The Toxic Deal

MISSION ORANGE JUICE!

BRIA

It had been two days that I was trapped in this room. As per my demand, I was provided with a new room with a good view from the windows and a big jar full of water along with a basket of fruits. Gabriel picked some clothes for me which I must say were of good taste. The man knew how to shop for women.

I was bored out of my mind and was feeling the need for breaking something or someone. Back at home I never got any time for leisure as I was always busy with studies and kids and then with café and kids.

Kids were the only constant in my life other than Benji. I couldn't even imagine my life without them. My whole world revolved around them only. And I was happy with that, I guess.

Many times, I felt that I was missing out on many things as a teenager and then as an adult. But one smile on their faces and all those selfish thoughts flew out of the window. Besides I don't have any right to complain as it was my choice to choose this way of life.

But now that I have all the time for myself all the thoughts were crowded in a traffic jam to reach my brain. Every moment passed thinking about kids, what they might be doing, about Benji and their safety. And the repeated cycle was causing me a headache.

Sleeping was not an option for me as everytime I close my eyes all those evil memories chased me to shook my solace.

I didn't bother to step a foot outside the room because A. everything was provided to me at right time B. I was not in the mood of having a look at those moron's faces C. I was lazy and my brain was screaming at me to spend my time sleeping to keep all the disturbing thoughts at bay. And D. no one bothered to call me outside as I did not exactly fall into the category of the pleasant guest.

I just hoped that the fridge was at least in the working state or they should have replaced it with the good one because I suddenly developed an urge to treat my tummy monster with orange juice.

It was around eight in the night but I still had not given the dinner. These people had some strange fascination for punctuality and worked according to the ticking of a clock. They had this habit of doing everything on a particular time. Not before not after. And I was getting used to their schedule which was kinda new thing for me. After getting bored of inspecting and memorising every detail of the room I decided to head to the kitchen. 

Mission orange juice is on baby!

I lazily got up from the bed and turned the doorknob which was surprisingly turned to open the door. Oh! So, the idiots finally learned their lesson. I walked towards the stairs without attempting to look more presentive than my walking dead state.

While descending the stairs I took in the design of the mansion. It was simple, elegant yet classy and dark. One could tell that it belonged to some rich multimillionaire, but no one in their wildest dream would imagine that it belonged to a mafia man. He was definitely far different from the mafia they show in movies.

As I neared the living room, I heard different voices coming from it. I recognised the voice of Gabriel booming, resonating in the confined walls. It was not his usual funny (only I think so) or poorly threatening tone but it was very angry and intimidating.

I halted and debated whether I should step inside or not. But I was badly craving for the orange juice and there was no other way to avoid passing through the living room to reach the kitchen.

I jumped in freight when Cameron's loud voice rang in my ears like a blast of the bomb. He was saying something to his a*s of a boss, I couldn't hear it as I was lost in my world of orange-y delight. I perked up my ears to listen to what was going on but all I heard was yelling and whimpers of someone.

I waited for five minutes ok?! I considered running back to my room as I was afraid to take their wrath upon me. And if Gabriel is in his mob form then it was an alarming signal because he was the only one with cool mind.

But then my tummy monster started throwing a tantrum and I was obliged to calm him down. So, I did what a mature adult would do. I walked in the living room with my head held high like I was walking in my own living room.

I just had to go into the kitchen, take the juice and return to my room. Simple!

Now what could go wrong, right? I thought to myself.

Little did I knew that what I was going to witness was enough for me to give more nightmares for the rest of my life.