Unreal

Chapter 27: The Hostages

(10 a.m. at an undisclosed location)

Vernie sat in a room by herself with both her hands handcuffed and her right ankle handcuffed to a bed. She sat on a sleeping bag and had several crayons in her hand, which she used on her new colouring book. She cried sometimes but calmed down quickly when she remembered A.J.'s warning of locking her in the old closet by the rocks on a lonely section of the property.

Earlier that morning she was taken into a bathroom where her Dad bathed her and put her in a pink towel. He then gently shoved her out and a heavy set angry faced Caucasian took her to another room. After shoving her into the room another person, an Asian female this time took up clothes and dressed her. Then she was taken back to the room she stayed in and handcuffed.

Vernie felt the urge to cry rise again. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

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(Meanwhile at an undisclosed location in the basement)

Chester and Marty sat on two cots in the neat area. There was no natural light but it had A.C. and there were florescent lights to keep the room well lit. Chester was fitted with a special ankle bracelet to ensure he couldn't leave the basement without getting severely shocked. It was removed when he was allowed to bathe Vernie. But now it was on again and Chester spent most of his time trying to comfort a worried Marty who always stayed in bed because he was ill. Chester gave him sponge baths since the first attempt by a stranger to bathe Marty had him screaming and he even bit the man seven times. Marty still had a black eye from when the man lost his temper and hit him.

"Will we ever go home?" Marty asked Chester.

"They can't keep us forever Marty," Chester told him.

"What if they do?" Marty pressed.

"We have to believe someone will come for us," Chester said firmly, "you believe in your parents right?" he asked and Marty vigorously, "then you should know that your mummy and daddy will do everything to save you and Trinity, all of us."

Marty smiled and happily nodded.

"Hey," Chester said to the persons currently watching over them, "can you give the kid something?" he asked.

After some muttering two of the persons watching over them reached into their pockets and flung some candy and snacks at Chester.

"Ouch," Chester said as some of the items hit him, hard, "thank you," he said darkly.

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(Noon at an undisclosed location in a tiny unfurnished room)

Trinity sat on a blanket fuming. She had been moved into this room and locked in late last night. Her waist had a heavy shackle around it and it was directly linked to the floor. She wasn't even able to stand. She hadn't been able to use the bathroom since last night. She felt like her bladder would burst. She knew that A.J. was doing this to spite her. She had been a very uncooperative hostage. She struggled, fought, cussed and even bit every chance she got. Now this was her accommodation. She had heard about A.J.'s intention of keeping Joel. This made her very upset. Joel deserved to be with his mother. Not this wicked jerk. All she knew about this kidnapping was that it involved her father. And that's what worried Trinity the most.

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(2pm at an undisclosed location in a large well furnished bedroom)

Joel sat on his bed staring at all the beautiful things in his new room. His father had told him that he would be with him now. This scared Joel, at first. But then his father said that he was getting revenge for the unjust things done his father, Joel's grandfather. Joel always heard stories. His mother Veronica said that his Grandfather was locked up for doing a very bad thing. His father A.J. said however that the bad thing shouldn't have had Grandfather locked away forever.

Forever.

That's what got to Joel. Forever. His Dad's father would never see the outside again. Joel read about it all himself. The Granddad that would be the only person who'd probably take interest in him as a grandson was locked away for life. Not allowed to ever exit the prison. Now refusing to see anyone. But his mother's grandparents wanted nothing to do with Veronica or her family and his Dad's mother had died years ago.

Chester was his Dad too. He knew that. But he never lost respect for his biological father. He knew A.J. loved him. His Dad had no other children. He felt lost in the McBadbat home. Being their only African-American child and not even the man of house's son. The Turner family arrival had brought some brightness but now he'd never see his mother again thanks to them. His father never liked them. And he was starting to hate them too.

Done

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