Chapter 4
Isabella slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. She felt like she had slept on a rock. She looked down and felt her bed. That explains it. Isabella had actually been on a rock. She looked across the room, or tent as she quickly noted, and saw a man who seemed to notice her consciousness.
"Oh good your awake." Isabella stared at him. Her mind was still groggy but she was starting to remember what had happened the previous day.
"You're the guy with the van. My father. What am I doing here?"
"Well I had too.."
"Wait a minute you drugged me!" Isabella wasn't dumb and her fireside girl experience was almost equal to that of a navy seal. Her father hung his head down. He knew it wasn't right. Isabella saw his new stance and stood up to walk out. She could deal with this later. She walked out of the tent after a couple of steps she came out of thought enough to look around. In front of her she saw desert, to the left, desert, to the right, desert, and behind her was a tent surrounded by desert. She walked back to it and went in without a word.
"Sorry about drugging you. Your mother wouldn't have let me see you otherwise and I panicked, I didn't want to not see you again." Isabella looked at him was crazy. She saw his eyes. They were sad and slightly remorseful and even though Isabella could tell her father had mental issues, clearly, she was fairly certain he wasn't dangerous. And even if he was she was stuck with him so she wasn't going to piss him off until she knew where the hell she was.
"So.. why are we here and where is here?" Isabella tried to put as much of her normal curiosity voice into it but she was a little worried. Her father sat up a little, happy she wasn't extensively mad at him.
"Well this is actually my home. I was only in the States helping a friend of mine get a message to his family. He was deported and he can't get a visa to see them." Isabella heard that he was in the States. Which wasn't good.
"So you live here in the middle of the desert. I guess it's nice if you like your privacy" Or want to kidnap your daughter she thought "Where exactly are we?" Her father's face faltered a little. He looked a little nervous but he knew she had to know.
"Ummm we're sorta in the Middle East." Isabella's mouth pretty much hit the floor.