CIARA
I didn't go after him because he was armed. Had it been he was not armed, I could have gone after him, and push him down the staircase.
I went under the bed and found my phone, then, I rushed to the window, and from there, I took a video record of their car pulling out of my property the way kidnappers' car does when they go pick someone up.
I was kidnapped and brought to my house, then, I was robbed by my own aunt, whom I accepted into my house and my heart.
Gosh, that was too much for me to bear.
She must refund my money to me, and she must rot in jail for daring to do such as she just did at the first place.
I dialed Ryan's numberthe second time, and placed the phone to my ears.
He picked up.
"Hello, Ryan."
I was the one speaking on high pitched voice now, because I was desperate to know if he was able to get the police to the airport, to wait for Aunt Elsie and pick her up as soon as she enters the airport to do hertrip to wherever in the world, she wanted to go to with my hard earned twenty million bucks.
"Ciara, are you okay?" he posed.
"Yes, where are you?" I asked in response.
"I'm coming to your place with the police, to get you out of there." He said, disappointing me with his words.
For heaven's sake, I asked him to go wait forAunt Elsie at the airport and arrest her once she enters, but he just said he was coming to me with the police, for what?
"No, that's not what..."
"Wait, the police had sent signal to the airport, she would be arrested once she steps in there." He shot me up with his calm words.
I exhaled.
At least, he did what I asked him to do, before coming down here to meet me with the police officers he was coming with.
"Please, look out for any black car using the road. Her boys just left now with a black car."
He went off without letting me finish.
Gosh.
Who knows if he heard me out before going off.
I guess all that matters to him at the moment was me and my safety, not aunt Elsie's boys and the car they took.
I strutted out of the room and made downstairs to check my house and know if any of the silly boys was here, but none of them was left.
They had all gone their way, leaving the house behind for me. I made into the kitchen, and just by the pot, I saw a poison bottle.
Does that mean Aunt Elsie poisoned the food she brought me upstairs after having her men drag me to my room and chain me to the bed furniture?
So, I could have been another pile of history if I took a spoonful of that food, she brought me?
Why was she so bad that she could heartlessly get me killed, the same way her husband and the rest of my uncles killed my parents.
Good lord, I would make sure she rots in jail. I would make sure she pays for being such a heartless asshole.
I shook my head and left the kitchen. There was nothing I could hold up and claimed it was evidence if I should drag aunt Elsie to court and accuse her of kidnapping me from the rehab facility, bringing me home, chaining me up and extorting me of twenty million.
I took pictures of my wrist and my ankles, and then, the picture of my face. I could remember she slapped me while she was demanded I pay her twenty million.
Those were the only things I guess I would present to the law court while claiming she kidnapped me and chained me up in my room, before demanding a twenty million ransom.
I heard the sound of cars, and sirens blaring. Ryan was here with the police. But they came late though.
I ran out of the house to meet them, but before I could step out of the house to meet them, they were already around the compound, and were advancing to the house.
"Ryan."
Ryan was clad in a black clothing, but I was still able to spot him among the police officers who were clad in black uniforms.
"Ciara."
He ran to me and hugged me tight.
He was so warm that I wished to remain in his embrace till nightfall and a new day break. I had been cold for two years, having been tossed into the rehab facility, where I had no reasonable person to be friends with.
All we had there was the building the management, and the insane people who knew how to talk to things I can't see.
But here he is, sharing his warmth with me, and making me forget what just happened a while ago. I wanted him to stay and hug me more and more.
"Are you alright, Ciara?"
His palms went up my cheeks, and held them.
"Yes. They have gone." I said, my eyes staring into his.
He had changed so much, and I liked this version of him which had just come for me this very moment.
I wished the police officers would varnish and spare me and him some time to explore each other's body right here at the pool side, but the voice of the police inspectorwho came with him shoved me back to reality.
"Ma'am, tell us what happened." There was another police officer standing next to the inspector, taking notes ofwhat he was saying, and ready to take notes of what I could say in response.
"I was kidnapped at the rehab facility, after I was released, and was brought to my house, surrounded by many armed men." I said, still enjoying Ryan's warmth.
"Is that all?"
"Aunt Elsi took a ransom of twenty million from me."