Chapter 3 – Plan

AN: Hey guys… I am really glad that you enjoyed the last chapter of my story. Seriously… it is getting pretty intense in the story right now. Hopefully more and more people get interested in the story…

Well Fate Works in Strange Ways officially ended, and I have to say that I am sad to see it go. Unfortunately, and I have learned, if you continue to drag on the story line then people will most definitely lose interest in the story and then it's just hard to keep the story going. I am so glad that my readers enjoyed that story, and thank you so much for taking it to 700 reviews!

And just to tell you people, I am writing a sequel to "Fate Works in Strange Ways" due to popular demand. I am so surprised that so many people wanted a sequel, and so I will do what you want and write a sequel to my most popular story on Fanfiction. It's called "Fate's Journey", so check it out!!!

Anyway, here's the next chapter of the story.

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"DAD!" I yelled as I slammed the front door behind me. I burst into the living room to find my dad reading through his folder as my mom knitted in the corner.

"Whoa, calm down son. Take a seat beside me." I did as he said, breathing heavily.

"Take a deep breath honey." My mom said. I took in as much air as could fill my lungs.

"What did you want to say?" I held the sacred piece of paper in my hands as I started retelling what happened on my walk.

"I met Mauricio Montez." My dad's eyes shot wide open.

"What… how?"

"On my walk, he was driving out of our new neighbour's estate. I didn't even know who he was until he stuck his head out the window. He was asking me for directions, then when he found out who you were he said he wanted me to give you his number."

"So he could get more clients. What a cheapskate." My dad looked down into his folder, pulling out a picture.

"You sure this is what the man looked like."

"Positive, though a few years older and clean shaven." My dad nodded.

"Can I have the number?" I handed the piece of paper to him.

"What are you going to do?" my mom asked.

"Well I'll have to call up Donald and we'll think up a plan…"

"No." I said abruptly.

"What?" My dad asked, a confused look on his face.

"Gabriella is right now inside the Decourt house! We have to go in and save her!" My mom wrapped a comforting arm around me.

"Son, I know you want to get Gabriella back to her grandparents, but it's not as simple as that…"

"I don't care! She might be being raped this very second and you aren't doing anything about that!" My mom was silenced.

"Troy, son, calm down. Donald will be here soon and we'll think up a plan. Just taking her from a strangers house can not only be considered kidnapping, for which we will be charged for and not able to help her, but Decourt might not be letting anybody in because of his, guest this weekend. We need to think up a logical, realistic plan so we can get her out of there." I sighed, anger still flowing through my veins.

She was so close, yet still so far.

"But, we will save her soon, right."

"As soon as we possible can. Don't worry, what you have us is valuable evidence."

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Twenty minutes later Donald was in our house, and we were all sitting in the living room discussing the situation.

"I still don't believe that Montez would be so stupid. I mean come on, he practically handed her over into our hands." Donald commented as he stared at the phone number in his hands.

"He's blind when it comes to money. He saw wealthy man who would most likely become a good person to get business from."

"Plus," my mom added, "if the services are good enough the rich friend will tell his rich friends, resulting in more and more customers."

"Look, I understand we want to figure out why he would give out the number so easily, but can we really focus on more important things right now. Like the fact that Gabriella is currently in the estate next to us and we're doing nothing!"

"Calm down son, I already know what we're going to do." Donald said.

"Really?"

"Mhm." Donald said, reaching for my folder and taking out the picture of Gabriella, looking at it carefully. "Now, what was the reason that Montez gave us his phone number?"

"So he could get a new customer." My dad answered.

"Exactly." Donald said.

"Wait… so you're saying…" my mom said. My face paled at the thought.

"WHAT! We can't just hire her. I though the whole point was to free her from that life!"

"Calm down son, you're getting way to overworked because of this." Donald said. "Think about it. If we call and book Gabriella, then…"

It clicked.

"Then it won't look like we're up to something."

"Exactly." Donald said.

"But seriously, I mean, so we book the girl for a night, or a couple or whatever. How exactly are we going to be "freeing" her from her father? It would be more of a break." My mom asked.

"Honey," my dad said, "we would be freeing her."

"How?"

"We never give her back." Donald said, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Then we'll be charged for kidnapping!"

My poor, naïve, frazzle-brained mother.

"Mom." I said. "The police have also been looking for Gabriella for a long time. I don't think that keeping her safe from her father while we call the police and arrest his would be considered kidnapping." My mom sighed.

"Fine."

"Just quickly something I'll have to add." Donald said. He looked down again at the picture in his hands. Gabriella's face was so emotionless, so lifeless. "This girl has been abused, raped and treated like dirt her entire life. It's safe to say that she's probably not going to trust any of us for a long time."

"She might open up if we show her we're good people." I said hopefully. Donald shook his head.

"Not likely. She's probably become so good at shutting people out that it's become second nature. I mean, with a life like hers it's a miracle that she hasn't cracked yet." I sighed.

"I guess." My dad wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"Don't worry son. We're going to free her and bring her to safety. I'll even call right now."

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Gabriella's P.O.V

I was drowning.

Sinking deeper and deeper into darkness.

Emotions were overwhelming me as I sat against the tiled white walls of the bathroom. I could hear Mr. Decourt's heavy snores from the other room, and it repulsed me even more. My body was sore, but the physical pain felt like nothing compared to the heavy emotion pain I was feeling right now.

How could I live my life like this? A slave to my father's desires.

A slut.

I stood up, walking towards the mirror by the sink. I looked at the face staring back at me.

What had I become?

My frail fingers traced over the thin scar above my eyebrow, feeling the raised skin brush against them.

Another symbol of my father's control.

I reached forward, opening the cupboard above the sink. There, in my reach, were sleeping pills. Take enough and my life on this earth would be short lived. I would finally be free of my father's control.

But was it worth it?

I would get no satisfaction out of it.

A shining object in the light caught my attention. A razor. Would that help satisfy me? Help me get rid of the pain and darkness that constantly surrounded me?

I quickly snatched the razor into my grasp. Holding it up, I carefully traced the edges of blade with my finger. It gently sliced the tip of my index finger, and I watched as a drop of red spurted from the cut and trickled down my finger.

Surprisingly, I felt no pain.

Raising the blade again, I carefully pressed it against my wrist. Satisfaction flowed through my body as I felt the blade pierce through my tanned skin and watched the scarlet blood flow out of the fresh wound. Quickly I dabbed a Kleenex on the wound.

Gosh it felt so good.

I continued the pattern a couple more times until finally I figured it was enough. Just as I was tucking the razor into my small toiletry bag, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

Quickly, I threw my bag to the ground and ran back into the bedroom.

Back to my job.

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AN: Well, it seems Gabriella is trying to find help in something else, because she seems to have given up on her life. I think many people would too if they had a life as terrible as Gabriella's.

I noticed that there was a little lack in reviews for the last chapter, as well as the last chapter of "Fate's Journey". Now I don't know if it's because it's March Break and so people weren't here, but still. Oh well.

Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter!

Xoxo,

Lar