Chapter 3 Why are you doing this

Chapter 3

The sound of footsteps rushed into my ears as though water flowed down a stream. Raising my head up, my eyes fell on the bulry guy and the bossy guy with the silver gun. Walking over to me, the bossy guy grabbed my chin with one hand and forced my head back. Looking me up and down he inquired,

"do you know how to pray?"

Yes I nodded

"Very good, because you should better pray that your daddy gets here in the next five minutes or else, you see that chair that you are sitting on?"

yes I nodded

"Do you know it is an electric chair?"

No I shook my head

"Now you know what it is, so better be praying that your daddy gets here in the next five minutes or else, I'll turn it on and electrify you to death,"

"Why did you bring me here? What did I do to deserve this?"

I asked tears dripping from my eyes.

"Oh boy! You didn't do me any wrong, infact you haven't done me anyway wrong in anyway,"

"Then please let me go back to my parents"

"I wish I could do that, but I can't"

"please sir, please.. tell your boss to let me go"

"I am the boss and I can't"

"Why?"

"I just can't do it"

I kept on pestering him, but he wouldn't reply me. But I didn't give up, I kept on pestering him to tell me why he has captured me and why he wouldn't let me go

"Why can't you? tell me why? please WhhhhhhY?"

"Because your worthless daddy ran my son over with a car,"

He suddenly fired in a thunderous voice. Breath wheezing he continued,

"He ran my son over and then drove away, leaving him helpless on the road. Now my son is crippled for life."

My breath caught, and I swallowed hard.

"My dad? NO! my dad would never do such an evil thing."

"NooOOH! my dad would never do such an evil thing,"

he mimicked me in a tiny voice.

"Well he did you idiot, and this is payback. I want your daddy to pay; I want him to suffer for the pain that he inflicted on my son. I want him to know what it's feels like to watch his own son go through hell of pain. My bad! You are going to be the one to pay for his sins"

"Boss, he is here,"

A voice suddenly interrupted him.

"let him in."

Four new faces processed in, three of them were carrying guns, while the other held a black briefcase.

"Stiles!!!"

shouted the man with the briefcase

"dad!!"

I shouted and watched as the briefcase fell from his hand. With a wry smile he ran towards me and threw his arms around me. His daunting breath flowing unto my face as he exhaled; his breath wheezing like he had run ten miles. He pulled me in nice and tight and wouldn't let go for a long time. Biting his lower lip, his eyelids fluttered as tears welled up in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Enough!!!"

A voice interrupted us. It was the bald bossy dude with an angry expression distorting his face. Stroking the bristly moustache below his dainty nose he ordered,

"Now go pick up that box and hand it over like a gentleman."

Slowly my dad disengaged; shaking his head, he plodded sluggishly to where the box lay; picked it up and handed it over.

"Attaboy,"

He complimented my dad; petting him on the back.

"Can we go now?"

My Dad asked; his eyes frail and bloodshot.

"Not until I check if the box is intact."

"Skylar!"

He thundered

"Yes boss,"

answered one of his men.

"Check if the box is intact."

"Okay boss."

Skylar flipped the case open; for a while he stare at it with wide eyes and then muttered,

"Boss, half of the box is loaded with cool cash, while the remaining half is littered with changes."

"Changes!?"

"Yes boss"

"Hey you,"

he called my dad.

"Are you sure that the money in this case is complete?"

"Yes it is,"

my dad replied briskly.

"You will regret it if I find out that the money in this case isn't complete. So now for the last time, is it complete?"

"Yes it is."

"Well then if it is complete; boys, grab him."

"NooOOH,"

my dad screamed as the men with guns quickly grabbed my dad and shoved him down.

"it's time."

said the bald bossy man.

CLANK!

The bulry dude placed a metal plate on my head, strapped my legs together and attached big cables to it. My teeth chattered in fear. I could feel my bowels loosen as my bladder reacted freely to the all engulfing fear. My life flashed before my eyes as my whole body shook in the constant fear of the future that loomed before me. My heart pounced in my ribcage like a hungry lion trying to break out of it's den.

God please save me.

I prayed over and over again.

"Hey kid! I am so sorry for what I'm about to do"

The bossy dude whispered into my ear.

"please don't kill me..let me go..let me go.."

I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears.

"how old are you kid?"

He asked with a wry face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak.

"I said how old are you? You nitwit."

He bellowed stentoriously

"S... I XT..E...E...N"

I replied, my voice quavering, and my lips trembling as I spoke.

"well, I'm so so sorry that you are going to die so young for a crime you didn't commit."

"tsk, tsk, tsk,"

he added, shaking his head.

"Leave my son alone you bastard! I've given you what you demanded for,"

My dad said with teary eyes; wriggling to set himself free from his captors.

"What did you just say?"

"Leave my son alone, I've given you what you demanded for"

My dad replied sniffling.

"OH! you think you've given me what I really want? Well, I don't think so. What I want from you is something that only God can provide. What I really want from you is something that you'll never ever forget in a hurry; and that is your son,"

he replied; his voice gruff than ever.

"Please...why are you doing this....?"

"Shut up! Foolish people always ask foolish questions. But don't worry, you'll soon find out why I'm doing this.."

He said and strutted towards a red lever. A vile smirk appeared on his face as he reached out his hand to pull the lever.