No one messes with the Blackhood family. They're known as the fierce unforgiving billionaires in both Narnia, and the outskirts of Hamil town.
Ruled by the never-aging Grandma Maltinia, the elites always paid homage to her sons, as she ensured no harm came to any of her grandchildren. From my knowledge of the Blackhood family, Maltinia had lost her son and his wife to a tragic accident, which left her to take up the responsibilities of Nato and his brother. No one knew who the other brother was, but Nato was known by almost everyone, including me, because of his corniness. There was no lady he wanted that he never had. Everyone knew him as a player who used girls at his will, and no one questioned the reputation of the Blackhood family because of their relationship with the President.
The day I met Nato, I couldn't believe my eyes, because I never believed such a god could visit my humble home. The best of it all was that he was interested in my best friend, Marmia.
At first, I disapproved of Marmia going out with Nato because he was a big shot. I felt he knew that she was desperately in need of money, and so decided to use her. But, Marmia had dissipated my fears that they were already dating, only for me to find out that the only thing that connected them was a sexual relationship. I had remembered warning Marmia multiple times to back out of such a toxic relationship, until her tragic death.
I don't know how and why Marmia was killed, along with Nato, but I'm the culprit because I was the only survivor the morning they found their corpse in the room I slept.
Now, I'm faced with the ultimate consequences of messing with the Blackhood family- death.
A life for a life, and my death would be the vengeance for Marmia and Nato's blood.
Just when the gunshot was heard, I closed my eyes fearfully, scared I was dead, as tears trickled down my cheeks.
I was shocked to see my face on his chest, with his left hand shielding me, as he fired another shot. That was when I realized someone behind me almost shot either of us.
Immediately he removed his arms from me, I saw blood dripping from his wrist, which means he was shot in the process of protecting me.
But, why will he risk his life to save me?
My eyes opened in horror as he took out a knife and bravely took out the bullet from his wrist, without screaming in pain.
How did he just do that, like he has no pain cells in him?
He walked a few miles away from me, and in a swift motion, faced me with his gun pointed at me.
"They call me Fury", he says, as I scream at his fired shot.
Then, I heard a familiar cry of pain.
That was momma!
I turned only to see mum was shot at the leg and was bleeding profusely.
"Mom!!!"
"Take her away", he says, as some men came and blindfolded me immediately, before throwing me into a sack.
Why?
Why mum?
Why harm her, when I'm the culprit?
A lot of questions swirled through my head, as tears kept dripping uncontrollably down my now red cheeks.
My body was burning with a lot of agony, and everything seemed to be falling apart in just a flip of time.
As the car moved, I remembered how many times mummy promised to give me a good life. Getting abandoned at 17 years to handle me when she got pregnant for one of her ex lovers, Josh, Mum had dedicated her life to give me the life and love she never had. She gave me everything, and made sure nothing made me seek for a father's love.
My mind then drifted to Marmia. I remembered the Beach party she has always planned to host the day she clocks her 20th birthday. I remembered the numerous times she gave me hope that she'll become rich for us, and make me and momma live comfortably all our lives.
I remembered all the times we played hide and seek like children, and fought over the littlest meat. I could also remember how many times we sang "Make it in America", by Victoria Justice.
I couldn't even bury her, yet she was more than a sister to me.
Nato, whom I hated, started becoming a close friend of ours. Even though he was just richly spoiled, I felt happier at his silly jokes whenever I came back frustrated from school. I can't recount how many times Nato showed up to help me with my Projects. Before his death, he had offered to get me a phone, but I rejected because I was still angry with him for being a beneficial friend to Marmia.
When I saw their corpse, I was so shocked that my mind couldn't process anything. And, before I could get a grip of what happened, I was slammed into a car, like a criminal, and that was how my freedom left. Now, mum as well is in a fix because of me.
I wailed loudly remembering all my sorrows, and stayed motionless, as they carried my lifeless body into a smelly prison.
I could see one of the armed men, putting a lock on the prison door so I don't escape, but my mind has no free time to decide my freedom.
I was still traumatic, and laid still, just staring blankly into the open space.
What will become of me now?
*****
"How many days has she refused eating?"
"3 days my Lord. Her skin is now green, and her bones are tearing. I doubt she'll live past tonight. Her strength is far gone, and… "
"Has my Grandma seen her?"
"Yesterday, Grandma took the responsibility to get into the prison and punish her. She had poured cold water on her in the morning, noon, and at night. She kept slapping her until her face was red."
"What!"
"Grandma unleashed her anger and frustrations on her throughout yesterday, and she made sure she increased the temperature of the room throughout yesternight to ensure she dies".
"Send me to her quarters…"
"But…Grandma has forbidden anyone from seeing her".
Fury wasn't ready to listen. He matched his way into the prison, and uncuffed me, before carrying my shivering pale body in his arms.
I stayed motionless as he dropped me on his bed, and locked the room. I have no idea what was in his mind, but at the moment, my mind couldn't think anymore.
Fury took me to one of his warm chambers and brought in food to feed me. The room was so hot, and so he took off his shirt until his toned abs were visible, but he didn't take off his mask. It seems he was so accustomed to using a mask even in his room that he didn't take it off for a day.
When he placed the first food in my mouth, I pushed it away, and he tried again, until he got angry at my rebellious attitude.
With his big hands, he pinned me to his laps, and locked me with his leg until I was weak. Then, he started forcing the food into my mouth like I was a kid refusing to take medication.
After he was done, a satisfied scornful laugh came from his lips, before he stood up.
"Take me back to mummy, you've killed her", I stood up in an instant, and started hitting him countlessly.
"Hey!" He thundered as he held onto my hands.
In a swift motion, he drew my petite body to his, and hugged me tightly, until I collapsed on him.