4: Kidnapped

Dana

Demian turned around, waiting for me to say something. He crossed his arms.

"What? What do you have to tell me?"

I almost told him the truth, but something inside me screamed that it wasn't right. Something inside me begged me not to. So I remained silent and looked at him. Immediately, I felt guilty because I couldn't keep hiding from Demian that we were going to be parents together. I couldn't carry that weight for the rest of my life. But maybe the time to talk wasn't then.

We were both angry with each other. We shot daggers with our eyes. We felt resentment. Each of us had our own reasons, but we agreed that we didn't like each other.

He looked at me impatiently.

"Are you going to speak or should I leave?"

"Leave," I requested. "I have nothing to say to you," I finished and turned around. I went back to bed.

Demian scanned me with his eyes and sighed. He looked so handsome. I wanted to run and hug him. My heart couldn't understand why he did what he did. Why did he do this to me? I almost lost control and ran to beg for his forgiveness, but I wasn't to blame for any of what happened.

He left.

Hours later, I received a message from Demian that left me confused. He asked me to meet him in the parking lot near a park. A parking lot? Demian said he wanted us to sort things out privately. What did he mean by sorting things out?

Without asking too many questions, I went to the place he mentioned. I waited for him in the parking lot, just as he asked. I felt strange, but I had hope that Demian had opened his eyes. My heart was racing.

But minutes passed and Demian didn't arrive.

A black van rushed into the parking lot and almost hit me. I fell to the ground and thought of my children. I feared the fall might hurt them. Some guys got out of the van and roughly lifted me from the ground. I couldn't see their faces. I couldn't even fight back because they were too strong. They put me in the van and closed the door.

I wanted to fight. I was a werewolf. I had the strength to deal with them. But I fell asleep. They drugged me.

When I opened my eyes, I blinked several times to return my vision to normal. I felt dizzy and tired. I looked around slowly. I didn't know that dark and cold place.

I felt my hands tied behind my back and I panicked. I remembered what happened.

"Oh no... Help! Please, help me!" I screamed desperately.

I tried to break the ropes, but I couldn't.

"Don't bother screaming, because no one will hear you here."

The sound of her heels hitting the floor made me understand who it was. For a second, I thought this was Demian's doing, but he couldn't do something like this to me. Demian deceived me and betrayed me. He behaved like an idiot and broke my heart, but he wouldn't make me suffer like this.

It was Rachel. She lured me to the parking lot pretending to be Demian.

Rachel appeared in front of me.

"Surprise, dear little sister!" she showed me her evil smile.

"You... You were the one who lured me to the parking lot. Demian knew nothing about this."

"You have to admit you're foolish to believe that Demian would ask you to meet him in a parking lot. Please, Dana. I thought you were smarter than that. But you made it easy for me. Your desperation worked against you. What did you think? Did you really think Demian would genuinely apologize to you? Fix things?" she laughed loudly. "He's mine now, dear!"

I never thought Rachel was capable of doing something like this. She kidnapped me. After stealing my husband, she planned my abduction. We never got along, but I never thought her mental health was so affected to do this to me. I was her sister.

"You're my sister," tears escaped from my eyes. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you? I know we never liked each other, but I love you, Rachel. We grew up together."

"You love me?" she laughed again. But suddenly, her smile disappeared, and she looked at me seriously.

I felt afraid of Rachel.

I feared for my life and the lives of my children. My children meant everything to me. Every passing second, I fell more in love with my pregnancy. I loved them. I couldn't allow that damn lunatic to hurt them. Fortunately for me, Rachel had no idea about it.

"I never loved you, Dana. You're a burden to me in the family and I should kill you right now," she took out a gun from her pants and pointed it at my head.

The world stopped for me. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

"No, please! Don't do this to me! I'll do whatever you want, but don't kill me!" I pleaded.

She smiled.

"Of course, you'll do what I order, Dana. I want you to leave the city soon. I'll give you a few days to do it. And if you don't, I'll kill you and them..." Carla looked at my belly.

Wait a minute. Did she know? Did she know about my children?

I felt terrified.

"Yes, Dana. I know the truth. You can't trust anyone these days, right? Your doctor betrayed you with me. Do you realize? I always win."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I pretended.

"It won't help you to pretend, Dana. You're pregnant with twins. So listen to me well, little sister," she grabbed my hair and got closer to my face. "Demian is mine. I don't want you to ever go near him. Demian will never know about your children, understood? You'll leave the city and never come back."

"Or what?" I challenged her, but I knew it was a mistake.

"I won't hesitate to kill you. Nor your children, bitch."