Chapter 2: A Debt Paid in Chains

48 HOURS AGO

My drunken father sprawled all over the floor,a cigarette in his hand and a bottle of whatever in his other hand he was muttering incoherent words as I pushed open the door to see his unfortunate frame, shaking my head I cross over him heading towards the kitchen and putting my bag on the only piece of furniture left in the house the rocking chair my mother always used when she got angry at how much my dad had put on the line again either for betting or drinking or picking up cheap prostitutes

I always wondered what she saw in him, and how she never really could leave him until she passed away three years ago

I remember that day like it was yesterday I had just turned 18 and I rushed home for the cupcake dinner my mum promised me only to find her laying on the kitchen floor lifeless

I remember feeling so many things at once I couldn't even breath

Like a dog let out of the leash my father's occasional bad habits became an everyday thing and I soon had to take a job

letting the water from the tap fill my cup I brought the glass to my lips gulping it down

I walked back into the almost empty living room of our small apartment it was the couch my dad usually slept on but he had bet all two of them so he had no choice but to sleep on the floor, I slept in the only other room it was as small as a closet but it gave me my privacy and shielded me from my father's drunken state so I couldn't complain

I picked up my bag from the rocking chair heading towards the other room when the door came apart with a loud bang nearly squashing my father missing him by a few inches

Two broad men stepped into the apartment making everything look like they were designed for bugs they were dressed in all black and a dangerous ambience radiated around them they had guns in their hands and they looked set in place

I felt fear settle in my throat but at the same time anger because who did they think they were kicking the door down like that this had to be the weakest thing the government would do I step up to them the fear in my gut kicking to let out

"Who do you think you are kicking my door down like that you would have killed my dad "I say throwing a look of disgust towards my father who had scurried out of the door frame puffing his cigarette as a cold smile played out on his face

"Who are you ?" I ask staring back at them

they didn't even hesitate the one I had been pointing my finger at pointed the gun for my forehead and the one next to him aimed for my dad

I didn't even know when the tears began to hit my face as I sobbed softly

"please don't hurt me " more arrogant tears left my eyes as the sob started sounding more and more pathetic as the seconds passed by

"Waiting for your order boss " the one with the gun pressed to my forehead boomed out

And then He strolled in ,dressed in a black custom sized suit his hair styled back slick and unmoving ,he had both hands in his pocket and the way his eyes glanced over the room no one needed to tell me he was the one in charge

"where is my money Morris"he asked looking dead at my father

money what money ? tears still slipped out of my eyes oh daddy you've done it now I thought to myself as the metal In Front of me dared me to move or to even take in a gasp of air

Coughing out in what I assumed was shock my dad darted up from where he sat down few minutes ago throwing the butt of his cigarette on the floor cleaning the dust of his shirt

"Ah Luka let's not get to in a rush shall we "

my dad said careful of any sudden movements as he gradually pranced towards where luka was

the gun following his every movement

"You know how I do not like to repeat myself Morris" the man my dad had called Luca said so casually ignoring my father's movement towards him

"The thing is I had the bills to pay my my...daughter here she takes a ton of money from me "

"search the house" the order came out coldly the feel of the gun finally dropping from my forehead I dropped to the floor gripping my shirt in a failed attempt to cage my raging heart

The two big men started searching the empty room clattering over all the papers and files heaped up at the corner

My dad looked at me the alcohol suddenly cleared from his vision a menacing smile I didn't recognize suddenly appeared on his face

confusion clouded my features

and in a flash my dad was running towards the back door and a series of gunshots followed three to be exact

the two big men had shot him on his legs while their boss had shot him on his shoulder and he fell I didn't even when I screamed out

"Don't play with me Morris,there are consequences" Luka said walking towards my father

"my daughter,my daughter" my dad choked up

"you can take her ,sell her I'm sure she's worth something please just let me go "

Still shocked by the wave of events I turned to where my father lay bloodied hatred boiling deep inside of me much more hatred that I could handle that conniving bastard

Luka signaled one of the men "Take her " he said such a short phrase but yet it held the unexpected change in my life

"oh please ..please let me go, let me go " I kicked and screamed to no avail

"you are going to marry me and you will belong to only me , you would stay until you have made up for all the money your father owes me "

He said looking dead at me as I get a good look of his blue icy eyes

"I would never marry a psychopath like you "I say feigning confidence

"You cannot run away , your bastard father has given you up ,you belong to me and I will be back here tomorrow and you will be dressed and we will get married. Do you understand me ?

you cannot run away

there is no escaping

you belong to me "