After one week of not seeing Scar I had to turn of my emotions and prepare for my exams.
My mum had been worried about me because I barely read or had any peace of mind during the period, neither had I gone to any lessons.
I had kept assuring her that I would pass. I had faith in myself, but I understood her concerns and they were not unfounded.
We packed into our new home few days after my exam and my mum got another car.
I had my room with a grey theme because grey was my best color and my brothers stayed in a room together.
They were not twins but they could very well be, they acted and looked like twins and they were inseparable.
Their room was filled with video games and toys, even their towel was Batman themed.
I actually loved Batman, he was my favorite hero. He taught me that even humans, ordinary in themselves without super powers can with intelligence, determination and goodness save the world.
Not without a little bad anyway, there must be good in bad, and bad in good, nothing was ever purely white or black everything is just a different shade of grey just like Scar.
I picked up my phone and looked at the admission list of my school where my name was proudly spelled out.
I swallowed as thought of Scar invaded my senses again constricting my mind and heart in a rope of endless worry and pain.
For the one millionth time I went through our messages which was the last I had heard from him before he suddenly disappeared as though he never existed.
Goodnight. Don't forget that you are my universe and all the tiny orbits and planets in it.
I ran my thumb through every letter and word of the message trying to absorb it in me as tear drops involuntarily fell down my cheeks.
I was tired of crying for him. I was so tired yet I couldn't stop.
I missed him so much. My life was incomplete without him. I was incomplete without him.
"Scar where are you my love?" I croaked out, feeling an abysmal sense of hopelessness overtake me.
I was sobbing now, slow, painful, anguish filled sub as I rested my on the bed.
I curled up in a ball and pressed the phone to my heart hoping that his message could give me some kind of comfort any type of comfort.
"Please come back to me." I said amidst sob, sniffing back the tears that threatened to choke me and leave me breathless. "Come back to me."
My phone lit up and made a beeping sound signalling an incoming message.
My heart skipped as I stared at the screen.
My love: Wait up for me. Alright.
I sat upright immediately wiping of the tears on my cheeks as I texted him back at once.
Me: I will wait for you forever.
Someone started knocking fiercely at my door almost at the time I slept off.
I jerked up from sleep, my heart skipped so many beats as I stared at the door.
Fear enveloped me all at once. Anxiety strung through my senses, increasing my heart beat until the sound became deafening.
It could not be Scar.
"What the hell!" I hissed.
It was two in the morning and still very dark. Who the hell could be knocking on my door this late?
David?
Daniel?
Scar?
A part of me did wish that it was him because at least I would be safe. I didn't want anymore drama in my life. I was so tired of being afraid, of being alone.
Without him, I felt as though I was all alone.
I needed it to be him. I needed to see him but could it be him?
The Scar I knew wouldn't just sneak into my house in the night.
Whoever was knocking now was definitely not Scar.
The haze of sleep started clearing from my eyes.
Lazily standing up, I reached for my phone and made to call the gate man to ask if he had see. anyone had come in to see me.
But, before I could dial his number my door was kicked down and three armed men hastily rushed in.
"Jesus Christ!" I shrieked, my eyes widening like saucers.
I sat still covering my mouth with my hands. I couldn't even scream as a huge lump formed in my throat almost choking me.
My heart beat increased, ravaging hard in my chest.
"Jesus?" This time my voice came out a silent whisper. Tears welled up in my eyes and trickled down my face as he walked in further into the room and stood by the edge of the bed.
One of the men who I figured was their leader, threw my night gown to me. I caught it with shaky hands.
"Put that on!" he demanded, approaching me. The two other men stayed at the door to keep watch.
"Who are you? I won't wear that and I'm definitely not going anywhere with you! How did you get in here?!" I croaked out. My eyes blazed with fire and strength but it was nothing like I felt.
Fear enveloped me, a blanket drowning me in blackness.
My questions only infuriated the man the more. He glared at me with fury.
"If you don't wear that, then you will have to come with us with just that," he argued, pointing at me. I was wearing red shorts and a blue crop top, my favourite sleeping wear. "I can't guarantee your safety in that. So are you going to put this on or not?"
His eyes didn't leave my body as he spoke. I tore my eyes away from him and wrapped my robe around my body.
He wasn't supposed to see me like this. Only Scar could.
I felt like he was desecrating me just by staring at me like that.
"Now shall we go?" The man whose name I still didn't know asked pulling me to him.
He forced me to my feet and grabbed my arms, twisting it hard. "Let me go." I snarled.
Where he held me would leave a mark behind because how fair my I was, but it was the least of my problems.
"If you know what is good for you then you will shut the fuck up!" He growled, swirling me around to face him.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice breaking as I stared into the chocolate eyes of the man before me.
try
"I want nothing for you but I work for someone who wants so many things." He smirked. He whirled me around so that I faced the other two men standing by the door.
They were not from the dragon cult because they all looked unfamiliar to me. Very unfamiliar.
It was not as if I knew everyone in the dragon cult, but I expected to at least recognize one, but with Ken in prison what other motive would they have to kidnap me.