A second chance

I feel the cold floor under my palms, the sound of the shackles as I move make my body freeze in fear and shock, as I'm regaining my senses I'm more aware of my surroundings and my fears are confirmed when I finally open my eyes. The room is small but I'm not alone, there's somebody sleeping in the corner as I start to stand up to inspect the sound and weight of the metal regains my attention, I lift my wrists to see why is it that it didn't break. To my surprise I didn't even scar them, I try to freeze them again, this time I try to channel it as much as I can to my hands but then I realize that this are not regular chains, the colder my limbs get I can see how the metal keeps getting hotter… "How is that even posible?, How can anybody know?" My mind is going all over the place trying to find answers to my questions and I'm so submerged in my own thoughts that I never heard the door opening. - Hey look, she's awake, how about we take her now?- says one of the giant elephnats standing by the door. The other one is carrying something or someone but it looks almos like a raggedy doll, it also smells of a mix of dirt and blood, it is that last part that makes me realize it's not an "it" but a person. -MOOOOM!!!!!- I screamed with all the force that I have, terrified of what I'm seeing, enraged for my own incompetence to do anything, I can't break this f*****g chains and the length of them doesn't give me any room to get nowhere near those assholes. They know that too, I can see it on their stupid smiles, my body is burning in anger to rip them apart and in so much sorrow, "how much has she suffered?" As I get up again after my first failed attempt to launch at them a different voice stops me on my tracks. -Now now, there's no need to be rude, after all we took the liberty to put you all together, didn't we?- he's not as tall as the other two pricks, hell he is not even tall nor strong looking but there's something about him that inspires those two minions some sort of respect, as he comes in their smirks fade away and they step back to not get on his way. I've seen him once before. -Well hello Nadia, so long not seeing your beautiful face- he says with a smirk as he notices the burning chains around my wrists- now now there's no need to rush anything, we'll get to spend some time together but first I had to take some time to meet mommy, as you can see she's pretty exhausted. I can barely contain my anger, but one of those pricks is still carrying her, I can't risk them hurting her more, who knows what they've done to her already. -Put that in the middle-says the tiny man- don't bother chaining her, the only one that should concern us is already chained, nobody is gonna do anything while mommy is sleeping. Right? He looks dead straight at me, he knows that I can't get free, which now I know why, who told him of my secret but why would he do something like this to us, we were supposed to be family. Why would he share this with this fucker. So many question are going through my head, one more painful than the other. But the main one that I can't even bring myself to fully think is "Did he really put his family, his own blood and flesh in here to save himself?" As they close the door I pull the chains as far as they can get me, luckily for me they let me get close enough to care for my mom, not that I can do anything, as I roll her over reality dawns in me. Her beautiful face is covered in bruises, her lip is busted, even if she wasn't unconscious there's probably not a big chance for her to open her right eye it looks like a plum. As I look down to her I see the dress she was wearing when we were having breakfast. We were talking about not seeing dad for several days now, but she was reluctant about going to the cops and report him as missing, she just said that if he wasn't around it was because he wanted it that way but neither me or my sister Kay could understand why would he leave us and why was she somehow ok with that…. Where's Kay?.... As I start going back in time I put my mom on my lap, at least her head won't be laying against the cold concrete. I'm trying to go back to the last memory I have before I woke up here. Breakfast. Coffee. Biscuits. There was a knock on the door I remember it. I also remember that it annoyed me so much because we werer just talking about dad. I couldn't hear anything that happened when mom opened the door I got a glimpse of a man I didn't know but before I realized the danger he had already shot me with something. I tried to freeze him but I barely got his leg. Was it strong enough to make him loose it… No That asshole was the same one that came in here carrying my mom. I close my eyes. My memories seem all blurry, as I lean my head against the wall, I notice again the person that's being sleeping there. The back is facing us but for the size and complexión I know is a "she". She…. can't be Kay... I call for her but there's no answer, although I don´t wanna wake up mom my voice is loud enough to do so anyways, she rolls over away from Kay, like she can't look at her. Mom is softly crying. Is it because of where we are? Is it because of what they did to her? or maybe both. -You'll be better if you say your goodbye now- she says in a soft voice filled with pain. I look up at Kay. Say my goodbye... I think I know what she means but I can't help to ask -Is she- -She's safe now, nobody can hurt her anymore- my mom says before I can ask anything else My heart shrinks in pain, I just want to crawl in a hole, but we're already in a hole, aren't we? -Mom... why are we here? - I bring myself to ask her, she can only open one eye, but her gaze is cold- what do they want from us? that last guy knows dad, is he looking for him? -Looking for him? No, he's not looking for him- her voice is still sad, but it's also angered and betrayed- you'll find out sooner or later, I guess I prefer for you to know this from me and not from them. Your dad owed them money, you already knew that he had a gambling problem, he owed money to that man, you remember seeing him once. They were giving him a notice to collect money. -Owed them? - I say realizing that she's talking in past tense -Yes, owed them, he had no money to pay back of course, he wasn't good at gambling and the little money he made never made it home it either went to gambling again or…. women…- that last part shocks me, women? - It's probably something that you didn't want or need to know and I'm sorry, he had nothing to pay them back. So, he used us to pay them back. My body is cold, I can barely feel my hands -No... they told you that…- I can barely make some sort of complete sentences -They did, they showed us some sort of contract, he signed it, they also have an audio...- she stops, looking at me, through her one good eye I can see the pain she must be feeling- in that audio he explains them about you, the things that you can do. I look at my shackles, I had already noticed that they were no ordinary ones, but I wasn't expecting for them to be specially made for me. I try again to focus the cold on my hand, slowly this time, part of me wants to see it happening as the other part of me wants to just take a small pause on everything she just said. I know it's obviously happening but somehow, I just can't believe it's real. I close my eyes I want to wake up from this nightmare so bad. As I close my eyes I remember the las time I saw him, he said goodbye before he went to his job interview, mom had threatened to leave him for good if he didn't get a job, I was surprised that he was going along, he had never had a full-time job for as long as I could remember. I wanted to believe that he didn't want us to go. He was carrying a bag, he told us he was gonna start going to the gym, get in shape. He's job interview was supposed to be far, so he took the car. That was one week before. I finally look at the shackles they're orangy-red if anybody tried to touch my hand right know they would probably lose that finger. But as I touch one with my other hand it sounds like when a blacksmith has been working with metal and fire and it puts it in water to cool it down. So basically, the chain won't burn my skin but it Will also not let me break them. I look at Kay's lifeless body. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. As much as I want to know if she suffered, I don't want to know about her last moments, but I'm sure they WILL tell me how it was