Meeting the devil

Angelina's POV -

It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up. 

After a while, I felt like my whole body was freezing and I didn't have any energy left in my body so I decided to take a break and sat on the stair. Sitting there I noticed the small children of the neighborhood play snow fight and I couldn't help but laugh and enjoy. I remembered how I always wanted to play snow fight but my parents never allowed me. Watching the other children of my age play snow fight or enjoying together that time made me feel sad because I was never allowed to play with them. I was always inside the house, doing homework or helping mom. 

I was emerged in my thoughts when I saw my dad rushing towards the home while looking left, right, back, as if he was checking if someone is following him. I stood up while my father came running and shoved me inside the house. It was so quick that I couldn't say anything. He was in a panic mode and started to call my mother while running all around the house searching her.

"Marrie" "Marrie" 

It was all I could hear while standing stiff in the living room being confused as hell. My mother was in the washroom. She came out in a while and was annoyed by my father.

"What's wrong with you ?"

She asked in a bossy tone. My father came from the kitchen and stood in front of us. His facial expression told that something bad has happened. I hope its not that he again lost his money while gambling but when I noticed carefully, I could see the fear in his eyes and my heart started to beat fast because I knew something worst have happened.

"Dean Ryder is in New York."

As he finished his sentence my mother's face became pale and my dad had the same expression. I didn't have any reaction as I just know that Dean Ryder is one of those people who lend money to my dad which he didn't pay back. My father was a decent man till he got addicted to gambling. 

"Now what do we do ?" My mother asked.

"We have to leave" 

My father said and both of them ran and started to pack things. My mom looked at me with a weird expression.

"Did you not hear what your dad said ? Go and pack your stuff"

She yelled at me and I went to my room and started to pack my belongings. I don't understand why are they so afraid of Dean. Anyway, there was nothing much to pack as I didn't have many dresses or shoes. I just had a few nice dresses and the rest are my mom's old clothes. I couldn't complain as the financial condition of my family is not good anyway. I put on a white top, jeans and brown boots following with a long brown coat which was gifted by my best friend 'Clara'. I miss her a lot as after finishing high school we couldn't meet often. We could only reunite when she came to my house. I put my hair up in a ponytail and  finally looked at my room for the last time I guess because I don't know whether we would return here or not. 

I made my way towards the car that was parked in front of our house. It was an old white car of my dad's friend 'James'. He was my father's childhood friend and he always helped us in our worst days. He was quite nice to me. When he saw me he gave a warm smile and helped me to put my luggage in the back. I stepped into the car and sat quietly and saw my mom and dad locking the door and quickly came and sat in the car. As soon as they sat, the car engine started and the journey began. I didn't know where we were going. I was curious to know but watching my parents being so tensed didn't give me the courage to say anything as I don't want to be yelled again and specially not in front of James. The journey was so boring that I didn't realize when I drifted to sleep.

After sleeping peacefully for maybe an hour or two, I opened my eyes and was confused because the car was stiff in a place and no one was in the car. I blinked twice and looked again but the scenario was same. I looked outside of the car's window but it didn't seem like we were at our destination as it was a empty road followed my jungles in both sides. I stretched my arms but froze at my place as my eyes felt at the front view of the car. At a distance from the car I could see many black cars and many mans in black coats, carrying gun. What caught my attention was my dad. He was held by some men and he was knelt down and was at gun point while my mom was crying and begging to a man who was wearing a long black coat and James was also held by some other men but was standing in sideways. 

My breath hitched and I felt a urge to run and save my family and so I did. I opened the door of the car and ran towards my dad but I couldn't reach to him as one of the man in black attire caught me..

"Dad"

I screamed at the top of my lungs and everyone's attention shifted towards me. I looked at my dad who was bleeding. Looking at his condition I could tell that he was beaten badly. I was breathing heavily with tears in my eyes as I couldn't watch my dad being killed in front of me. My attention directly shifted towards the man in black attire. He looked at me with an emotionless face and signed the man who was holding my arm to leave me. I think he is their boss. He might be Dean !

 I got free but stood still as I was at gun point too. I looked at my mom who was continuously crying and begging to the man to let us go but it didn't bother him. He came near my dad while one of his man gave him a gun. He pointed the gun at my fathers head and spoke.

"If you didn't ran away that time, I could've granted you a life, Max."

He said in a cold tone. My mom cried and knelt in front of the man and joined her hands, begging to give my dad a last chance. I couldn't speak anything because I was in shock. I just watched the whole thing silently while tears flowed through my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly as I didn't wanted to see what was coming. My father spoke in a weak voice as if he didn't have any energy left in his body.

"Give me a last chance, please."

Somehow he said and that man spoke in his deep voice.

"I don't give chance to liars."

"Trust me" my dad said.

"How can I ?" The man spoke.

"If you don't trust us, keep our daughter with you till we return the money." 

My mom spoke out of nowhere and I opened my eyes in shock. I couldn't believe my mom said that. My dad didn't spoke anything.  I could feel the man was also surprised hearing that. He looked back at me and eye checked me from head to toe. It felt weird under his gaze. I mistakenly looked at his eyes and  felt shivers ran down my spine. His eyes were dark and intimidating . I quickly looked away and he shifted his eyes from me towards my dad.

"Are you sure ?" 

He asked my dad and I hope he says no but what surprised me was that my dad nodded his head. Silence took over the place and I could feel the tension in the air. 

"Alright then"

The man said and gave the gun to one of his man and went towards the black limo and sat inside it.  Another man came with some papers in his hand and he gave the paper to my dad and asked him to sign it. My dad looked at the man in confusion and the man spoke.

"Its the contract paper that you're giving your daughter to us till you return the money, sign it quickly."

Watching my dad sign it made me feel like my heart stopped beating. I couldn't feel my body. I never thought that my own parents will give me to someone else whom I don't even know.  My dad signed the paper and the mans left my dad. My mom rushed towards my dad and helped him to get up while the other man went inside their black cars. James was also free and he went towards my dad and helped him to stand. The men who were pointing gun towards me gestured me to go with them. I couldn't do anything so I walked with them. I looked back at my parents and saw them looking at me. I shed a last tear and looked away. I knew I was going to hell. Life wasn't easy for me and now it'll be worst than ever.