Chapter 3

Fearfully, I wriggled in the man's iron grip, trying to pull free. This only caused him to tighten his arms even more. Still feeling dizzy, full of pain and with my sight blurry, I managed to turn slightly towards my mom. I desperately called out to her in a loud groan, successfully gaining her attention.

She rushed to my side as I frantically tried to warn her about the very person who held me.

Seeing confusion on her face I started to moan as loud as I could, signaling to her gestures I hoped she could decipher. My urgent moans and wild arm movements seemed to have the opposite effect on her though, and instead of understanding and stopping the man she only looked more frantic as she turned to him.

“Oh, please do hurry! It’s getting worse!” she cried while another male paramedic helped place me on a stretcher. “I didn’t want this to happen,” she said. “Not so soon.”

She then turned around with tears in her eyes, leaving me panicking as I was strapped onto a stretcher by my captors. A lady started to calmly talking to my mom, discussing something under hushed tones and only once I was forcefully placed in the back of the ambulance did she stop talking with my mom and jump in the driver’s seat.

My heart pounding I looked at my mother once more, trying desperately to call out to her but the back doors slammed close and the ambulance started to move into the traffic.

One of the ‘paramedics’, the guy that had strapped me to the stretcher, turned to me and gave me a reassuring smile. I glared back, my heart still pounding and the pain still searing, I began to panic as I realized there was no way I could get out.

“Calm down, it will all be over soon, sweetie,” he said.

Calm down! Calm Down! How in the world am I meant to calm down when I feel as If I’ve been soaked in petrol and set alight!

And it will be over? What the hell did he mean by that! Was he going to kill me or something? Cause that seems like the only logical way to get away from the pain.

AND how dare he call me sweetie! He’s not my father! He doesn’t even-

“Hold still,” he said as he lowered a needle to my arm. Oh no! I thought. Not again! I will not let him do this to me a second time! I wriggled my arm as much as I could, preventing him from being able to inject me.

“I’m trying to help you,” he said, looking into my eyes. Yeah right! I’m not falling for that! I glared at him and he sighed.

“Drew, hold her,” he commanded. The man that had carried me to the ambulance and that I had bitten grabbed my arm and held it still. I fought as hard as I could against him, but with me being half dead and strapped down seemed to weigh in his favour.

Just then the pain started to slowly seep away, starting from my arm and spreading.

The Drew guy released my arm and the first guy that had injected me was already taking off his gloves. The two started to quietly discuss something, totally ignoring my presence.

Although I didn’t appreciate this, I took this time to quietly examine the two guys myself. Drew, as I had said earlier, was a very attractive guy, probably around my age. The other guy seemed much older than him, I guessed around in his early forties? But even with him looking a lot older, he was still very attractive for his age. They both looked slightly similar, with both being fairly tall with a strong build and great muscles. They had dark chocolate brown hair, with Drew’s slightly longer and spiking up a bit.

After a while they turned to look at me. They didn’t look like the average bad guys. Ok, yes, they did have a mysterious and secretive vibe going for them, but they didn’t seem like the type of guys to go around harming innocent people. I was still mad at them though. I needed an explanation or else I was more than willing to act out on the anger and frustration I had built up for them.

The older guy opened his mouth to say something to me but I beat him to it.

“What the hell is going on here!” I yelled. “It’s bad enough you bastards come and break into my house but then you have to inject me? I felt like I was dying! Do you idiots have any idea what you put me through?! And it was all for nothing! You didn’t even steal anything! What? You felt guilty? Is that what you doing now? Playing the good guy to make it up? To call it even? Hate to break it to you bastards but that’s not how it works! And what are you… are you illiterate or something?! I had a friggen sign on my door telling you to darn well stay out but you just waltz on in and practically killed me! You could have…you could have… you... you…” I slowed, feeling slightly exhausted by my sudden outburst and everything that was happening.

“You done?” the older guy asked. I glared at him but took a breath and nodded.

“Will you allow me to explain without biting my head off?”

I nodded again.

“And will you let me finish the whole story before jumping to any conclusions?”

I hesitated but then nodded again.

“And will you be open-minded about it all? It might be hard to acep-”

“Oh will you just begin already?” I snapped.

He sighed and glanced nervously at Drew.

“Ok, well first off, my name is Carter and this is my son, Drew.”

Oooh! So that’s why they looked so similar! I should have guessed that they were related.

“And…” he started.

I waited.

“And?” I said impatiently.

“Well…” he said.

“What?!” I snapped, annoyed by his hesitation.

“I’m your father.”

There was a moments silence before I burst out laughing at him. Wow, this guy is hilarious!

“Ok, Mr-Star-Wars, how about you start telling me the real reason why I’m here?”

They both looked at me with utter seriousness on their faces.

“Melissa, it’s true,” Carter said. “And Drew’s your brother.”

I froze, shocked... No way, it can't be. But I could see in their eyes it was the truth.



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