Chapter 15

Raven

I 've been here three days, maybe four. I can't know for sure because I don't even know how long I was out before I woke up in this damn room.

I've been a mix of emotions since, and today I'm really starting to feel the effects of alternating between banging on the door as I scream for someone to open it, crying my eyes out until my head hurts, and finding things to keep myself entertained.

I'm fucking miserable but I'm doing my damn best to hold it together. Mostly because getting worked up isn't good for Baby Bird. Plus, if I spiral, my judgment will be clouded, and I need to be clear minded while I'm here. Prepare for the worst but hope for the best.

Books help, I found out how to work the TV too, along with finding a stack of DVDs. Whoever was in charge of putting this room together, I know for a fact isn't a man.

Did my father hire someone just for these kinds of things? Did she know she was getting a room ready for a person he planned on kidnapping?

Why the hell is this even my damn life?

I haven't been able to talk to anyone because whoever's been bringing me my food has been waiting for me to fall asleep before switching out my old tray with a new one.

So I'm surprised to hear a knock at the door as I come out of the bathroom from my twenty-sixth damn piss of the day.

"Hello," the voice is low, feminine. "I'm gonna come in now. Hope you're decent. Also, please don't attack me, or you're going to get us both killed."

I know this is my chance, I could ambush whoever is about to come inside this room. But I'd be putting Baby Bird at risk, so my options are limited.

The door opens and my brows raise when I see a blonde woman step inside. Her eyes find mine as she shuts the door behind her. "Hi." She gives me a nervous smile.

"Hi," I say, blinking at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

"How are you feeling? How's the baby?" she asks, looking down at my belly and smiling.

"Ah, lady, eyes up here please." I blink at her in disbelief. Her eyes snap up to mine, cheeks pinkening.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"How am I doing? Ah, let's see. My psycho-ass father has been searching for me for years, finally found me, and has kidnapped me. Also, found out he sold me to my boyfriend's dad when I was a child, so that's cool. Don't worry, he's dead now. But I'm guessing dear old pops is probably searching for the next rich sicko he can sell me off to."

She chews on her lower lip. "Sounds about right." She laughs.

"Wanna tell me who you are, and why the fuck I shouldn't grab the nearest blunt object and hit you over the head with it?" I ask, raising a brow.

She's pretty. Blond hair, blue eyes. She looks to be not too much older than me.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm not even supposed to be here." She gives me a nervous laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Then why are you here?"

"I just really wanted to meet you." Her face lights up. "I've heard a lot about you. Well, kind of. Whatever I was able to get by eavesdropping. Although I don't think the information I've obtained is right. Because how can someone know someone they haven't seen in years."

She's rambling, maybe with nerves, or maybe she's just a chatterbox. But I don't get any bad vibes from her.

"Again," I say, cutting her off and getting her attention. "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, my bad. I don't get to talk to many people," she laughs awkwardly. "I'm Dynika."

"Dynika. Nice to meet you. Do you wanna tell me why you're in my room and what your business is with my father?"

"Ah." She bites her lower lip. "As I said, I wanted to meet you. He said I could soon. But I couldn't wait."

"Who?"

"My f-father," she stumbles over her words. "Well, your father. Our father?"

My brows raise so damn high I'm surprised they don't shoot off my face. "Hold up." I raise a hand and blink a few times. "Did you just say... our father?"

"Yes." She nods eagerly.

"You're telling me, you're my sister?"

"Yup." She beams even bigger. "Same dad, different moms. Sadly, mine is dead. At least I think she is. Probably. She was a crack whore, and it's been years since I've seen her, so I'm sure she's OD'ed by now. Unless Tyrone killed her."

I feel like I'm in the damn twilight zone.

"Okay, rewind. I'm gonna need you to fill me in from the start, or I'll be asking a new question every five seconds." I take a seat on the end of the bed, the shock of the news taking over. What is even going on right now?

"Of course," she agrees, rushing to take the chair from the desk. She pulls it closer to me. "I'm Dynika, your older sister. So, pretty much from what I've been told, and found out on my own is that our father had a fling with my mom. She got pregnant with me. She told him, but he wanted nothing to do with us, so he cut my mom out of his life. I'm not surprised. He's this big powerful man. Then he met your mom, got married, and had you. And then, your mom, who was so damn brave, got away," she says in an almost dream-like state. "I've been dreaming of being able to do that for a while."

"Do what?"

"Escape." She smiles.

"Wait, you don't want to be here?" I ask her.

"Hell no." She laughs. "I have no choice. You think you've got it bad? Girl, I've been locked up in this damn house for years. Hidden away like his dirty little secret, kept only in case I ever become useful to him."

My head is spinning. I'm still so damn confused. I open my mouth to ask another question but she starts talking again. "Right, all the information so you have no questions. Anyway, so after your mom left with you, he tried to find you for a good year or two. Not liking the fact he couldn't, that your mom bested him, he went searching for me. Found me real easy seeing how my mom and me weren't trying to hide from him because we didn't think he would want anything to do with us. Anyway, he gave my mom a few hundred bucks, told her to go get high and took me."

"So, he just kidnapped you off the street?" I'm gape at her. Holy shit, this is like something out of a fucking daytime soap opera.

"Kinda? He promised me all these things I never had. I mean, would you pick a big house with everything you could ever need over living in a crack den? I was just eager to get out of that house before my mom started trying to sell my body to pay for her drugs."

"Holy fucking hell." I run my hand down over my face. "This is all fucked up."

"Tell me about it. Trust me, it gets worse. I wasn't this perfect little virgin girl he could sell for a high price. Spoiler, that's the whole reason he wanted me. Same with you." She gives me a pitying look as if I didn't already know the answer to that one.

"So, because you've had sex before, he couldn't sell you? Well, damn, I've been getting railed for months by five guys all the time. Sorry to break it to him, but if that's the case, I wouldn't be worth much either. And the fact that I'm pregnant can't help."

"Wait... five?" her brows rise. "That's more than three," she mumbles that last part to herself. "Maybe..."

"Yes, five," I repeat. "All five guys who are going out of their minds trying to find me right now. So, be ready for that."

She nods slowly. "To answer your question from before, no. I'm actually still a virgin." Her cheeks heat. "It's the ‘perfect' part that I don't live up to. To him, I'm defective. Epilepsy isn't exactly a selling point. If he did his research before taking me, he would have known about my condition. So, he's just kept me until he finds someone who's willing to deal with my defect—his words not mine—but is also beneficial to him. I'm twenty-five and still here." She shrugs. "But hopefully not for long."

"And why do you think you're not going to be here much longer?"

"Well, when your men come banging down the door, I can leave with you." She gives a smile so damn big I don't know what to do with it.

She's... an interesting person. A few screws loose, but who can I judge? I like getting chased through the woods and getting railed by masked men.

Dynika's been locked up for years, I'd go a little stir crazy too if I was her.

"Oh, and also, the reason why he wants you is because he could still sell you for a good price. Even if you're not pure. Her..." She points to my belly. "Her on the other hand, would bring him a hell of a lot more." Her face goes dark. "And that's why we need to kill him. Because I'd go down swinging before I'd ever let him hurt her."

The idea of that fucking monster touching my child makes me want to gouge his eyes out and stab him until he's weeping blood. I'd be dead before that bastard gets his hands on my daughter.

Well, shit. Whoever this girl is, I think I like her.

"I have a sister."

"Yup." She giggles.

"An older sister."

"Not by much," she tells me. "Six years." I don't even want to think about the life she's lived while I was living pretty good until we left. Even then, life at Safe Haven was good. I had my guys, who did she have? From the sounds of it, no one.

"Do you have any idea how we could get out of here? You seem to be able to get in here without issues."

"No." She shakes her head. "I have free rein to roam the house, but there's always someone watching. They would shoot me to disable me before letting me escape."

"So, we're stuck here until my guys get here?"

"Sadly, pretty much. But until he bans me from seeing you, I can keep you company." The hope in her voice is so damn thick I don't have the heart to turn her away. It's like she's craving company. And honestly, talking to myself is concerning me a little.

And, there's the fact I have a fucking sister! Not going to lie, even with all this fucked up bullshit happening, I'm pretty excited. I've always wanted a sibling. Even if this one is a little out there.

"Alright then," I sigh. "You like Twilight ?"