Drug Lord's Kitten

Returned

Hanna

My hands were fisted, I was sweating and turning around in a very soft, familiar bed. I was trying to pull myself out of the nightmare that I had been seeing for so long and I finally did. I woke up gasping and scared. My eyes dashed across the room I was in now, and it was my own bedroom. I was sleeping on my own bedroom, I woke up and I was no longer in the metal shackles neither the old rotten room. My room had a big window and it was opened, the golden, predawn sunlight was dazzling inside my room, the evil darkness and mist was long gone but I stayed on bed thinking about whether everything was a nightmare. No!

What I went through was real right?

I shook my head nervously before panicking and rushing out of the bedroom. I was in my own house and in my room. How did I get here? As far as I remember, I had no memory of coming here and last night I fell asleep after crying for so long. There was no possible way for me to get here.

"Mommy!" I screamed as I went downstairs quickly, I stumbled across a few things that were on the ground and they were there since the day I went to the ballet class. I picked one of the things up and gasped. How was it possible?! Was the whole kidnapping thing a dream? Wasn't that man and that woman all real?

I continued to rush inside the kitchen where my Mom was standing and cooking. Without a second thought, I threw my hands on her and embraced her tightly like a little child. Soon I started crying on her shoulders. This is what I wanted for the whole time I was inside the cell and now I finally got it.

My Mom laughed, and then pulled away. "What's wrong? To much love for me today?" She turned around and continued to stir inside the pot. My mouth hung open and my hands fell away from her. I furrowed my eyebrows together and looked at her with confusion.

"What's wrong?" I whispered. "I was kidnapped by these two me—" before I could even complete telling my Mom what happened to me, she stopped me.

"Another nightmare?" She asked without any tension lacing in her tone. She acted like everything was normal and I wasn't away from the past few days. I didn't even know what day or time was today.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her around to me. Tears welled down my cheeks as I looked at her tension-free face.

"I was kidnapped, I was taken by two men and they kept me inside a room and locked me. The man had a gun and he killed someone in front of me," I cried and explained to her everything. I couldn't go on details because my heart was wrenching with pain by remembering the incident. I still couldn't believe that it was all over and I was back home.

"Oh my baby, calm down, nothing happened. You just woke up right now," She said as she cupped my face and poured at my tears.

"Mom, I'm not lying and it wasn't a dream. It was real!" I exclaimed. My head began to hurt because of all the things. I didn't understand why my Mom believed that whatever happened was a nightmare. Was it?

She patted my hand and pulled me to her chest again. "It was a dream, baby. Now go quickly freshen up and come down, I'll have the breakfast ready in a moment. We'll go to the mall and have some fun today," My Mom explained.

I pulled myself away from her in anger. "Stop! I didn't see a dream, it was real, I was kidnapped. I was missing for so many days and you don't care??!" I screamed.

"I do care, but you weren't missing." She kept on ignoring the incident like it never happened and it was making me mad.

"Okay," I nodded my head and folded my hands across my chest. "Where was I yesterday?" I questioned.

"You went to the ballet class last night and your Dad picked you up on the way," My Mom said.

I opened my mouth to say something but I had no words to say to my Mom who wasn't accepting that I was kidnapped.

"That was like last week!" I exclaimed after a moment. "And then I was kidnapped before I could even go to my ballet class," I added.

She placed her hands on my arms and rubbed them up and down, trying to comfort me but I wasn't calming down.

"Thursday was yesterday and you have ballet classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Nothing happened to you, and whatever you think happened is just your imagination or a simple dream. Ask your Dad or I'll call the ballet class and they'll say you showed up yesterday," My Mom suggested.

I angrily turned away from my Mom and went inside my living room. I picked up the phone and dialed the number to my ballet class. Yesterday, I was inside that prison and today I was free. What was happening?

I couldn't have attended the ballet class if I was somewhere else yesterday. My ballet teacher, Ms. Smith, picked up the phone and my Mom came out of the kitchen to hear the conversation.

She was finally going to know the truth.

"Hello? Ms. Smith, it's me Hanna." I said.

"Yes, Hanna?" She asked.

I took a deep breath in while thinking about what was I going to say to her. I was thrown into confusion and nothing seemed to be alright.

"Did I come yesterday?" I enquired.

"Yes, why would you ask that?" She responded. My eyes stopped wondering around the house and then landed on my Moms. She was right.

"Okay, thank you," I quickly trailed off before cutting the call and place the phone back. I got back to my Mom and narrowed my eyes down. Everything startled me, I knew it wasn't a nightmare because I felt it all.

I looked down to my clothes and I was wearing the same exact ones except for they were clean and washed. I raised my pants up a little and all the chain wounds appeared.

"See, I have marks, I was chained by the people who took me!" I exclaimed and I showed my wounds to my Mom. At least now she'd believe me!

"Hanna, you fell down from the stairs and that's why you have these marks. Not only that, you even bruised your cheek and remember you Dad room you to the clinic. That was days ago!" My Mom explained.

I continually shook my head and denied whatever she said. I never fell down from the stairs and these marks were from the chains those cruel people put me inside and the bruise I had on my cheek was when he slapped me.

"Please stop!" I exclaimed as I slapped my hands over my ear. "You're lying again and again. I was kidnapped, those men that come to meet Dad everyday, took me and abused me." I added.

She came closer to me, but I moved further away from her. I couldn't believe that my Mom would lie to me. I rushed back to my room and dropped down on the bed.

Why was this happening to me?

First, I was kidnapped and now this all. I noticed one thing and that was my hair, it was washed and clean. I was clean and as far as I remember, I didn't shower inside that horrible bath tub so who made me shower? Who got me here? Who cleaned my clothes? Who changed my clothes? Who freed me? Who washed my body?

I had so many questions but there wasn't anyone who could answer them. I cried till dawn because of how messy my life had become. When the night came, I went down to have some food because I was hungry. The entire time I was in my room, I thought about everything but nothing made sense.

At the moment, I didn't trust myself on hallucinating and imaging things but I surely knew that everything wasn't a mere nightmare.

Although I wished for it to be.

My eyes were swollen and there was a long stitched wound on my cheeks that would at least take months to disappear. I went downstairs and saw my Dad. I went by his side and hugged him. At least I got my parents back.

My Dad hugged me back silently and my Mom just placed the plates on the dining table like everything was normal.

"What happened to me?" I asked my Dad while looking straight into his eyes because he would never lie to me. His gaze separated from mine and moved back nervously like he was hiding something.

"Nothing," He whispered as he looked at the food and waited for it to served by my Mom.

"I was kidnapped right?" I asked.

"She's been talking about few people who kidnapped her and locked her and stuff since the whole day. I told her a billion times that it was her imagination and nothing else but she isn't believing me," My Mom said to my Dad.

I rolled my eyes at her and turned back to my Dad. I knew my Mom was lying but my Dad wouldn't.

"Please tell me what happened to me? I was taken right?" I asked my Dad.

"No," he replied casually. He placed his hand on my cheek and patted me. "You're imagining things like before," he added.

All my hopes were shattered, I pushed his hand away and got straight up.

"Yes, at one point of my life I was imaging things because I couldn't concentrate on studies and my final exams but right now, I'm done with school and I don't have any tension to take. What happened to me was real, and you people are lying and hiding it from me!" I explained.

"We need to take her therapy again," My Mom suggested to my Dad.

"I don't need to go therapy!" I exclaimed loudly. Did my own parents think I am a psycho? "Please, papa, you know something happened. You didn't pick me up from the ballet class that day because I was taken by those men that come into our house every week. Just believe me that it all was real and that's all," I rushed towards my Dad and grabbed his hand before crying.

"Hanna, I picked you up from the ballet class last night, stop imagining things that didn't even happen. No one took you and those men are nice people," My Dad replied.

"You both are lying!" I screamed as I moved far away from them. I rushed back inside my room, grabbed my phone and my wallet.

"Where are you going?" My Mom asked as she saw me come downstairs and head towards the door. It was just 8 PM and I had a lot of time to do what I wanted. If I was going to accept that everything was a dream, then I would go crazy and I knew very well that nothing was a dream.

"I'm going to the police station," I stated before walking out of the main door. My Mom tried to run behind be but she eventually stopped, maybe she realized that something was actually wrong. Either way, I hopped on my bicycle and drove away from the house. My legs moved faster and faster, the cold east wind was at my side and with caution I slowed down because the weather was getting horrible.

The police station was just a few miles away from my house and I reached there in no time. The sun had settled down long ago, the bitter darkness was glooming everywhere but the feeling of being free was completely different for me. I was happy but mad at the same time.

Parking my bicycle by the police station, I jumped out and went inside. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and sighed out of relief. This had to be done. There were a few police officers standing by a desk which I assumed was the reception.

"Hello," A man turned to my direction and stopped talking with his fellow workers. "How can I help you?" He asked.

My tongue flickered over my bruised lips and I stated without fear, "I want to put a case on someone for kidnapping,"

Worry and tension soon collected up around his face and he motioned his friend to open a notepad.

"On who?" He asked. "And who was kidnapped?"

"Me," I replied. The few men in front of me were startled after listening to what I uttered.

"Okay, please follow me." The man smiled and waved his hand out. We walked away from the main reception and went inside a room.

"Have a seat," He said before he sat down in his own seat. The office was pretty big and there were a few more officers who were standing behind me. I took my seat in front of his desk and then he started questioning me.

"Please fill this form, write your name and details. Also, we'll require your identification card." The man said. I nodded my head and my hands went ahead to my purse. I pulled out my ID and gave it to them.

I started to fill up the form, I didn't have to write many details because only personal details like name, age, school were asked.

"Okay, Ms. Hanna, what happened? What time and date? Please go on with all the details," He asked.

As I was about to speak, another police officer came in front and he opened his notepad as he was about to note everything down. I exhale and closed my hands together.

It's going to be fine.

I was out of that hell hole at least.

"I don't remember the date but it was a Thursday because I was heading for my ballet class. Suddenly, a few guys came and they took me inside a van. I woke up in a cell, like a prison room, the ones where you keep your prisoners." I said and he nodded his head.

"There they kept me and there was this woman who used to give me food. Her name was Bertha and then there was this man, he was really dangerous and he had guns. He shot another man in front of me and he even put a gun on me. His name was Angelo and he was around - maybe - 30's...I'm not sure." I explained. While speaking, my words caught me and I started stuttering when those horrible scenes rushed into my head.

"Then I don't know somehow I just woke up in my room this morning. I asked my parents and they say nothing happened and that I saw a dream. But I'm not lying! I have marks from the chains they kept me in, and this bruise on my face is because the man slapped me. Please, you can help me, I have no one to turn too and my parents won't believe me." I sobbed frantically. I wiped my tears away and sniffed.

"We'll have to call your parents," The man said after a long moment of utter silence. My lips parted open and I shook my head.

"No, they aren't going to believe me. They are lying and saying nothing happened," I said.

"Well, Ms. Hanna, you're currently staying under them and before we can have any investigation, we'll need to have permission from your parents. And if you were missing or kidnapped, your parents must have reported you here and there is no report like that made in the past few weeks." The officer explained. My eyes narrowed down to my thighs and closed my fists together.

They were also not going to believe me.

"Do you want to continue? We can call your parents right away," the officer asked.

I shook my head and licked my lips before getting up from the seat. "No, it's okay." I said before leaving the room.

I slowly walked outside of the police station and back to my bicycle.

Maybe they all were right.

Maybe my parents were right.

Maybe I was never kidnapped and it was all my imagination.

Maybe it was just a nightmare.

But I for surely knew that the man was real. His touch, his voice and his eyes were for sure real. And if no one was going to help me find what happened and why was I kidnapped then I'm going to find about it by myself.

Because I had a feeling that this was going to happen again. And I was going to let myself go through that same torture once again.