears her throat. I halt eating for a second.
“Do you like it?” she asks I remain silent. “Well foolish girl, we have a lot to discuss. In the end, your stay will determine whether or not your foster father will come over to get his foster princess!” she sarcastically says to me. I toss the rest of the sandwich back into the plate.
“Are you mad at me, foolish girl?—”
“Stop calling me... That. I have a name—”
“I'm not of poor descent and so I can't pronounce your name!” she says, That's too much to say to me. She's rude and wicked. Why did I think that she'd ever be nice?
“What do you want from me?” I ask her firmly. She chuckles and replies.
“I'm Dayle’s mother!”
Fuck! Did I hear that well?