Cannibalistic (Book Two of A Bloodline's Saga)

Hello Hell I'm Ida, Nice to Meet You

Don't look for me 'cause I'm already gone

I've been searching all my life

But tonight I found you

Out here on the road

Out here on the road I found

A reason to leave it all behind

Carcer City

With my eyes flinging open to the ceiling of the tent still above me, I notice the bed beside me's cold and wonder where the f**k Liam is.

Instantly throwing clothes on I check my phone and see I'm graced with two bars of reception, my adrenaline fully waking me up now when I find I have a few missed calls from Mum and Dad as well as a bunch of messages.

Not bothering to read them and calling instead, I seem to wait longer than usual to get through to them. So they could ether be asleep or looking for me as we speak.

A muffled scream accompanied by the rustling of tents gets my attention and blood pumping when I conjure up a million things that could be going on, my head peeking out of the half unzipped door to see darkened figures slipping into my friends tent's.

Making sure I'm in the clear I dart further into the trees and try Dad's number this time, the phone ringing for what feels like years until he finally picks up.

"You okay Ida?" he demands urgently with the sound of sheets moving around on the other end.

"No Dad I think you're right, people are after me and my friends and I don't know what to do!" I sob quietly into the phone so I'm not heard by the covered up men currently kidnapping my now unconscious friends.

"WHAT!" he shouts on the other end of the line, more sheets rustling followed by a light turning on with Mum requesting what's going on in the background.

"I'm sorry Dad I am so f*****g sorry! You were right I am never leaving the f*****g house again!" I cry hysterically when I hear a twig crack close by.

"Stay calm Ida and listen to-" only his words are cut off when someone grabbing me from behind causes me to drop my phone and a scream to tear from my throat, the sound of my phone smashing to a million pieces against something as well as the grunting of the male trying to contain me, the last thing I hear until everything is wiped from my vision.

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A splitting headache gets my attention long enough to pull me from a much needed sleep, my head slowly lulling to the side whilst a groan sounds in the back of my throat, the smell of piss hits my nose instantly and wonder if it's me or someone else.

The watermarked ceiling greets my blurry vision, my head creaking to the side thanks to the stiffness of not being able to move and find the walls are the same dirty white with water streaks glistening in the afternoon sun, the warm light streaming across the bed as well as scuffed floorboards that appear they could use a new coat.

Casting my eyes to the door and discover it's a plain pale door with a rounded brown knob, the curtains closed shut yet a little mothball eaten in places where the sun can still make its way through, the rest of the room bare apart from the single bed I'm currently on.

Finally building up the courage to move my limbs, I find I don't get far until they jolt to a stop due to restrains holding them to the posts of the bed.

With tears welling in my eyes and trying to either confirm if it's Max or not that has me, I seem to let the tears fall when the reason why the room smells of piss is because of me. How the f**k could I have let this happen to myself?

How the f**k did they find me, I was so quiet about everything including my friends, yet my train of through stops there when I realise that maybe one of my friends may have betrayed me.

I mean it makes sense that as soon as I'm away from my parents more than a day I'm kidnapped and dragged to a place I have no f*****g clue on.

It's my entire fault though I should have listened to my parents in the first place and not told a f*****g single soul! Now I'm paying the price and my parents will have to suffer wondering where the f**k I am.

Not even bothering to call out for someone considering I have seen enough movies, I wait there patiently yet sobbing nonetheless at how helpless I really feel right now.

Is this how Mum and Dad felt when Alistair and Ashley had them kidnapped, were they tied up like this and will I be tortured like them?

With so many thoughts running through my brain as to how my fate will turn out and if it will be worth taking my parent's escape plan into account, I doubt it though not long after considering I don't think they'd be that stupid to leave sleeping pills around me knowing my parents would have eventually told me.

Picking up footsteps heading up the hallway sends a new wave of adrenaline through me, my heart thumping whilst I wait to either see Max or someone else I don't know come waltzing in through that door.

"Liam?" I cry for some reason when I think he's gotten out of his restraints to come and save us the way he's walking over to me, only he's tightening the one on my ankle I didn't know I had slowly loosened with all of my moving around and a fresh wave of tears and anger surges in me.

"What the f**k?" I sob harder when I find not only the betrayer, but also the guy who happened to also take my virginity and pretended that he liked me.

"I'm sorry Ida but I'm being paid to do this." he informs me bluntly, not even flinching once at the fact that he not only broke my heart, but kidnapped me and my friends for money!

"YOU'RE A PIECE OF f*****g SH-" a crisp backhand across the side of my jaw silences me mid-scream before he's straightening his plain yet clean shirt.

"Nooo, I'm someone doing their job. Now stop f*****g crying and it might be a little easier for you." he growls with his nose just inches from mine and for the first time it's menacing, not loving.

"What about my friends, can you at least tell me how they are?" I spit through more tears wanting to fall yet I don't let them, not for his satisfaction anyway.

"They're fine." is all he says until he's exiting the room and locking the door behind him.

Letting the tears go and anger boil, I can no longer contain it when screams of pure rage reverberate around the room.

"I'M GOING TO f*****g KILL YOU! YOU CUNT YOU'RE f*****g DEAD!" I scream that loud that I think I actually strained something in my voice.

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Readying for another round of abuse when I hear someone approaching my door hours later, I'm instantly swallowing them when I see someone else come through.

He's around my Dad's age, probably a bit younger with golden hair trimmed close to the head though long enough to be able to do something with it, reddish but pasty skin and gunmetal blue eyes.

Clad in jeans, a button up long sleeve and boots of some description, he only smiles down at me to reveal his surprisingly straight white teeth, my mind assuming he'd be some junkie looking type thing only wonder if this is Max.

"Who the f**k are you?" I demand when he doesn't bother opening his mouth, my balls feeling pretty big right now considering I'm the one tied to the bed.

"That should be the least of your concerns right now my dear Ida, what's going to happen to you and your friends next should be the main thing on your mind right now." he chuckles while coming over to the edge of the bed and taking a seat.

"Well f**k it, what's going to happen to me and my friend's then?" I retort and attempt to move my limbs as an eye roll is given.

"Well a good story always has to start at the beginning, so let's go there but not too far back." he grins before taking out a cigarette and inhaling a long drag.

Okay what the actual f**k, dramatic much?

"So my half-brother, before my parent's passed away, left them a debt I am now required to fulfil. Your blood however will be needed as well for Max and his son Nate."

As Max's name leaves this guy's lips I'm instantly locking up with fear. The guy is meant to be away behind bars and now he's out!

"Don't worry Max isn't out just yet, but he will be in due time and when that time comes, you will understand why you were taken-"

"But why can't you tell me now!"

Flicking his cigarette he only sighs until getting up and pacing the room whilst he finds something in his brain to tell me.

"Here's the long story short, your father who also happens to be my half-brother murdered your mother's ex years before you were born. She discovered the body and was kidnapped by my father and mother. They were on the run for months because of Luke and his f**k up and that's when my father started asking Max for help. After months of helping my parents get away from the Cops, they arrange a trade so that each party was satisfied. The more people my Dad brought to Max and his contacts the better places they were offered to hide." stopping he takes another drag of his cigarette before continuing on.

I can't believe my parents lied to me about that part, how much deeper does this run and do I really want to know the truth?

"So when the night of the big trade went down, your parents as well as those who were also held hostage stockpiled their sleeping pills and used them on Max, his dead wife and seven others whose children are demanding heads to fit those who killed their parents over eighteen years ago. Ida your parents and their friends slaughtered Max's wife along with Steve, Lainy, Mike, Rhonda, Maggie, Carl, Grant and Michelle, there is blood to be paid and your blood is honestly the most needed right now. Not only were they killed but my mother and father's closest friends Marilyn, Josephine, Ron and Brendon who believe it or not have people demanding blood for their death's as well. Your friends are only helping me that little bit extra considering that's eight people I no longer have to track down and give to Max and his contacts."

Wanting to throw up considering not only is this fuckhole my half-Uncle, but I pretty much learnt that my parents are murderers and Dad a possible cannibal.

This half-Uncle of mine never mentioned it but there's no doubt if Dad was forced to live with a cannibal than there's the chance that he was raised as one up until he met Mum.

Not just that she and Dad killed Max's wife in front of him and didn't bother to finish him off. So really this is kind of their fault because if they had of just finished him off, then there would have been that slight chance the son wouldn't have even bothered.

Yet there is always that risk.

"But that isn't all that I'm doing; I'm on a mission myself to find the f***s who killed my parents the night of the slaughter. So you wouldn't have anything useful to tell me why we're on this subject?" he questions with a c****d brow and almost finished cigarette between his lips.

"Obviously not because I was given a more PG version of their kidnapping less than four days ago, I had no f*****g idea that I'd be dying for their f*****g mistakes!" I shout in frustration as tears begin to well in my eyes.

What the f**k is even the truth anymore?

"How do I know you aren't lying about everything, how do I know you aren't trying to get into my head and make me think you're related to my father just to get informa-"

"I don't need to do that to get information out of you, here I'll prove it. I was conceived not long after Luke was considering my Dad was having an affair with my Mum at the time, so when she fell pregnant she freaked and hid me away until I was old enough to come back and meet him. He was happy yet angry at Mum for leaving and not telling him, but if you knew my Dad he loved indulging in children. I don't personally see the appeal because they're so scrawny, but he did and when my Mum had me, there was no way she was putting me in front of him considering he ate his first son before Luke. Shane I think it was, well anyway I was kept a secret from Luke and from time to time would receive visits from Alistair." he goes on with my eyes not blinking once in case I miss something in his that I can determine whether he is bullshitting or not.

"If this is all true then why are you so happy to hand over your niece, I didn't kill my Grandparents and I know for a fact they didn't do it either!" I sob when he pulls out a pocket knife and heads towards the restraints on my limbs.

"If only it were that simple." is all he says with the rope on my wrists slackening and I'm automatically crying out in pain.

Not wanting to even move anymore due to the amount of pain I'm in from staying in the same position for so long, I'm left crying in a foetal position when the door slams shut and I am left to my own thoughts.

Where to begin where I feel the most betrayed, like I'm stuck between my parents lying to me and Liam doing what he did.

The fact that I will be facing Max and his son soon doesn't really register in my brain as much as the other two problems I'm facing, like what else have my parents lied about and did Liam feel anything with me the six months I knew him?

As for the people my parents escaped with over eighteen years ago, their children will surely be in danger as well considering they will also be handed over to Max much like me, their parents also being the reason as to why we're being hunted down so many years later.

Then there are my Grandparents on my Mum's side, my brain wondering if Jodi and Cam were the ones to actually track me down or if that was a lie too. I mean no wonder there's f**k all of their incident on the internet, they didn't even tell the f*****g truth!

Pondering about Blair and the others and how they are going wherever they are, fresh tears start to form in my eyes when I glance down at the birthday gifts from them all including my parents.

I guess I'm pretty lucky these were left on me, I don't think I could have gotten through this without something on me to remind me of my loved ones.

Aunty Lucy and Uncle Rory I never got to see on my birthday considering I assume they were coming down for that, my cousin Willow popping into my brain and think how she could end up in the same place as me.

I doubt it though, my parents know sort of what's going on and so if Aunty Lucy knows then surely there'll be nothing on God's green earth that will even get to Willow, I'm sure my parents will make sure of that due to me being taken is enough for them.

I can imagine the horror my Mum and Dad must be feeling thanks to being in the same position as me, yet I'm still left with that feeling of whether she was telling the truth about it or not, though the pain in her eyes as she relived some of the parts that did happen seemed all too real for me to be calling her bullshit on.

If I make this out alive however, my parents and I will be sitting down to have a nice long chat about what really happened over eighteen years ago and why they weren't serious with me.

Then again I did go behind their backs and tell my friends not even twenty-four hours later, but it doesn't matter anyway because Liam already knew that whole time about me and my parent's past, as if I didn't see his weird enrolment at my school as a red flag!

Finally inching my limbs to move, they eventually cease to lock up but throb in pain from time to time, my brain informing me that soon enough I will have to get out of bed so might as well try now.

Biting my lip and squeezing my eyes tight, I inhale a deep lungful of air then swing my legs over the edge and discover that the pain is tolerable.

Counting down from three, I heave the rest of my weight to my feet and begin hobbling around the room until feeling the flow of blood return properly as well as the feeling in my joints.

Rubbing my now itchy wrists from the rope, I run my fingertips down the read swollen lumps the tight restraints have made and wonder how long it will take for them to go away and will they form into bruises? 

Also pondering if I'll be stuck in my pissy clothes, a shower right now feels like a miracle and hope I will get that luxury before I die.