kick some ass

"Let go of the past."

-Robert Greene.

"True discovery begins where your comfort zone ends."

-Adam Braun.

"Turn your wounds into wisdom."

-Oprah Winfrey.

This chapter is dedicated to Wattpad Tejiri2002 asamaoh PerryOpe oa_judith Agathi_bw

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When I was nine years old, my mom and dad quarrelled daily and constantly. They were at the verge of filing for a divorce because the marriage wasn't working out. Dad had mistresses and hardly cared about mom. Whoever said happily ever after existed is a bloody liar. Because this is reality. It was one of the traumatic experience of my life. It was a very painful moment.

And at ten, it started innocently enough during summer. Mom complained of rapid headache daily and she was late diagnosed of brain tumour. She was dying physically, I was dying emotionally. I could feel the pains too. Death was written everywhere and I had scary nightmares to back it up. It was a ginormous predicament. She was later flown to India for surgery. The surgery came out successfully but my heart was broken and stabbed in million pieces. I never wished to experience such emotional turmoil again.

So the plan was, conclude twelfth grade. Badge a pharmacy degree, take over the family's business, Empire. And live a good life. That was the plan. But life has a funny way of catching you unaware and striking you with its own trials and tribulations just to shatter your plans.

How exactly did I find myself in such a nefarious, precarious predicament?

My head is pounding like a building collapsed on my head. It throbs like someone pierced my skull with a hot blazing knife. The migraine hurts like I have a toothache in my brain. The pain is excruciating, debilitating and soaring.

My vision is disturbed with some horrible smelling plastic bag. I'm strained against the zip-ties, blood running over the translucent plastic, red on white. My nose is filled with the musty scent of the sack that covered my head and in the almost blackness, my eyes strained for some sign of what is to come from the cold metal beneath my body.

I continuously shift my butt from left to right, hoping I can relieve myself of the pain of sitting on the bare ground for long. I can hear voices echoing, and loud footsteps all around. I knew I was in danger zone. I can sense it, I can feel it all around me, it is the aura surrounding this horrible place. Surely someone was looking for me. The police, FBI, SWAT, my family, friends, anyone.

My head is blank with no recollection of how I got here. I tried to breathe calmly and remain still while I racked my brain for anything. Any dots that can connect and solve this puzzle. I mean, this real-life puzzle.

He glanced my way, peering down his crooked nose with a horrible little smile that displayed his decaying teeth.

"I'd offer you some wine, pretty girl." He then loaded a syringe from a small brown vial and plunged into my arms. And blackness swept me off my feet in grand style to marry me to abduction. A perfect husband Indeed!

"Hello, is anybody here?" I hollered and kept shifting motion from left to right. "Please help me."

I could hear and feel the footsteps. He is closer to me. He yanked the sack of my face and I struggled to adjust my eyes to the sunlight by blinking several times.

"I almost forgot you were downstairs." He said.

"I almost forgot you ever existed." I bit back.

He wore a sweat-stained T-shirt and shorts. His bare legs were hairy and filled with long, jagged scars. He had tattoos on every bare skin, he had a shaggy and dirty blonde hair. His usual crooked smile gazed at me.

"I can't believe you did this to me." I spat with a scowl on my face.

"What? Kidnapped you?" He folded his arms and leaned on the wall.

"No, I'm fine with the kidnapping, I was just put off by how you messed up my hair," I said sarcastically. "Yes of course, I'm upset you kidnapped me." I hollered, throwing my body on the ground aggressively.

He smiled, exposing his decayed teeth and took a cigarette from his pocket.

"I picked you off the street because you were beautiful." He puffed out a cloud of smoke. "You should feel flattered." He chuckled while I boiled in rage.

Who the hell does he think he is? Such a horrible creature.

"Look, I will give you whatever you want, but you have to let me go," I promised.

He chuckled darkly and circled me thrice before slamming his hands on the table and fear coerced me. "I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed." He sneered.

My dad always said a show of weakness is an inlet for the enemy to surge through. The last thing I will do is to let him know he is getting to me.

I put on my mask of defiance and surety while I tried to put my plans in motion.

I looked around me trying to find a sharp object to cut the rope tied around my hands. It is an old building with a tattered roof, broken windows, and peeling walls. S.B.G.L was written in every corner of the room.

"What does S.B.G.L stand for?" I queried and stared at his miserable self.

He cracked his knuckles and threw his cigarette on the floor before stepping on it. "Put the snatch on, blackmailers and grapplers league."

A dark guy with dreads and tattoos came in with a bowl of oatmeal and dropped it on the floor next to me. He gave me a sickening smile that revealed his silver teeth.

"Eat." He barked, he is muscular and fierce-looking.

"Please tell me what you want," I whispered desperately to him hoping he will be sensible.

"Don't worry yourself sweetheart, your rich father will take care of our wants. But for now, you should eat. You must be hungry since you have had nothing to eat in the past five days." He mumbled and stood up.

My head began spinning and my vision blurred with dots dancing around. I have been captured for five freaking days? Damn it!

"Not eating the food you were served won't make me give you nicer foods, so crawl like a little cute pet that you are and lick the damn bowl clean." The white man with cruel smile threatened as he chugged down a bottle of liquor.

"And what if you act like a wild dog and smear your nose in the damn oat instead." I smiled wiggling my brows. He walked towards me and grabbed my hair from behind, then slammed my face on the wall with blood dripping from it.

With anger in my system, I used my tied up hands and smashed his groin while he hopped on one leg and kept screaming. "Son of a bitch!"

I knew the battle line had been drawn when he came back in full force and smashed my face. I could feel all my facial bone broken. Broken eye sockets, broken jaw bone, broken nose cavity. All of it was broken. I probably needed cosmetic surgery to fix them up.

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♥Jess' POV♥

We were heading out of the estate when we saw a small girl crying in pain. Out of compassion, we walked towards the girl to help her.

A bus drove and shoved us roughly to the floor. The little girl wiped her tears and ran away. She was an accomplice to the hardened criminals. A criminal at such a young age is a criminal for life.

We laid on the floor trembling. I wasn't touched, it was as if Anna was the target because she was ordered to turn around and a life-sucking leech injected her till she passed out. He slammed my butt when I attempted to cry for help. He lifted Anna on his shoulders effortlessly and off the bus they went.

All this happened five days ago when I went to settle our differences. All I remembered that was boldly written all round the bus that lacked plate number was S.B.G.L.

I had no idea what it meant, but I knew finding the meaning will lead us to her, someway, somehow. A search party has being on the hunt all to no avail. The Gray's residence is deserted with her mom in an emotional turmoil. Her dad in a grumpy mood, her Granny in a prayer mood as she kept mumbling Italian words. Mrs Bailey kept baking cakes and cookies as she tried her little way to ease the tension.

I'm worried about my best friend, I worry if she has had anything to eat, if she hasn't been killed, if she didn't show too much fierceness and stubbornness because that can only infuriate her abductors.

The boys received me back with open hands, though we are all unhappy. They try to ease the mood and tension with sprinkles of stupidity. It is a sweet-bitter moment. Amelia is a blunt girl who is kind-hearted, smart and beautiful. But I can't help but feel jealous that she will snatch my best friend from me.

And Ralph and the guys? They are nowhere to be found.

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♥Anna's POV♥

Those painful memories are books with chapters. Deep and horrible, so I left them on the shelf somewhere in my brain to gather dust.

I promised myself not to pick them up unless I needed to learn something, to gain a perspective that helps me create my own good story.

But here I'm again, in another painful reality. It used to be physical pain vs emotional pain. But never have I ever imagined that I will experience both pains simultaneously.

I feel weak and sleepy, who knows? I have probably been injected again. My eyes are drowsy and my head is heavy. I want all of it to stop. All the pains to end. Why does my life always have to be drama-filled? Why does it have to be from one pain to the other?

Why does it feel like Karma is sitting somewhere and shuffling my destiny like cards? Why does it feel like my life was drafted and written by a heartless, inconsiderate author?

The white cruel man forced the oatmeal in my mouth and I bite his hand till I could feel his bones, his carpals and metacarpals shift. He grabbed the bowl and slammed it on my face. My hair and body are filled with oats.

Fear travelled in my veins but never made it to my facial muscles or skin. I'm breathing heavily, sweat-drenched and tear-filled face as I stared at him menacingly with nose flared.

"And to think you were easy to handle." He kicked his foot on the door, the hinges shook furiously like they will come clamouring down like the tower of babel in seconds.

"I will be back after I clean up this mess." He spat and opened the door ready to exit.

"Why bother cleaning that up when you are the definition of a mess. You should erase your existence instead" I laughed with tears spiralling down my face and he slammed the door.

I stared at my bruised skin, heat licked at my sunburned skin and coiled around my limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent. The ground is smouldered and sent up a disorientating haze. The silhouette of a person reflected. I threw my gaze in the direction and stared all the way up.

His face is covered in a hood. His hands and body are fully clad in the scorching sun. Fear travelled down my spine as I imagined him shooting me with a gun filled with silencer and running away.

I'm just too young to die now!

He advanced towards me in cold calculated quiet steps and tried to touch me.

"No! Don't--don't touch me," I screamed, flinching away from the desperate hoodie guy's touch.

"Let me help you, I won't hurt you. I promise." He whispered delicately. The voice seemed familiar.

"Aren't you one of them? Have you come to murder me now?" I stared at him wide-eyed with my breath fast and shallow.

"How do you intend knowing if you don't trust me?"

"Trust?" I cried out. "I trust no bloody asshole here." I spat with my body trembling in uncontrollable fear.

He sighed and brought a small knife from his pocket. He walked towards me, trailing the knife on my skin.

"Take--take it away," I screamed and he chuckled.

I closed my eyes muttering my last prayers. Then I felt the rope binding my hands yanked away.

Surprise and relief overwhelmed me as I stared at the Samaritan in a new light.

"Who are you?" My voice trembled as I hiccuped.

"Your one and only saviour, baby doll."

Laughter--laughter, pure joy and ecstasy reverberated around me as I jumped up into his waiting arms. He began to murmur pleasing words in my ears and wiped off all blood, sweat, and tears solution from my body. It was good to be true. He pulled me into a passionate kiss. A kiss that communicated a thousand and one words. It brought healing to my body.

Footsteps became nearer and we detangled from each other with Ralph spreading his hand to shield me.

"Hey kid, I will give you a bit of advice from a big brother. Stay away from her and let the sleeping dogs lie. Run while you can to avoid getting your sorry ass whooped." The huge muscular guy said and began cracking his knuckles.

"Here is an advice from a brother. Let the tomboy be and you won't rot in jail." Ralph pulled his hoodie and mask to reveal his identity.

The dude got angry and threw a blow at Ralph. A blow he effectively dodged as he slammed his fists in his stomach making him stagger backwards.

The noise from the black man alerted the others and soon the white guy grabbed a plank and charged with a mighty cry. I dodged to the side in one fluid motion. I jumped on his back and used Ralph's small knife to stab his back repeatedly till he fell on the floor gasping for breath.

The black guy swivelled in Ralph's direction and smashed his face. Ralph's eyes were a blazing red and his dark hoodie made the rest of his features indistinguishable. He began punching him ferociously.

My legs were aggressively pulled and I fell on the floor panting as my head banged hard on the floor with a pool of blood forming beneath it. The white guy advanced towards me with a broken bottle. I grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in his eyes.

"That's for being a nuisance." I struggled to get up, I collected the bottle from his tight grip and plunged it into his thighs repeatedly till his faded jean turned crimson red as he continued screaming in agony and torture.

"Turned out you didn't need my help," Ralph grinned as he wiped my bloodied head with his jacket.

"Now c'mon, we need to get out of here," I said urgently and grabbed his hand while he dragged me through a dark and narrow passageway.

He led the way, we hid when we heard voices. We bent when we saw shadows till we found ourselves crawling on the grasses outside the building.

We stood up and ran past a window. Someone saw us and alerted the whole crew and soon they began chasing us.

"Faster Anna, we are almost there. A car is waiting for us," Ralph said holding my hands and running fast.

Gunshots were been fired at us and the roars from the guys became louder as they chased us with machete and all other bloody pieces of equipment. From my peripheral vision, they were about twelve in numbers. Ralph had to carry me on his shoulders when I slowed us down. I was badly injured with knees terribly bleeding.

A Chevrolet impala drove past us with the doors opened. We ran faster and hoped into the car. I was about closing the door when a hoodlum grabbed my leg.

We all panicked. Ralph bought out a pen and kept stabbing the thug's hands till he released me. He jammed the door quickly, Marcos pulled the gear and drove really fast.

Gunshots were fired at our car, shattering the windows and mirrors. It was like a war scene in a freaking movie. Marcos drove faster with the speedometer hitting maximum speed per second. It was the most frightening day of my life.

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