3 days have gone by ever since the fire. Christmas was over and I didn't get to do all the things I wanted to do with Vincent. My father has been giving me food, but I barely ate any of it. Every night he comes to check on my hand and change the bandages. My hand is a lot better than before, but I still have scars. My father walks into my room and I glance up at him with a frown, "Where is mom?" I asked.
"Finally talking to me, I see. She left," he replied as he started changing the bandages to my hand. He glanced at me before going back to my hand, "I went back to the mansion. I saw… your boyfriend… he was dead… It looked like the flames consumed his body and burned him. He barely made it out the door,".
I pulled my arm away, I'm tired of all the lies. After everything that happened.. I can't stand him. "stop lying to me!! Vincent isn't dead!!" I kicked him hard in the stomach, pushing him off the bed. He grunted and stumbled as he got up glaring at me "I know someone else who will be dead in a second." he growled. He raised his hand as if he were about to hit me, but the sound of the doorbell stopped him.
I heard him sigh frustratedly as he left the room to answer it. Meanwhile, my heart was racing. He must be lying. Vincent can't die… I am supposed to die first! I am 'The Fragile Human'! Thinking about Vincent hurt… I miss his ruby-red eyes, I miss the way he held me; I miss his playfulness; I miss his innocence; I miss his strict dress codes; I miss him so damn much…
My father steps back into the room without a word. He uncuffed the bed to attach the cuff to my wounded hand instead. Leaving both of my hands cuffed together, "What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't respond and instead helped me up. He pushed me out of the room and to the front door where I locked eyes with two tall men, who looked imitating. They handed my father a case, "Nice doing business with you" one of the tall men said. What was happening..? was my father really selling me..? I glared at him at my father "What the hell is going on!?"
" You'll understand when your older son," He replied, "Your mother didn't get me that much to last, but luckily they pay more for a male teen." he continued.
I stopped for a moment, mind blank of anything. The demon sold the beautiful woman that took care of me. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I still felt like it was. If I had come home, I could have saved her. I could have brought her to the mansion or something. I could have done something but I didn't. I clenched my fists "I'll kill you! I swear one day you'll die by my hands!" I yelled while I was being carried out to their van. They threw me harshly into the back and slammed the doors shut.
The darkness took over and there I sat alone… I could feel the van moving and with each bump, I hit my head against the floor. I did my best to get the handcuffs off, but the only way would be to cut my hands off. I looked down at my foot and use it to kick on the door repeatedly. That made the drivers upset and I could hear them yelling at me to stop or else. I was a bit curious about what they meant by 'or else' but I assumed something bad.
I can't risk getting killed now, although it doesn't seem they would kill me. They must have paid my father a lot so it would be a waste of money to slit my throat. I still didn't want to assume, these people are crazy. I didn't want to but I stopped kicking, mostly for my safety. About an hour or two later, the vibration of the truck stopped. I could hear them getting out and slamming the door shut. They opened the back door and pulled me out. I looked around to see nothing familiar. It was a long silent alleyway, with papers stuck on the ground, soda cans rolling around, and wrappers blowing away when the wind hit. It was a filthy and abandoned-looking place.
I stared at the two men and now I got a better look at their face since I wasn't being dragged or thrown. One had hazel colored eyes and blonde hair while the other had green eyes and red-colored hair. They both wore matching suits and the same colored shoes. they took me through a door that looked like it could break any second. I was surprised that this door was even functioning correctly. We walked down a small tight hallway that soon led to a kitchen with white floor tiles and yellowish-white walls. It looked like an old kitchen but that didn't stop it from smelling so good. There were cooking rushing around preparing meals and cooking new ones. My stomach couldn't take it and started yelling at me to feed it.
Unfortunately, we left the kitchen without food and instead was in a small room leading to 4 doors with one of them being the door we came out of. We went through the door on our left which lead to a room full of people tied up, some crates in the corner, pipes on the walls, red ripped curtains on the floor, and big broken lights. The blonde hair man uncuffed my good hand to cuff me to one of the pipes in the room. Then they left leaving my bad handcuffed to a pipe. Thinking they must have done that on purpose, I sighed in annoyance. I looked around at the other people, some were crying, some looked like they were sleeping, some were praying, and some just sat there looking lifeless.
I didn't understand where I was or why I was here but I was a bit scared of where I could end up. I saw a small figure move at the bottom corner of my eye and I quickly looked down to face it. It was a small girl, she looked much younger than me. She was probably 4 or 5 by the looks of it. What was a girl so young and small doing in a place like this?