Chapter 4...Pandora
It took us 2 days to get to Pandora on my dad\"s private plane. 2 days was a lot of time to think, and the nightmares did not get any better. Flashes of my dad rushing in to save me. Flashes of his voice as I heard him from that dark room but I strangely could not speak back. He had a flashlight. I was too worried if I made a scene of things other people would find me, and I would make things more difficult for my dad, on top of him worrying where I had gone. The last couple of days had proved to be just as my dad had expected. I was too naive. I felt guilty to have brought my dad to tears. I remember him whimpering from outside those walls as he tried to find his way to me yet I did not call back to him.
"Your father doesn\"t love you, he is afraid of you. He is afraid you will be his death, and that you shall be." These were the words of the brute assailant who had taken me hostage, along with a bunch of his cronies. They mocked me from the darkness and drenched me in water every couple of hours to keep me up. My brown hair stuck to my skin like a blanket. My brown eyes hurt continually. My mind threatened to break free from sanity every passing minute.
When my dad finally found me, I was too afraid of the light to do anything. He had been badly wounded. He looked like he\"d been hit by a bus. The moment I saw him, I knew exactly what the ugly guy had meant and just as it dawned on me, "My angel", he said. "Run." I finally muttered under my breath. But I was too late, and my dad was already falling at my feet. As I tried desperately to reach to him even in restraints, knowing that this would probably be the last day I saw him alive, he said, "You need to stay safe for Daddy Sarah."
Sarah.
I awoke with a start, my fingers had been scratching the arm rests and I felt pain edge through them. I had to shut my eyes again. My breath kept catching in my throat. The white polo I was wearing was not much help eitherI wanted to scream but my voice would not let me. Cooper and Keith had been sitting in the seats at the back, across from each other, talking here and there when I had dozed off. They were not startled at all. This was the norm. Cooper got up and left. Keith did not even shift, like any sudden movement by him would make me lose it.
Breathe. Just breathe.
I kept repeating that until I started to calm. I let go of the arm rests I had taken hostage and willed myself to open my eyes again. "Here." It was Cooper, and he brought me a bottle of water and some meds. "This will help you calm your nerves." "Thanks. You did not need to." I could not look him in the eye as I said that. I was too vulnerable already. He did not have to know I was completely vulnerable. "I wanted to. We both cannot get any shut-eye if you keep whimpering in your sleep like that." Well there goes that special feeling. Down the drain. It lasted for about 2 seconds. I was not going to let him win this though so I just said, "Right. You should go to bed." "Well, tough chance at that. In an hour we\"ll be in Pandora."
I could not sleep after that. Maybe Pandora would change things for me after all.
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