Chapter 8: His Price

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Veronica's POV....

Once they leave and I could hear their footsteps down the stairs I immediately started looking for a way out

I was running and pacing around the room like a god damn dog looking for water

I was still in my 4 inch high heels and my red dress

That made my plan a lot fucking harder, plus they fucking cuffed me. 

"Come on you mother fucker!" I whisper yell trying to figure out how to get the fuck out of here

"Fucking hell!" I yell hitting the wall

I yell, punch, kick, scream just trying to get an answer

A way out

Fuck

This remind me to much of when my mother died.

"Fuck you, Mr. Mendez" I yell out in a high pitched kids voice

I walk over to my corner and sit down bring my knees to my chest and my chin to my knees

I try closing my eyes but the only thing I could see was from 9 years ago

I close my eyes trying to push away the flash backs

But there was no use

Blackness then took over me. Leaving me in the corner re living the night my mother died.

"Mamá, qué vamos a hacer?" I whisper to my mother who's tied together next to me

"Todo va a estar bien cariño. Te lo prometo, vas a salir de aquí. No te va a llevar, entiendes?" My mother promise

"Mami allí nos va a matar. No quiero morir, quiero ir a casa y estar contigo, papi, Leo y Atlas. Mamá, solo quiero ir a casa contigo." I sob next to my mother

I was tied up, so was my mom. We were stuck here in a basement by our selfs

Some bad men from Daddy's office came after me and mother after school.

They tied us up, threw us in a trunk and we ended up here

"Lo sé cariño, te prometo que pronto nos iremos a casa." My mother assures me

I then hear heavy footsteps coming to the door

"Mami ahí viene! Los hombres malos que vienen" I whisper yell to my mom

"Get behind me Veronica"

I get behind my mom trying to hid from the bad men

"Oh hey pretty ladies" One of the bad men said, "We're gonna have a little fun, yeah?"

"No you leave my daughter alone you piece of shit. Let her go, do whatever the Fuck you want with me. Just leave her alone, please" My mother begs

"Oh no can do Mrs. Jones" The man then looks at me

"Your father, Mr Jones or as you would call papi" He gets closer to me,"Owes me a shit tone  of money, you two are his price"

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