Love story-Fall to Hell

Chapter 6

I suddenly wake up feeling something cold and wet on me. I notice a bucket in the hand of the man in front of me and I have already received the answer. This i***t just threw a bucket of water on me. Whoever the people are who "kidnapped" me from the agents want to know something from me.

-Eden Sinclair. Twenty years old, a tenth grade student, without friends, family or boyfriend.

My gaze immediately moves to the man who enters the room, and the one who wet me moves aside.

-Your parents died three years ago in debt and since then you have managed on your own. He continued and gritted his teeth.

The interesting thing is that I am not connected at all. Maybe I think I have no way to escape from here? He may think that I am so fearful that I will do everything I am told. My parents didn't raise me to be thin. Yes, I'm afraid. But that means I'm not stupid.

-Who are you? I ask staring at him.

He slaps his lips, dissatisfied with the fact that I asked a question, then grins.

- What is important is not who I am. What I want to know is who you are.

- You just summed up my life in a few minutes. It means you know me.

I can't finish speaking because my head turns in the other direction and then I feel a strong sting on my cheek. The bastard hit me. The first mistake.

-Where did you get the dust? He asks, turning my head towards him.

It's not the ideal situation, but I can't help myself and burst out laughing so hard that I almost burst into tears. The man in front of me looks at me strangely and probably thinks I'm crazy.

- God... The agents are arresting me because I had a bag of powder with me, and you kidnapped me from them for the same reason. It's really funny. What the?! Are people no longer allowed to pull something up their noses? Did you find yourself preaching to me?

As I expected, the blow does not take long to appear, only this time it is stronger that I feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. The second mistake.

-Who gave it to you? What you had in that bag is the highest quality product.

- I don't know who gave it to me. I went to the club and bought like any other student.

He analyzes me to see if I'm telling the truth and then sighs.

- You will tell me who gave it to you because you will not leave here until you tell me.

The man signals to the other and then leaves the room where I am kept. They want to know about Hell. He didn't say his name but I know he knows. They just want me to tell them. No chance. I don't like wrongdoing and I don't like doing illegal things, but that doesn't mean I'm going to pour. It kills me whether I tell them or not.

If I manage to wait, maybe my friends will reach me. I just have to be patient.

Christopher Pov.

Her hair fluttering in the breeze, a few strands covering her face, but that doesn't seem to bother her at all. He laughs at something Mark said and then fixes his gaze on me. That innocent look that started to haunt me from the first day. The resemblance between her and Layla is amazing and despite all that the two do not look alike at all. Layla was fearless when it came to being with new people, but she was a little silly. She dreams too much...Eden, on the other hand, is shy, but she's damn smart. Even though in the first days I was confused and couldn't tell the difference between the two, I ended up not seeing Layla anymore when I look at Eden. I see her. As it is. She is far too innocent for her own good. She's way too smart for her own good. She is...like no other. And it is so forbidden to me. Not only to me but also to those around me. He is a person you always want around you. She is caring, and I only realized that from the fact that she always worries about my lack of sleep.

- Boss'.

I am brought to reality by Mark, who also hasn't had much rest since Eden disappeared.

-What? Did you find it?

He bows his head and I feel the need to break something at this moment. Maybe even his head because he was there when the agents jumped her. He could help her. It didn't help me at all that he came to inform me that Eden had not arrived at the ward.

- You would do well to find her as soon as possible. He disappeared for three days already and you haven't told me anything new for all that time. What do I pay you then?

I raised my voice quite loudly because I see him taking two steps back.

- Find her, please. I say broken this time and pass my hands over my face.

- Yes, sir. That's all Mark says and then leaves.

I feel so helpless. I have so much power and yet I can't do anything. Power doesn't help me at all. Images of Layla's lifeless body pass through my mind and a strange feeling takes over me. Fear. I haven't felt fear for... too long, but now I'm afraid of what would happen to Eden. Maybe he's not even alive anymore. Maybe that's why I can't find it. Damn... If she's dead...

Not. Eden is smart. I just hope that if she is asked to cooperate in exchange for her life, she will do so.

- It's at our former drug warehouse. Says Mark entering my office almost slamming the door down.

I don't stay still for a second. I take my cane and follow Mark to the rest of the boys. All of my people who know Eden well gathered in the living room to help and I owe them for that. Maybe I will increase their salary.