A Cheque For The Years Spent

Anaya squirmed, trying to free herself from the iron grip around her mouth. She could tell it was a man from the strong man holding her back. Her hands reached out, trying to find something to hit the person.

“Stop panicking, it’s me!” A familiar voice flooded her ears and she frowned, trying to put a face to the voice. “It’s your uncle, Goddamnit!”

Her body slumped when she realised it was, indeed, her uncle who had her on a death grip. His hands loosened and she pushed him away, whirling around with disbelief.

“What the heck is going on, Charles?” She spat at her uncle.

He was dressed in an all-black outfit, half of his face covered up with the turtle neck shirt. He looked so different from how she last saw him, all donned up in a suit.

“Shhh! Lower your voice, girl.” He hissed at her, his eyes looking out the window as though he was running from someone.

“What are you doing in my car like a thief? How on earth did you even break in?”

“You don’t need to know that. You have some g