Hey guys!
So I'm redoing a few of my stories and thought I'd add this one to the list. Hopefully you'll like it more! But I hope you'll all tell me what you think! I'd already began this story earlier today, but then Fanfiction froze and although I DID SAVE, nothing was saved! :( So here I am, starting it all over again!
Warning : This chapter contains swearing and violence.
"Please papa!"
"Filth! Mówić w swoim ojczystym języku!"
"Proszę Papa!"
The older man, only known as 'The Boss', looked down the young girl. She was curled in a ball, her back facing The Boss, her knees were drawn up to her stomach and her hands cradled her head. His lip curled in disgust, like he'd stepped in shit before kicking the girl again.
"Czy to, co chciał?" The Boss shouted, turning to the boy that his men held onto. "Czy to jest chłopak?"
The Boss watched the boy flinch as he kicked the girl again. Tears streamed from her eyes, he was going to teach these two a lesson. He would not be disrespected in this way, she had no reason to do this to him; she knew the consequences for disrespecting him; this boy though? How dare he? How dare he come here and do this? It wasn't silly as Marcy made things out to be. His wife seemed to think that it was a good thing that their daughter had found someone for herself. How could his wife be so stupid? The woman had fairy tales and romance spouting out of her ears, pitiful tart.
How could loosing his daughter to this twenty three year old boy be good?! She was a pawn, a pretty little doll that would do her father's bidding. He would chose who she married, and hopefully she would be a better wife then her mother was. The sixteen year old was too wily for her own good, it was filling her mother and brothers head full of dreams of getting away, telling her mother that things could be better away from him. The Boss had stamped those ideas out of her head and this boy had arrived, and they all sprouted up again. What was worse...the boy had fucked her! Not only that, the whore had a child in her stomach! What was The Boss supposed to do with spoilt goods? What man was going to take her off his hands now? The kind of men he knew, the kind of men he would sell...marry her to, would have wanted her to be a virgin. Now what was he going to doing?
"Ty głupi kurwa! Czy wiesz, co masz zrobić?" The Boss kicked her hard before bringing a hard punch down on her head.
"Don't talk to her like that!" The boy shouted, before breaking away from the men that held him. He ran at The Boss, fist clenched before The Boss pulled out a gun and pointed it at the girl. "No!"
The Boss smirked as the boy skidded to a stop. He had to give the boy some credit, he certainly had balls. At least the girl hadn't picked a coward. "Jak o propozycję, chłopiec?"
"What?"
"Kochasz ją, tak jak mówisz, nie?" The boss asked.
"Tak, tak, oczywiście!"
"Następnie zostawić." The boss said, his expression calm and voice clear, as though this was no more then a business transaction. "Jeśli kochasz ją tak bardzo, to będzie zostawić. Zostawić, a ona mieszka. Chcesz, żeby żyć, prawda chłopcze?"
The boy looked down at her. He loved her, he really did. He never thought he'd find love, and yes, for a twenty three year old, he knew that was a cynical thought. His mother had been happy with his father, and he never thought that he would have what they did, and then he met her. If he stayed, maybe he could fight them, but he was sure that the boss could pull the trigger in a second. Then she would be gone. At least if he left then she would live. The boss spoke some truth, if he really did love her then he would leave so she could live.
"Tak. Tak. Dobra ... ale ona mieszka."
Max jolted up in bed. He was shaking and sweating, like a child being woken from a nightmare, he supposed, that's what happened. He had woken from a nightmare, it wasn't rare that Max would think about this. He thought about it a lot, but normally he could push it back, but there was something...he didn't know what to do anymore. She was on his mind all the time now.
Max got up, it was half five and his alarm would be going off in half an hour so he could get ready for work. He walked into the shower and stood there. Letting the water run down his body, it calmed him down. Even just the slightest, he had to be calm. Things had changed since then. It was ten years down the line now,and he was now thirty three. He was DS Max Carter of Sunhill Police , still she was always there in the back of his mind.
He couldn't let her run around in his mind all day, he had a mountain of paperwork to catch up on and he knew he wouldn't get it done if he was thinking about her. Admittedly, yes, Max would rather spend the day thinking about her, if he was going to be at his desk. The good times, of course. He wouldn't want to think about the last time he saw her; when he left her. He hoped that she was still alive, if the boss had kept his word then she would be.
Fresh out the shower, he continued his morning routine before making his way to the station.
"Max!" Terry shouted, swatting his head with the newspaper. "Pay attention, will you?"
Shaking his head, Max looked over to Meadows. "Sorry, Guv. Head's all over the place."
"Get focused Max. I need you on this one." Meadows said. "A woman has been abducted and the only witness is her six year daughter."
"Right Guv." Max stood up, "Do we know anything else?"
"Not at the moment, the neighbors called the police because they heard a racket and shouting. When Mel and Nate got to the scene, the house was a mess and Mel found the little girl. They're in the soft interview room."
"Right Guv."
"Max, we're not sure about the mother, but the child speaks Polish."
Max nodded and continued down to the soft interview room. Thank God, Max didn't want to seem like a sick individual, but with this on his plate it meant he didn't have time to think about his past. And with the child being Polish, perhaps this meant he would have to get involved with the Polish community again. He would go to his mother's church every month and see people then, but that was about it. Every time Max Carter got involved with the Polish community something went wrong. Max opened the door to the door to the soft interview room and watched a tiny child get up from her seat beside Mel and run behind the sofa.
"It's okay!" Mel told the child. "It's alright, you can come out. He's here to help."
Max noted that Mel was speaking slowly to the child, sometimes using hand gestures to help the small girl. Max knew that the girl knew Polish or was Polish, but was Polish all she could speak?
"She switches." Mel said, as though reading his thoughts. "Sometimes she speaks English, and other times she speaks Polish."
Max went and sat down in the arm chair next to the sofa and looked over to the girl, whom he could only just seem peeking over the sofa.
"Cześć!" Max waved at the little girl. "Nazywam się Max. Jestem policjantem i mam zamiar znaleźć swoją mamę."
The little girl came around the sofa holding a soft toy bunny, and sat down on the sofa. Mel sat down next to her, smiling and gently touching her arm. The small girl looked at Max with big eyes, clutching her bunny close to her like a life line.
"Będziesz znaleźć mamę?"
"Tak." Max told her. "Jak masz na imię?"
"Sasha Tabelski." She answered.
"Gdzie jest twój ojciec?"
"Gone."
"Gone where?" Mel asked.
"Gone back. For grandma."
"To Poland?"
Sasha nodded her head. "Papa was upset. Left Mama and Auntie here to look after Sasha and Scwolly."
Max and Mel looked at each other. "Scwolly?"
Sasha held up the bunny.
"Sasha, do you go to nursery? To play with other kids."
"Play school?"
"Yea, play school." Mel said brightly.
Sasha nodded.
"Do you know which one?"
Sasha shrugged.
Max stood up, crossed the room to grab some paper and crayons, putting them down on the table in front of Sasha.
"Does it have a big sign?"
Sasha nodded.
"Could you draw it?"
Sasha nodded and took up a crayon and started to draw for Max. When she finished, she passed the paper over to Max. It was a blue sign with a pink flower in the bottom left corner and a yellow sun in the top right. He passed it over to Mel, who looked closely at the picture.
"Sasha? Do you go to Ms Bell's little Sunshine Nursery?"
Sasha nodded.
"Thank you Sasha." Max stood, "I'm going to grab Terry and go to the Nursery, ask about the parents. You okay to stay here?"
Mel smiled and nodded as Max turned and walked out the door.
Translations
(First Scene)
- Filth! Mówić w swoim ojczystym języku = Filth! Speak in your mother tongue.
- Proszę Papa = Please Papa.
- Czy to, co chciał? = Is this what you wanted?
- Czy to jest chłopak = Is it boy?
- Ty głupi kurwa! Czy wiesz, co masz zrobić - You stupid Whore! Do you know what you have done?
- Jak o propozycję, chłopiec = What about a proposal?
- Kochasz ją, tak jak mówisz, nie = You love her as much as you say, do you not?
- Tak, tak, oczywiście = Yes, yes. Of course!
- Następnie zostawić = Then Leave.
- Jeśli kochasz ją tak bardzo, to będzie zostawić. Zostawić, a ona mieszka. Chcesz, żeby żyć, prawda chłopcze =If you love her as much as you say you do, then leave. Leave and she lives. You do want her to live, don't you boy?
- Tak. Tak. Dobra ... ale ona mieszka = Yes, yes. Of course. But she lives.
(Third Scene)
- Cześć! = Hi there
- Nazywam się Max. Jestem policjantem i mam zamiar znaleźć swoją mamę = My name is Max. I'm a policeman and I'm going to find your mama.
- Będziesz znaleźć mamę? = You're going to find mama?
- Tak - yes
- Jak masz na imię = what is your name?
- Gdzie jest twój ojciec = Where is your father?
So how do you like the new chapter? I hope I haven't made Max too OOC. Review and let me know what you think!
Peace out.
UmbraLunae