You're One to Remember, Chanda Dobra [best big ereader TXT] 📗

“So you lied to me?” “Yes.” Zack spoke short and quickly as he stood. She attempted to scoot her chair forward desperately, when she was close enough to Zack she spat on his shoe and seemed to hiss, “Then you’re just as bad as Ryan.” Zack abruptly stopped and turned, his eyes glaring into hers, “No one spits on my father’s shoes.” Zack lashed out his hand and she felt an incredible pressure on the side of her face, causing her chair to fall on its side. She screamed in pain when the chair’s side landed on her fingers, she felt them break. Tears of agony slipped down her cheeks and onto the cold stone floor. She watched helplessly as Zack stepped forward and kicked her hard in her stomach. Her guts tightened from the force and she let out a pain filled screech. Now coughing and gasping for air, Myra struggled to get out of her chains. She struggled madly while Zack repeatedly kicked her with all his strength, over and over again in her stomach. Unbearable pain seared through her, the air escaped her lungs and Myra couldn’t breathe at all. Slowly her eyesight made black spots over her vision, and within seconds the spots consumed her sight for good.
Myra sunk slowly into darkness. She felt her body as if she was awake, but couldn’t open her eyes… she couldn’t move. Trying desperately to let out a wail for help, her throat felt dry and brittle. Suddenly she felt like she was spinning, falling downwards into an endless pit letting out a scream that couldn’t be heard. Gasping in fear she opened her eyes, she was sitting upright again, her eyesight was fuzzy and she could taste her own blood. Grunting, she tried to move but every tiny movement she made sent pain surging throughout her entire body. As soon as her sight came back her eyes got blurry again, but this time with tears of pain filling within her eyes. Her stomach felt sore, as if she had been stabbed more than once times. She let out a moan and Ryan looked over at her, his eyes were hard with irritation. Zack looked also, he glared at her with equally as cold eyes… but to Myra it felt more heartless from him. She met their gazes and managed to rasp a few words, “Can I at least have a pain pill? I think my fingers are broken.” Just as she said that her finger twitched and she held back a shriek. The blazing agony in her eyes was unmistakable and Ryan nodded and pulled out a medication bottle with his name on it. He poured a glass of tap water from another room; she could hear the water running through the pipes in the walls around her. She watched her father re-enter the room and she opened her mouth, her eyes burning with desire for the water. She ignored the pill as it was placed in her mouth. As soon as the glass was pressed against her lips she began to gulp as fast as she could, not bothering to breathe. What lasted to long and ended to soon she finished the water. Suddenly Ryan’s phone rang and Ryan gave her a look, do not make a sound. Tightening her hands in a fist, she blinked away a few tears. He picked up his phone, “Y’ello?” Myra could hear the voice on the other line, it was her mother, and she sounded frantic, “Ryan I know you have her! Where are you! If you return her to me I will not press charges! Give me back my daughter!” Ryan spoke with not one emotion tinted to his voice, “Three Million.” Then he hung up just as Myra let out a scream, “Mom don’t!” Ryan’s eyes grew even colder, changing from irritation to impatience. If he doesn’t get the money soon he’ll kill me for sure, Myra thought, he is getting impatient. “Why would you do that? It’s just three million darling-“ “Do not call me darling, you disgust me, I would rather die chained to this chair and rot here for eternity then for you to lay a finger on my family’s money.” Finishing she lowered her head and spat on the ground before her father, that doesn’t sound like me… Suddenly the other side of her seemed to take over. The hatred and anger she felt for so long seemed to overwhelm her now, nothing mattered more to her then to see his blood spill, “Untie me, have some self-dignity let just let me go. You’re not getting my families money and that’s final.” She glared into her father’s eyes, her golden eyes sparked deeply into his grey. He hesitated, the hatred and impatience was gone now and replaced with confusion, “Untie me Ryan.” She glared him down, after a moment of meeting her gaze he snorted, “Nice try Myra, your little mind tricks aren’t going to work this time.” He turned and walked back to Zack, Myra watched them silently, her stare burning her father’s back as he walked away from her. Expectantly her father turned around, I knew he was going to do that… he glared her straight in the eyes, “There is a fine line between bravery and foolishness Myra, you’re still simply stuck on the foolish side.” He finished his words with a sneer and turned away to keep repairing the speaker. Zack snorted, “What is up with her and spitting today?” Narrowing her eyes at Zack Myra snapped, “What’s up with you being a heartless peace of shit today?” He glared at her but didn’t reply. She heard him mutter something but she didn’t catch it. She decided to ignore it and she leaned back with a sigh, she was getting awfully bored and her hands felt numb from being chained to the chair behind her back for so long. Sighing louder and exaggeratedly now, she growled, “I need to pee.” Zack sighed and said, “No you don’t you’re just bored.” “Ugh!” Myra groaned in annoyance, but she new he was right.
The day dragged on for what seemed like years, the restlessness she felt tingling inside her seemed ready to burst, and Myra couldn’t stop twitching. Ever since she broke her fingers on the chair Ryan had set up a camera set straight towards her, but nowhere else. She glared at the camera, it was on a holder almost right in her face. Getting even more restless and annoyed, she thrashed out, smacking her face into the camera. The cam knocked over and shattered across the floor, some pieces even flying and hitting the walls. She smirked as Ryan came storming in. He didn’t pause like she expected he would, instead he was went straight towards her and laid a hard slap on her cheek, the sound of the slap echoed once or twice against the walls, and blood dripped from Myra’s mouth, “Thanks, dad.” Her eyes were cold with evil amusement, she had decided to turn the tables and irritate her two kidnapers until they had enough will her. I won’t go down without a fight… it’s not in my nature. The same thought kept itself in her head, making Myra all the more determined to anger them. Trying to move once again, the pain had dulled even more with the help of the pill, she felt it slowly flowing through her veins, spreading into every part of her body. Suddenly alarm pierced her heart like a needle, she had gone limp. Fear filled her eyes and she let out a muffled cry, Ryan looked at her and snorted, the amusement in his eyes we so gleeful she was furious with her thoughts, is this how he is planning to kill me? Make me temporarily paralyzed then slit my throat? Well that’s a coward move. Instead of moving a move to kill her, he simply looked away and kept up with cleaning up the camera pieces. “You know sweetie, if you keep ruining everything I buy to keep a check on you I am going to have to kill you.” She couldn’t reply due to the fact she couldn’t move at all so he kept talking, “You probably wouldn’t like that,” Ryan looked at her with challenge burning in his eyes, “ Or would you?” Every muscle in her body froze; he did not just say that. “I read your precious little diary, you’re just as pathetic as I thought you were.” Ryan stepped forward and slammed her diary in the little shelf beside her. She couldn’t breathe, it felt like her body was giving up on her. She let out a whimper, her eyes round with fear, her pupils were so large with terror that the gold coloring didn’t show. Suddenly Myra began to feel woozy, her head reeled and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Before she blacked out once again she managed to mumble, “What have you done to me…” She hardly felt a few tears roll down her cheeks as her world turned to darkness once more.
Opening her eyes, Myra’s pain had returned. The dim sunlight filled the cold stone walls of the room. Streams of light softly beamed through the tiny window. Closing her eyes, she breathed as slowly as she could; I wish I could die right here… right now. It wouldn’t be that hard, just have to focus on sleeping… no! I can’t die now! My family needs me, I have to get out of here! Summoning all her strength, she took in as much air as her lung capacity would hold. Tightening her eyes shut and slowly opening her mouth, she let out the loudest and most regretful screech she could. Within moments the door swung open, with it Zack and Ryan came running in, rage burning in their eyes as they stared her down, “Stop with the screaming!” Zack yelled. “Right now Myra!” When she didn’t stop Ryan grabbed a black object from a pouch attached to his belt, a gun! In a flash he raised it to her head, she kept screaming, her eyes wide open now staring at the trigger. Her father began to pull it back when suddenly the sound of a door being kicked down sounded from outside the room. Giving her strength and hope she kept up her scream, it slowly got louder. Ryan lowered the gun instantly and landed a hard punch in the middle of his daughters face. Myra went almost completely limp from the force. Her brain felt dead, she felt drool slowly dripping down her mouth, or was it blood, she couldn’t. Zack stood in the way of Myra’s vision of the door, and she saw him freeze with surprise when someone entered the room. She could hear the brisk footsteps as the mystery person sped into the room. “Ash? You’re… you’re okay!” Zack’s voice was full of relief and disbelief. The footsteps stopped and Zack walked forward and hugged him brother. It was then when my saw the true Ashes face for the first time, pale skin, jet black hair, brown eyes, a tiny mole beside his lip. Myra’s eyes were cold with agony as she looked at him, his face was over Zack’s shoulder, and she noticed his eyes were locked on her. Ash immediately shoved his brother backwards and he hit the wall, SLAM! Myra even heard a cracking sound from the stone wall from the force of the blow; Zack slowly fell to the floor gasping for air. Ryan stood, unmoving. Ash glared at Ryan, his brown eyes fierce with rage, “You said you wouldn’t hurt her.” “I didn’t.” “She is bleeding!” Ash stepped forward, his eyes blazing hatred into her fathers as he yelled, “Let. Her. Go.” Myra slowly lifted her head, she didn’t know what she looked like, but it was bad enough to send tears in