Chapter six ||- only option

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P.O.V
Angelina

Nine hundred and ninety-eight.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine.

One thousand.

I've probably been here for hours. When I first woke up, I had a panic attack, I cried my eyes out until I just accepted that I was 'accidentally' kidnapped, then I started singing lullabies, then when I ran out of lullabies to sing I started counting. 

I'm just trying to pass time at this point. This room was cold and creepy.

But the only thing going through my mind right now is what my father has to do with this. Lebedev was my father's last name, but I took our mother's last name at birth whereas my sister took our father's last name.

I wonder how Anya is doing, hope she's fine. You know with a baby on the way and all, although it's still to early. I wonder how Marcus took the news?

Hearing the door unlock, I watched as the man who'd slap me walked in.

Which I'm guessing he's the boss of some kind.

"I'm giving you one more chance to tell me where the files are." he said calmly.

"Didn't you hear the other guy you've got the wrong person. I don't know what your talking about." I said trying not the curse.

I mean, I'm here alone this time, no one is going to stop him from killing me.

"Okay. He did say that but," he paused, "you're going to help us find it." He said walking closer to me.

It? I thought it was a person.

When he got closer into the light. I could finally see his face clearly.

He had heterochromia eyes, one of them being a light green with specks of grey, and the other one was a hazelish brown mixed with green. He looked to be in his early twenties or late twenties. His rolled up sleeves revealed a tattooed covered arm.

"How?" I asked confussed.

"We'll figure that out along the way. So are you going to help us or not."

Figure it out along the way?

What does he mean by that, can't we just figure it out now, like I don't have time for this and what if I don't want to help him? Is he just going to kill me?

Yes. My self conscience spoke to me.

"Fine." I said just wanting to make it out alive, "I'll help you."

"Good, that was your only option anyway." He whispered the last sentence under his breath, that I almost missed it.

Almost.


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Heterochromia-  is when your eyes are different colors.

Why do I kept writing 'files' as 'flies'.😭 if you see I wrote 'flies' instead of 'files' please tell me!

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