Eres Mía

~ 20 ~

~ papa's mansion ~

I woke up in my room, rays of the sun decorating my desk and bed. I sighed happily and stretched my arms.

I stepped out to the balcony in shorts and a long sleeve shirt and stared out at the view. The breeze made me shiver yet I felt... refreshed.

The events of last night replayed in my head as I stood out there, the people and cars rushing along as they normally would.

Suddenly, I felt my head being pulled back and a blade touched my neck.

"Walk." his voice said.

"Enzo..."

"Walk."

"At least let me put on some sweats."

"Fine." he huffed.

I grabbed some sweats and pulled them on. The minute I stood up, the knife took its place back on my neck.

"Jeez..."

"Cállate." he shushed me.
[translation: shut up]

I stayed silent. Clearly something was going through his head and I didn't want to be killed.
I still hadn't listened to the Good News album fully.

He walked me out of my room and through the living room of the mansion.

"Enzo, qué estás haciendo con mi hija?" my dad said.
[translation: what are you doing with my daughter?]

We turned around to see my mother standing there in shock and my father with his hands held up as if he was ready to surrender something.

"I'm sorry Don."

With that, he pulled me out of the house and shoved me into his car. He gagged me and I sat in the backseat, my hands tied together in front of me.

"Enzo. Mírame, por favor."
[translation: look at me, please.]

His eyes flicked up to the rear-view but kept driving.

"Why are you doing this? Who's making you do this?"

The car screeched to a halt and I winced at the sound.

"Get out."

"I can't really-" I started as he cut me off.

"I know you undid the ropes, so get out."

Damn, he's good.

I stepped out the car, running my fingers over my wrists to soothe the pain of the ropes. Enzo walked to me and pulled out his gun.

He glanced at me every now and then as he secured the bullet rounds and clicked the safety off the gun.

I inhaled sharply.

"When I was asked to kidnap you, I didn't want to do it. I never wanted to get involved. But I did. And now I regret it because I have to kill you now."

He lifted the gun and pressed it to my temple.

But, why? Why would he need to- Oh.