Chapter 9
Paisley's eyes lit up. "You mean that?"
Santana smiled and replied, "Of course! Do you get time to go out much?"
The little girl nodded her head.
"We'll go somewhere with him and we'll escape this dreadful place. Just you, me, and Rachel."
"Who's Rachel?"
"She's my new friend. She's in the other room."
Paisley sighed and said, "Okay. He probably take us tomorrow to the market. He always does that."
Santana was impressed by Paisley's wide range of vocabulary. She talked strong for her age and even though she had been through a lot she didn't have the same raspy voices that Rachel and Santana had.
"Let's get some sleep huh?" Santana asked.
Paisley lay down on the floor and closed her eyes. "Goodnight Santana."
"Goodnight Paisley."
Brittany got home later that afternoon from school. She remembered the girl named Colette who had come over later, only to colapse in their living room. She had gone to the hospital and no one had heard from her since. Brittany sighed and looked for her mom. Her mother was sitting in the living room looking at and old photo album.
"Mom what are you doing?"
Her mother turned around, tears in her eyes. "Just looking at some old photos of your little sister."
Brittany looked puzzled. She didn't have a little sister, why would her mom say that.
"Mom, I don't have a sister!"
Her mother looked her in the eyes. "Why don't you come sit down. We need to talk."
Brittany sat down.
"You know your father left me three years ago, right?"
Brittany looked at her. "Yeah."
Her mother took a deep breath before continuing. "You know those two years you stayed with your father while I was in Alaska? Well, it turns out I was pregnant, that's why I wanted you to stay with him for that long. I had a baby girl and she was perfect in every way, but her father was a different man than your dad. That man wanted to keep her, he didn't want anything to do with me. I asked him if I could keep her for two years and then I'd take her to him. He agreed. Two years later I was on my way to take her to her real father but she wanted to stop at a carnival so we did. It was very crowded and she kept trying to run off. I turned my head for two seconds and then she was gone. This photo album is photos of her for those two years she was with me. She would be three now."
Brittany was shocked. "Mom, you should have told me! I would have been a great big sister to her. What was her name?"
"Paisley."
Santana and Paisley woke up the next morning. The man had given them each a bun to nibble on right after he had explained they would be going to the market. He let Rachel into their room for some social time before they left. Santana had explained the whole plan of escaping to Rachel. She had agreed.
The man came in thirty minutes later and commanded them to come with him. They got in his van and then they were off.
They arrived at the market place ten minutes later. Before they got out the man gave them some instructions.
"If you leave my side once I'll shoot you and then shoot myself, you remember that right?"
Santana, Rachel, and Paisley nodded even though they were still planning on escaping.
"We need to get some produce. We're running out of food. Now remember your roles. Act like my wife and kids."
They all got out of the van and walked into the crowded market. The man grabbed Santana's hand and held it tightly.
They walked to a produce stand and the man left their side to grab some carrots.
Paisley looked at Santana as to ask if it was time to run.
"Not yet Paisley."
The man came back with a bag of carrots. He suddenly spotted a woman in the crowd and waved her over.
The woman looked very excited to see him. She had two 16 year old boys with her. They didn't look too good. One had a mohawk and was super skinny. The other one was super tall and sickly.
"Matilda! I haven't seen you in forever. I see you have new recruits," The man said.
"Dave! I see you do too. What are their names?" Matilda asked.
"Santana is the mexican, Rachel is the one with the scratches, and the little one is Sandy."
"I have Puck and Finn... They work very well at my house."
Santana realized that Matilda must be in the same buisness as the man who had kindapped her.
"Well I must finish shopping. I don't like to take them out too much, they try to escape. You better watch your kids Dave," Matilda said, smirking. She then walked off after waving goodbye.
Dave waved goodbye and then lead the three girls to another stand that was full of berries. He left the three girls in a crowd of people.
"Paisley, Rachel, it's time to get out of here!"
Paisley took Santana's hand and they ran. Santana couldn't see Rachel behind them but she knew she was probably there. They ran until they reached a building downtown that sold shoes. They went inside and pretended to be looking at shoes. Santana didn't know where they were, but she knew that Ohio was far away from San Fransico and that if they were going to find either one of their parents they would need to find a phone.
Rachel kept running. She passed the shoe store, not seeing Santana and Paisley. The man was close behind her. She was too weak to run and she gave in.
Dave pulled out his gun and pointed it right at her.
Rachel saw a few people staring shocked. One grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911.
Rachel saw her life flash before her. Everything she had ever lived for was about to be gone. She was going to die.
Dave pulled the trigger and BOOM she dropped to the pavement. The last thing she remembered seeing was her mother's smiling face as she bled to death.
Then Dave pulled the gun towards himself and shot. He fell to the concrete also.
Santana heard the bang and went outside to look what had happened. She started to cry as she saw the two familiar people on the ground. She was glad Dave was dead but her friend was dead too.
Paisley looked scared. She had never been more frightened in her life.
Santana took Paisley's hand and looked at her. All she said was, "let's get out of here."
