Chapter 7—Overboard

  (Rosemary's p.o.v.)

  After hearing what Sarah said, I instantly lost my cool. I wanted to get these chains off me so I could smash her face in while she sat there crying and whimpering.

  "Are you sure my dad is dead?" I asked.

  She nodded and said.

  "I saw his car go over the rail into the lake." She stated.

  "That doesn't mean he's dead," I said. "My dad can swim.".

  I was interrupted by Sage after she cleared her throat.

  "What do you mean by her dad was also a bounty hunter?" Liyah asked.

  I looked at Sarah, waiting for her to answer.

  She looked at me and quickly put her head back down.

  "Well, are you going to answer the damn question?!" Sage shouted in frustration.

  Even I was taken aback. Sarah started messing with her fingers and biting her lips.

  "I don't know much," she paused. "but I overheard your dad talking on the phone about you and Sage," she said.

  "And?" I said, sounding impatient.

  She looked up at Sage.

  "I remember your mom telling him it was time to tell you and Rosemary that you two are sisters and that you both were in danger," she paused—and scratched her head.

  "Oh yeah," she said as she was remembering something.

  "Something about a person from your biological family seen your photo on the weekly academy sports paper," she stated.

  Sage and I looked at each other in confusion.

  "Biological family?" Sage looked so confused.

  "You mean the person who is trying to harm us is from our real family?" I asked, instantly getting a headache while processing all this new information.

  Sarah nodded her head and rubbed on her wrist. I can see that she had bruises on them.

  "What does my mother, well, my adoptive mother, have to do with all this? Sage asked.

  "All I know is that she was trying to protect you," she said.

  "Yeah, right, by packing up and vanishing without a trace," she scoffed.

  Sarah bit her lip and rubbed her wrist again.

  "What about my..." The sound of the door opening cut me off.

  We all turned our heads, looking at the door.

  Three men we saw at the lake came in with more chains and iron collars.

  I backed up and stumbled on the chain locked around my right ankle.

  The man grabbed me, and I used my left hand and slapped him across the face. He pushed me down and placed the collar around my neck.

  I struggled to move my head and look in Sage's direction. I saw the other man pushing her down and placing the collar around her.

  "Now be a good girl, and don't move," the man said. He was big and buff, with three scars and a caramel skin tone across his eyebrow.

  I spat in his face since his face was close enough for it to reach. He looked at me but didn't do anything; he wiped his face, went for the chain holding my right waist, and unlocked it.

  He went to unlock the chain around my ankle and immediately grabbed the chain around the collar, holding my head back. He stood up and gestured with his head, telling me to get up and move.

  The man next to Sage was doing the same thing, but I realized Liyah was still chained up, and Sarah was shivering in the corner and shaking, holding her head down.

  "What about them?" I asked as he pulled the chain and headed towards the door.

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  "They should be the least of your worries," he said and nodded to the other man, who was much smaller than him but seemed very fit.

  The other man pulled the chain around Sage's neck and told her to move.

  We looked back at Liyah, who was frightened and defeated.

  The more petite man opened the door, pulling Sage out.

  "Wait," Liyah yelled out. "Where's my mother?" She asked, looking very concerned.

  The big, buff man looked at her and grinned. "We have no use for you, so don't worry; we'll send you back to where your mother is held," he said with a wicked smile.

  He started pulling me out of the room, and another stocky, dark-skinned man with long hair and his arms covered in tattoos pulled a gun out of his pocket.

  "In heaven, that is," he said while leaving the room.

  "Bang, bang!" The stocky man shot Liyah and Sarah in the head.

  "Throw them overboard," was the last thing I heard before passing out from shock.

  (Sage's p.o.v.)

  After seeing Rosie pass out, I felt like my soul was leaving my body. The collar around my neck was a little heavy, but I was managing to keep my nerves calm.

  The man pulling Rosie lifted her unconscious body and tossed her across his shoulder.

  "Please don't hurt us," I said, trying to plead with him.

  He looked at me expressionless and said,

  "Just be a good girl; you're not dying anytime soon."

  I didn't know how to feel, whether I should be relieved or even more frightened.

  They led us up some stairs leading to another floor. The interior was nice; it was luxurious, with white walls, gold stripes, and unique paintings.

  "Are we really on a ship? I asked him.

  He nodded and opened the door leading into an enormous suite. He walked toward the bed and laid Rosie down on it. The man pulling me led me to the other side of the bed and unlocked the collar, taking the chain off, as the other man did the same to Rosie.

  "Don't leave this room," the buff guy said. "Don't even attempt to, or I can't guarantee your safety from Brent," he stated.

  I nodded my head and moved closer to Rosie, checking on her. The more petite man pulled a few keys out of his pocket, handing them to the bigger guy. They walked out of the suite, locking the door behind them.

  I attempted to wake up Rosie, but she was out cold.

  I decided to walk around the suite, trying to find a window. I looked and saw a big window on the left side of the room and walked towards it.

  I looked through the window and saw it was pitch black outside, but I heard the sound of water below us.

  "Thump." I turned around after hearing a loud sound in the room. I walked back to the right side of the suite to ensure Rosie didn't fall off the bed or something.

  I walked toward the bed and saw that Rosie was still asleep.

  "I wondered what that noise could have been," I thought.

  I turned around, went to the bathroom, and was suddenly grabbed from behind.

  "Mmm, mmm," I mumbled, trying to speak, but their hand was covering my mouth, and their grip around my body was too tight.

  "Shhhhh," they whispered in my ear.

  I stopped struggling after hearing a familiar voice.

  The person let go of me and slowly turned me around towards them. I stood there in dismay; I thought I was hallucinating.

  "Mom," I managed to get the words out.