Hey there, DETECTIVES! DETECTIVE WRITER here to bring you part 2 of the exciting thriller short story fellow DETECTIVE Melissa Tejada brought us last week! Drum roll, DETECTIVES! Let’s head on our merry way back to the mysterious adventure…
Part 2
By Melissa Tejada
My dad takes out a Glock and I panic. I hear screaming and wonder where it’s coming from, until I realize it’s me. A shoot out ensues and I run. “Go get her before I kill every single one of you!” I realize I began a war with Maxim’s men and my father’s. Why the hell does my dad even own a gun? What was going on? My lungs are burning, my heels are in my hand and I’m running for dear life. “I’ve got her!” I hear a familiar voice say. I’m tackled to the ground and zip tied, my mouth covered shut. As I’m thrown into the back of a car’s trunk, I catch a glimpse of the captor.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but I can’t let you destroy everything I’ve built. Understand that despite this, I love you.” I muffle through the scarf that was shoved in my mouth, “how could you?” I realize now why my father was always gone. Why he never explained fully where he was, just shouted out random continents. Why I was always alone with a nanny that never payed any attention, and basically hated me anyway. Shoved and tossed aside, I still remember that I could always at least count on my mother trying to love me, and my father, or should I say Cartelo, refusing to allow her to touch me, hug me, hold me. I have to reflect that I’ve been so caught up in my self-pity and surprise that I didn’t think of my mom.
“Where is she?” I hear Cartelo shout, “if you think that you are going to take her, just know, you’ll die first!” Gun shots again, and we’re rammed from the back. I’m thrust into the back, and feel blood starting to drip down. We’re rammed again, and this time, Cartelo screams. I hear running water and now it’s leaking into the car. I start hyperventilating and I’m trying to calm myself down long enough to get out of this situation. I take my hands and use the zip ties on my hands to saw off the ones on my feet. I then use my knee to snap off the ones of my hands. While I slam out of the back seat, I realize we’ve been thrown into a river. Cartelo’s unconscious in the front seat, a bullet in his head. To save myself, I grab his head and slam it into the window for the driver’s side. At the very least he was going to allow himself the pleasure of killing me himself. Sick bastard.
I swim out for what seems like thirty minutes, and finally find land. Through the corner of my eye, I saw an abandoned forest. I take a minute to catch my breath. I’m thinking of my mom again until I see two large figures looming nearby. I look closer and see the sign my father would wear on all his clothes. A red dragon. I start running again and hear them shout “Wait!” I’m not going to be so naïve to believe they have anything to say. I’ve seen what they can do. “Wait! We need to tell you where your mother is!” I see a cottage nearby, and start screaming for help. “We used to work for your father, please, let us help!” I stop and look at them. “If you don’t work for him anymore then why do you wear his symbol?” I asked him, crossing my arms. “It’s all we have. We’ve been stranded out here for weeks. But we know where your mother is. Your father has had her kidnapped for attempting to report him to the police so that you and her can live a normal life. He’s been the head of the mafia for the last 20 twenty years. His reign of terror is finally over, all thanks to Maxim.”
I’m finally feeling hopeful to have real parents with me. I know that this is it. I start crying tears of joy. I’m going to find her, I’m going to be with her, and I never have to worry about anything other than what time to come home before curfew, maybe play soccer. I might even – my thoughts are cut off by gunshots, both of the men, the only men who knew where my mother was, each shot dead in front of me. I turn around to see a man in rags, maybe 2 years older than me lean cockily on the wall and give me a smirk, “You’re welcome. Name’s Jack.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed this part of this short story, DETECTIVES. Part 3 to come soon! Please feel free to let me know if you want to read many more stories and have much more collaborations!
Until then, keep on sleuthing, DETECTIVES!
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