Innocent

Mystery Man Is Back

Bri's POV:

It feels like I've been here for a month. I know it hasn't been a month but hell when you're been held in one room as if you were in prison in solitary confinement, you'd probably feel the same way. I wonder if my dad is still looking for me. Did he give up, assuming that I was taken to a different country or even worse killed. I've had a lot of time on my hands to think about my life and what led up to this particular moment. I like everyone(Not everyone liked me), I was nice to everyone(Even though they definitely didn't deserve it), I think i'm a good person, regardless of my short comings. I don't know who would want to stoop so low to do something like this to be honest.

I still haven't seen the guy who has been being nice to me, only the grumpy crew. The longer I've been here the more I start to wonder: Is the nice one coming back, why would he be nice to someone who he kidnapped, is there a motive behind all of this. There's something off about this whole situation, I'm sure of it.

Someone knocks on the door and asked to come in. Speak of the devil, here he is, with his big contagious smile. Where the fuck has he been while these ass wholes have done whatever they wanted to do to/with me as they pleased. But why would he care, he's one of them no matter how nice he appears to be.

There was at least five minutes of silence until he finally spoke.

Mystery Man: How have you been?

Me: Is that a real question?

Mystery Man: Yes. I want to know how has everyone been treating you, since I've been gone.

Me: Well, if you must know...

I paused for a little while, trying to keep myself calm and trying to hold back my tears.

Mystery Man: Well are you going to say anything?

Me: Give me a fucking minute to compose myself damn!!!

Mystery Man: Okay little mama, calm down, when ever you ready just let me know, I'm about to go handle something real quick.

I didn't respond so he continued to walk out. This is some weird ass shit, why would he ask me that dumb ass question when they're cameras in the room I'm being held in, I'm pretty sure he watched over the videos from the time he left up until now.

But wait I do remember the big one telling the short one to go to some room and turn off the camera to router D, I guess he tried to whisper but I heard the whole mini conversation.

I heard footsteps approaching the room I was in, so I hid behind this dresser that was at an angle in the far left corner of the room. Someone knocked on the door but I didn't respond, I was too scared to move let alone say a few simple words like "Come in". Then I heard his voice say "Little Mama, it's me, you can come out now, you don't have to be afraid."  This sound like some killer type shit, but his voice was so calm and smooth so I felt comfortable to come from behind the dresser.
He told me to come to him, his arms were out stretched so I could come to his warm manly embrace. And that's exactly what I did, without hesitation. He whispered in my ear " You don't have to talk about it, everything was taken care of Little Mama, this will all be over soon, I promise." When he said everything was taken care of, I had a feeling I knew what he was referring to because I seen a little blood on the tip of his boot.

I guess I exhausted myself from crying because I no longer felt myself in his arms, instead I was in the bed and he was sitting on a chair a few feet away from the bed in was in, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, but not before he whispered "I'm sorry this happened to you Little Mama, but you'll be back home soon?