The walking dead

Devon POV:

I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.

What the hell am I thinking of? I thought to myself and took my eyes off him and turned to his father.

“Please sir, you said I can use anything to pay my debt. I'm willing to use him and that is if you'll accept him,” his father answered while smiling broadly. I wondered how he had the heart to sell his son without remorse. Not only that, but I mean, he didn't even think twice about selling him.

Miguel POV:

Unsurprisingly I was sold to Mr. red eye whose name I was yet to know. One thing was sure, he was a man with authority and from my perspective I concluded that he was a Mafia boss.

I wasn't allowed to pack any of my belongings apart from my schoolbooks, which only occurred on my insistence. Yesterday, I was brought to a castle which I believed belonged to Mr. Red eye. There was no one else I knew who'd be filthy rich.

I thought back to his look alike I met a few days ago in the castle and wondered whom exactly he was. Though, one thing was sure, he and Mr. Red eye weren't close at all.

A week of being in a closed room, and I was getting frustrated. I was properly fed and by now, it was only scare that covered a major part of my body. It's being a week I've gone to school and anyone was yet to reach out to me. By anyone, I meant Shirley and her dad. Mr. Red eye also seemed to be avoiding me, which I wasn't pleased with. There was something in me that always wanted to see him at all times.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my locks of brown hair. “What the hell is going on with me? Am I starting to rely on someone like I did in the past ?” I asked aloud, hoping the answers would come to me. I guess I hoped too much because after hours of waiting, I got no reply. I bit my lip in frustration, hoping anything that'd get me out of this room would just happen. Furthermore, I badly wanted to see Mr. red eye which was so unlike me, and I also wanted to leave this hellhole!

“You have to put effort to get what you want,” Shirley's words rang in my head. I remembered not the day she said these words and why she even said them, but one thing was sure right now, I wasn't going to wait again!

I grunted and came down from the bed in the large. I had no idea about what I was going to do, but all I knew was that the consequences might be something unexpected.

I pushed the door open and walked up the first staircase I came across. I prayed to my ancestors silently that I shouldn't get lost because this castle had like a million rooms. How the hell were they even supposed to know where each room was? This baffled me as I kept walking up the stairs.

I was yet to see guards whom I always saw everyday damned day but now, where I needed them the most, they suddenly vanish.

I seemed to have been walking for twenty minutes when I soon stopped before a wide mahogany door which also had two guards standing by each side.

Not only that, but I needed not to ask if Mr. Red eye was there because I could feel his presence. Call me stupid!

“Good morning, is Mr….err, Is your boss in?” I asked one of the guards, who appeared as if he was dead. I was yet to get used to the unique appearances of everyone I saw in this castle. I mean, they all looked like 'the walking dead!'.

“State your business here,” the guard said, and I almost burst into laughter.

“I want to see him,” saying this, I took a step forward, wanting to push the door open when my hand was blocked by that of the guards.

“You cannot see him. He is busy,” the other guard chipped in, and I felt like smacking both their faces.

“Let me see him,” I yelled and charged towards the door with the guards hands outstretched trying to restrain me. Things happened and in the blink of an eye, I pushed the door open and to say my breath seized would be an understatement.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”