Sisters by chance - The beginning

Not Alone

Tobias POV

Back in the truck's cab sitting in the passenger seat, I leaned back with my feet at the dashboard. We have been driving in circles the last few days. Sofia is still just an hour away from her home but, she doesn't know that. Even though we have Sofia and two others, Sofia is his now, so he needs more girls before we leave. The market is in a week. I sigh heavily, loathing summertime. Now, when we are three instead of two, we need extra money, he has to take more girls this year. I rub my face with my hands. I'm tired. I couldn't sleep last night while listening to him demanding that she willingly participate in his twisted fantasy. Her choked squeals and the gurgling sounds of her throat being compressed filled the entire cabin making my skin crawl. She lasted longer than I thought and, I'm not sure if that's a good thing. He had this pleased smile on his face this morning, even though he was furious at her for refusing him. To him, this is a game or a sport, like breaking in horses. It sickens me. Sofia has recently understood, what I have known for years, the things I have to do to survive him. Unlike her, I'm not human. I heal within minutes or hours when he loses his s**t completely. Being a werewolf has benefits, no doubt. The thought of her pain causes my wolf to bristle in my head, making the hairs in my neck stand. It will take days for her to properly heal, weeks even. I feel sorry for her and can only help within limits. I rub my face again and close my eyes hard in an attempt to block the memories of her sounds. At least he is busy now for a couple of days, giving her some time to adjust. 

Sofia's POV

This is surreal. How is it that I'm terrified and, at the same time, is bored out of my mind? The contrast while being kidnapped is absurd! Except for Tobias' brief visit before I'm alone and have nothing to do. Sitting against the wall I at least have some clothes on at the moment. I'm humming randomly, not knowing how else to pass the time. The intro of some of my favorite songs comes one by one… 'I'm not a stranger to the dark, hideaway, they say. Cause we don't want your broken parts'... With my swollen throat, the high notes sound awful, let's try another one. 

'Counting all the assholes in the room, Well I'm definitely not alone..'

'Well, I'm not alone. You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're a fool…' a small voice is filling the dark singing with me.

'Well that's just like me yoohoo and I know you too…' Her voice is lighter than mine, I'm sure it's a girl. Tobias may be thin but his voice is low and soft.

'Mr perfect don't exist my little friend…' I trail off and let her finish. Am I not the only one? 

"Hello?" I ask hesitantly. 

"Hi, who are you?" 

"I'm Sofia, who are you?" 

"Agnes, I'm Agnes…" her voice is light and thin, hesitant like mine was. 

"You're not one of them?" she suddenly asks, sounding like she is about to cry. I can't help snorting with laughter, It is a horrible sound, wheezy. I hiss from the pain in my throat. My eyes brim with tears and, I regret making any sounds. 

"No." I managed to whisper, "I was taken, probably three days ago. I'm not sure, to be honest,'' Again, my thoughts trail away to my family wondering where they think I am and if they are looking for me yet. 

"What's wrong with your voice?" she asks softer this time. So with a heavy heart and an unsteady voice, I tell Agnes how I ended up here. And how I came to sound like this and by whom. Afterward, I feel lighter and less alone. Even the closed space seems lighter, I can even see daylight trickle in through the cracks. Dust swirls in the light, it's like a little dance making me smile. Even if Tobias was nice, giving me food and water, talking to me. This is different. She is like me, taken, bound, scared. even bored. Apparently, she was walking home from a party when the truck stopped and a man asked for direction. Her recollection is fussy due to the alcohol. She isn't sure how many people are involved in her abduction or when it happened. She takes me by surprise when she suddenly asks. 

"Hey, Mia! How long have we been here?" 

"No, Sofia. My name is Sofia!" I say sheepishly, is she still drunk? A second voice is heard from behind the wall where Agnes is. How many are there? A soft and pleasant voice starts to talk:

"I've been here five days, you came yesterday night. She has been here four days I think…" The girl called Mia answered lingering. It's like she is contemplating the truth of her words. She must mean me, has it been four days already? It can't be. 

"Hey! How many are you back there?" I wonder. 

"Oh, it's just us two!" Agnes' answer is somewhat cheerful. Mia isn't the talking type, I like her! She is a listener. But she tells her story, and it is similar to Agnes. Walking home after a party. They seem to be victims of opportunity and not targeted like me. I mean, he was in my home, in my bedroom, in my bed…

Talking to the girls is nice, Agnes is eighteen and Mia is twenty like me. Mia and I have a lot in common, we spend our time talking and singing to lighten the dark and try to suppress the psychological darkness creeping in our minds. Somehow we don't only manage to make time go, it flies! The sun that previously sought its way through the cracks has long since disappeared. The darkness around us is dense and oppressive. If not for the company, I would have been beside myself with grief. I am desperate, but not without hope.