Chapter 6 - A Ship?

  (Sage's Point of View)

  My head was throbbing as I regained consciousness. I tried to move my arm but felt a little resistance. I turned my head and realized I was chained to a post. I glanced around, still feeling a little faint.

  "Mm," I heard groans from the left side of what looked like a big storage.

  I saw Liyah lying unconscious on the floor next to Rosie. Rosie groaned as she opened her eyes.

  "Rosie," I called out to her.

  She slowly turned her head as she opened her eyes. Rosie looked over in my direction.

  "Sage," she answered as she tried to raise her arm.

  "Don't move too quickly; we're chained up," I said.

  I watched as Rosie mustered up all her strength to stand up.

  "What the hell? Why are we chained up like this?" she questioned, her voice trembling with confusion as she struggled against the heavy chains binding her wrists. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room, searching for answers.

  I lifted my arms to see how long the chain was and wondered if it was long enough for me to move closer to Rosie.

  Rosie started banging the chain on the post.

  "Hey, Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled. "Are you trying to get us killed?" I questioned her.

  She stopped banging the chain and started mumbling under her breath while throwing a silent temper tantrum.

  "Seriously, you must also fix your temper," I said.

  I rolled my eyes at her. Honestly, she sucks at reading the atmosphere. I started looking around the room again.

  "Are we in a storage room?" I wondered and looked back at Rosie.

  Rosie looked beside her and noticed Liyah was next to her.

  "Is she dead?" Rosie asked, as she bent down and poked Liyah.

  She poked Liyah harder, and Liyah began to move a little.

  "Guess not," Rosie said like she was uninterested.

  Liyah woke up and slowly turned her head, screening the room.

  "Shit", she mumbled.

  As soon as she pressed herself up against the wall, we heard the sound of the door opening.

  I looked at the door, and once I heard it opening, Brent walked in carrying a tray with nothing on it.

  He dragged a black chair behind him, positioned it, and then sat down, crossing his legs.

  "Do you think you're some kind of big shot crossing your legs like that?" Rosie asked in a very pissed-off tone.

  I let out a loud sigh. "We're doomed," I thought.

  Brent smiled and then chuckled, and his face immediately turned scary. He threw the tray at Rosie, hitting her on the right side of her head. He got up, pulled her hair, and lifted her head to face him.

  "How dare you hurt my sister!" I shouted angrily while trying to get closer to her.

  He started grinning and walked towards me. I took a step back as he approached me. He licked his lips and then kicked me in the stomach, causing me to collapse on the ground.

  "Hey, you freaking psycho!" Rosie yelled, lifting her head while spitting out blood.

  "Are you okay, Sage?" Rosie asked me.

  I held my stomach and tried to gather enough strength to get up.

  "I can manage," I said while catching my breath.

  Brent walked to the middle of the room, dragging the chair again.

  "If it weren't for the client wanting to keep you two alive, you would've already been shark food," he said while lighting a cigarette.

  "Where is my mom?" Liyah asked as she was regaining consciousness.

  "Don't worry, she's also on the ship.", he said as he flicked his cigarette towards her.

  "A ship?" Rosie, Liyah, and I all asked at the same time.

  "Where are you taking us?" I asked.

  He glanced at me and grinned.

  "To meet someone looking for you two for a long time." He said while lighting another cigarette.

  I was confused by what he said. Someone wanted to meet us, but who, I thought to myself.

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  A knock on the door made our heads turn in that direction.

  "Come in", Brent said.

  Two more men entered the room, dragging another woman with them. She was petite, with long, wavy, golden brown hair and bruises all over her face. He threw her down and walked by Brent, whispering in his ear.

  Brent's eyebrow raised, and he looked in Rosie's direction. She immediately got defensive.

  He chuckled, got up from the chair, and left the room.

  "I'll see you ladies later." he winked his right eye and continued to walk out.

  We sat there in pure confusion, and I was scared for my life.

  Rosie looked at the woman lying on the floor and noticed something.

  "Wait, isn't that?" she paused for a second, looking at the woman's face.

  Liyah and I looked at Rosie while she examined the woman's features. She was beaten pretty badly.

  "That's Sarah," she said in a shocking tone.

  "My dad's girlfriend", she stated.

  "What?!" Liyah and I said at the same time.

  Rosie pulled on the chain angrily, trying to get closer to Sarah and wake her up. Rosie stretched her body forward, using her foot to kick Sarah.

  "Hey, don't kick her; she's already injured," Liyah said while trying to reach Rosie.

  " I don't care," she yelled, "I'm going to ask that bitch where my dad is," she continued kicking Sarah on the side.

  Sarah started moving and groaning as she felt the kicks.

  Rosie pulled back and looked round the floor to find something to throw at her.

  She noticed a little black block or something but couldn't reach it.

  "Shit," she said in frustration.

  Sarah opened her eyes and faintly looked around, trying to see her surroundings.

  She locked eyes with Rosie, immediately pulled herself up, and slid back like she was afraid.

  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry", she said while crying out loud.

  Rosie was alarmed and instantly knew something fishy was going on.

  "Sorry about what?" she asked with the meanest look.

  Sarah kept crying and apologizing, looking down to the floor.

  "Where's my dad?!" Rosie screamed at her.

  She still was apologizing.

  "Enough!" Rosie yelled, "Where's my dad?" she continued asking

  Sarah looked up at Rosie with a terrified expression, as if she were scared of what she was about to say.

  "He's dead," she said while still crying.

  Rosie's face turned white and slumped down to the floor.

  "My dad's dead.", she mumbled while tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Still in shock, I mustered up the words and asked.

  "But how?" I paused. " Where is my mom?" I asked, afraid to hear the words.

  Sarah continued crying and said, "I'm sorry, 2 months ago. I was approached by these men asking me questions about you two, your mom and your dad." she looked at me and then at Rosie. "I needed money, and they offered me 200,000 dollars for information. I was jealous of your mom". She added.

  She looked at me and put her head down.

  "Your mother isn't who you think she is; I was jealous that Nathan was always helping her. Looking like a little puppy running back and forth to every beck and call she made". She said with a regretful look.

  Rosie looked pissed and stared at Sarah.

  "So what?" she paused, trying to control her temper, "you just went ahead and sold us out?". She asked.

  Sarah looked up and then looked back down.

  "Yes, your dad found out and sent Mr.Jones after me, and he wrecked my house.

  Rosie and I looked at Sarah dumbfounded.

  "Mr.Jones?" "Our teacher?" she asked.

  "Teacher?" Sarah said, looking surprised," So he was portrayed as a teacher.", she said, still looking surprised. "No, if I remember correctly, he was a bounty hunter," she continued saying while looking to be deep in thought.

  She looked at Rosie.

  "And so was your dad," Sarah said, looking at Rosie.