Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 45 - We Get Sold

   Time played a cruel joke on me. Then again time always played a cruel joke on me, almost throwing obstacles at me when I least expected. From childhood until now I never learned how to be fully prepared. Mother died before she could teach me anything properly other than hiding away from the world. That I could do. I can be locked in one room for days without complaining because I grew up like that. Mother taught me a lot about the lurking danger in the open world and she also taught me what to do when it came to facing it.

You don't face it, you just run. You run so far away until your feet bleed but even then you don't stop. And when you're done running...you hide. Simple. You run and you hide.  That was my mother's Survival Guide 101. I would have known what to do if it was my choice of hiding away from the world but here the case was different.

I was forced to be hidden away from the world. I knew nothing about my whereabout, who these people were, and what their motives were here. I just knew one solid thing for sure. My father had found me. I didn't expect a fairytale here where the long lost princess and the father rejoiced upon finding each other. But, I also didn't expect to be shackled against the wall half-naked in the basement along with other helpless women. 

I pulled against the shackles but it was no use. My only hope to all this was the GPS trackers embedded into me. I turn my head to look around unfamiliar faces around the room. There were ten women here all looking at me. No one blinked, no one looked away, and no one made a move to come towards me or talk to me. Only then, one fragile girl beat the odds.

"You're his daughter," she spat, vehemently. I could practically feel the poison coming out of her. I watch her lips thin. Then the other one stood up and tension coiled deep into my belly. I could practically feel the room growing angrier and angrier at me and the walls suddenly started to close in on me.

"All of this because of her," the other one says. I frown. 

"Shitty father and a shitty daughter. Both deserve to die."

"Wait, didn't she run away from her father?" I turn my face sharpy to face a brunette girl who looked no older than nineteen. I had a lot to say to that but I stayed mum because I knew better. These girls had a lot to say because they didn't know my story but I wasn't here to entertain them. I was here to remain alive long enough to find Kayla, and also get these women out of here in one piece. But, then Kayla happened and a cold realization hit me sharp in the face. I lean forward.

"Kayla. Where is Kayla?" She is the reason I am here because otherwise, I was perfectly fine hiding. I didn't need to see this evil man. I didn't have to. But, I needed answers and I needed them quick. In a situation like this, I was hoping for someone to stand up to me and answer me but no one did. All I got was pure, poisonous hate thrown at me with just stares and I didn't understand why. I didn't understand why they chose hate over surviving and staying alive. So, I tried again. 

"Please. If you know anything about Kayla--"

"Why should we tell you?" A blonde woman spits. I look at her battered body. Bruises on her faces are still very fresh and there's still fresh blood and dried up old blood on her face. 

"Is she...is she still alive?" I whisper, hoping and praying she had enough humanity in her left to answer me with just a single word. She stays silent and just stares at me but I know she wants to answer me. Her mouth opens and then it shuts and it never happens again. 

"I need to know if she's still alive. Please." I pull against the restraints and wince when it stabs my skin. I want to cry. I vowed to not ever cry coming down here but right now, at this very moment, I just want to cry. And I start to tear up in frustration because there's no hope but then suddenly...someone else jumps into my rescue. Someone who looks at me not with hate but...with pity. It's like she can feel me, and understand me.