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Trixie
“Trixie, I can’t do this anymore. I’m so tired,” Khloi sobs into her knees.
“You can. I know you can and will. If not for me or for that hot mafia man that follows you around then do it for your little man at home who needs you” I tell her softly.
Khloi just shakes her head and continues to sob. Taking a deep breath, I look again at the nasty cell for something, hell anything to get us out of here. I stand and pace the small amount that the chain around my ankle will let me. There is nothing in the room.
The floors are bare concrete with a drain in the middle. There are two long skinny windows on the east side of the room. I only know this because the sun rises through it every morning. The door is on the south side with two deadbolts. We have one mattress that I’ve let Khloi have, seeing as these assholes seem to be more interested in her than me.
Every couple of days, they come in and take her out for a few hours to bring her back with less fight and will to live than the last. I try every day to keep her spirits up and calm enough not to bring unwanted attention. I know that my brother will find us and get us out of here. I just have to have faith that it’ll be before they completely break Khloi. I know she’s strong but I can see the fight starting to wane in her eyes.
“We are going to get out of here. I know it! Troy won't let this go. Hell, I know that the mafia man is coming for you. No man that shadows you the way he does is going to just let you disappear.”
“Trixie, I love that you believe that but we both know that it’s not going to happen. These men aren’t going to just let us go. I mean we aren’t even the only ones here. There’s one girl who says that she’s been here for almost a year!” she whisper-screams at me. Her eyes are wide in fear like I’ve never seen.
My stomach drops at the true realization that we may not actually get out of here. Damn it! I don’t even know if we are still in America. The men that took us haven’t spoken but a few words of English, yet they aren’t speaking Spanish either. It’s almost Indian but not quite. Then it hits me if there is one that’s been here that long maybe just maybe we have a chance too.
“Khloi, do they make you make ransom videos or anything?” I question. A plan for getting us out starts to take place.
“What do you mean?” she asks, confused.
I scoot towards her, motioning for her to move towards me, “I’ve never asked what happens when you go out there because I never believed that you would want to talk about it right now. But when they get out there do you guys make calls or videos or anything?” I asked her again.
“I’ve made two videos. But she said she has made a new one every couple of weeks. That they keep getting money and as long as they do they are keeping her,” Khloi says, thinking hard.
“Perfect. Can you and her talk?”
“I mean a little. Nothing too much. Why?” she asks.
“Okay here is what you are going to have her say. Tell her to work into her convo somehow that Ghost and Spook are what needs to be found,” I tell her.
“What does that even mean?” Khloi asks.
“Ghost and Spook have a protection, search, and rescue company. They were on my brother’s SEAL team and they all got out at the same time. All eight of them still work together there. If this family is as well connected as it sounds then they’ll know what to look for,” I whisper. Feeling for the first time in weeks a rush of excitement at possibly going home rushing through me.
I see a small amount of hope fill her eyes as well, “I can do that. Yeah, I can do that for sure. Do you really think that this will work?”
“God don’t I fucking hope so.” I reach out toward her and we are able to hold hands. The door flies open and in steps two guards one with a bag full of what smells like food.
We both step back away from each other. They smirk at me before starting to speak. I have no idea what they are saying but they swing the food bags out in front of us. I reach for the bag but he just shakes it and takes a step away. Khloi screams out in pain when the assholes strike her down. Knowing that she can’t handle anything else. I draw their attention to myself.
“Hey, you dumb asshole, come pick on someone your own size!” I shout, standing to my full height and stepping closer to him.
The second guard drops the bag at Khloi’s feet before turning and coming at me. “Oh, you’ve done it now,” the little voice in my brain grips at me.
The two guards scream at me and I don’t know what they are saying so I just stand with my chin held high ready for a fight. The guard drops the food just as the second fist connects with my cheek. My world spins but I don’t step back. My brother didn’t teach me to take a punch for nothing. The second blow knocks me off my feet and they just start kicking and screaming at me. Khloi screams for them to stop but they don't, they just keep going. Eventually, I passed out from the pain thankful for the darkness.
***
“Fuck, it hurts to breathe,” I huff out a chuckle when Khloi returns.
It’s been five days since the ass beating I got from the guards. Thankfully because of my brief time as an EMT, I was able to access nothing major has been damaged. Just a few bruises, maybe even some slightly fractured ribs. A sprained wrist but what worries me is that I’m almost certain my ankle is broken.
Khloi waits for the guards to leave before speaking, “Trixie, are you sure you are okay?”
“I’m on a vacation sitting in the sun on a beach. How are you, my dear friend?” I smirk in the best way that I can.
