Kidnapped

Chapter VII

"Good morning, sleepy. Time to wake up!"

"Five minutes.”

"Good one, now really, you need to wake up. School starts in two hours and we need to hurry up. It's Monday so the bus comes earlier."

"Fine, leave the room. I need to change."

"The breakfast is prepared on the table, still hot."

"Wait! What happened last night?! Are you ok?!"

"Calm! I told you I’m used to it. I'll tell you everything when the right time comes."

"I can listen now! Adam, are you hiding something? Cause suddenly, everyone seems to lie to me: my father, my grandma, you. What am I supposed to do? I wasn't born yesterday and I know you hide tons of things and it's better to open up your mouth and talk!"

"I will. I promise. Now you know and I can't hide anything anymore. But just lend me some time ok?"

"Adam..."

"Please?"

I couldn't argue with him now. His eyes were puffy, he was moving in slow motion so it was obvious that he wasn't feeling so well and I didn't want to stress him more.

"When the right time comes..."

I'll just wait.

But I knew I was right. Everyone around me was lying about important things. What's next? I would find out that I was adopted or that my father was a dirty and dangerous criminal. I needed answers! After I leave the courses I will call Patrick. But I had to survive the day.

***

"Mrs. Carter? The right answer is?"

We were having math. George Brighton was the most dangerous teacher in the high-school or maybe from the whole city. I bet he and Trembley were in good dealings. They seemed to like each other but he was much younger than her. He was a well-made man. Tall, the muscles looked worked, so it was clear he was hitting the gym, fast minded because he was giving strong replies and he was merciless with our grades. I couldn’t care less. I'm gone in three months.

Faster if you call Patrick, later if you don't.

"Mrs. Carter?" He said, on an ordinary tone like he was prepared for making me feel ashamed.

"The answer is..."

"21, Andrea."

"21!"

"Right… Be more attentive in the future."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Many other things rather than focus at the lesson. Last night, while you were sleeping, I found this old book of my dad's and I saw a number and some initials. I think is a person that might help us."

"Are you going to become a spy and search for your dad? This isn't supposed to be like this. We just have to wait."

"No way, Adam, he is gone. I need to find him. If I wait 24 more hours here, I’m going to find myself in a van, led to an old deposit by some strangers. What about you? I need some explanations about that night ok?"

"I told you that you'll get them. Just wait. And please remember that the beginning hasn't begun yet."

Later that day, I decided to take a break from everything, to concentrate on something else but not my problems. But instead of this I could catch the attention of some dude. Not every dude...James.

"Hey sweetie. Where's your friend? Did he leave you alone?"

"Be gone James. I'm not in the mood of standing you."