Chapter 22

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
"Are you going to take me to Mia?" I asked the black masked men, as they help me climb the van.  
"Yes, little princess. Your sister is waiting for you." One of them answers, but instead of getting happy to finally see my twin something tells me to run away from here. I should tell them to inform mom and dad about finding Mia, and let me stay at home.  
But what if it's really Mia, I have to find her and beg for forgiveness, I should go to her and tell her who actually kidnapped her.  
"Come on Princess, take your seat." A man nudges me from behind, and my gut screams at me to run away from them, far far away. These black men look like the boogey men from the bedtime stories that my dad read me to sleep.  
"You will take me to Mia, yes?" I ask again, confirming again, because everything in me screams to get out of this van, but the wish to find Mia, is greater than instinct to run. In these past few days, where Mia was gone, I realized how empty I feel without my twin. I can't imagine my life without Mia, and I don't want to imagine a life without her either. What I said that day, wasn't because I want her gone, it was because I was angry at her. Mia lost her hair band, and took mine. Even I showed her the M mark I had on my hair band, she insisted that it was her and when I complained to mom and dad, they didn't even bother to listen.  
I was mad, and what I said was clearly in the heat of the moment. I never thought that the words I said in anger would be true, because in all the number of times I have said it—in front of Mia and behind her—I have never once wished for her to disappear for real.  
I take my seat, watch as one of the men slide the door shut, they two masked men sit next to me, trapping me. And that's when I realize they won't take me to see Mia.  
A vroom sound is heard and I push myself back to stop myself from falling face first on the ground. A sharp turn is made and this time I can't stop myself from falling. My body falls down, hitting the ground with a thud. The turn makes me skid towards the right of the van and my head hits something making me feel light.  
Someone grabs the back of my shirt as they lift me in the air and it's the boogeymen, the green eyes look so sinister, it makes my blood run cold.  
Another turn is made, but this time the masked men hold on me, keeps me in place and I wish I was skidding across the floor instead.  
"Listen up you little shit..." the boogeyman says, gripping my shirt and me in the air, "Do you want to get beaten up like your sister?"  
The blood in my veins run cold and for a moment I think I cease to breathe. Are they beating up my sister? Is she hurt? Is she pain because of the words I said, the words that I didn't even mean at all? Is she crying, is she aching. Tears pool in my eyes falling down without even rolling down my cheeks.  
"Good girl, we know you're not a bitch like your sister." The boogeyman strokes my head, and I flinch but can't get away from his touch.  
"My sister is not a bitch." I grit out after mustering enough courage, biting the arm of the boogeyman who holds me in the air. The man yelps in pain, and pushes me away sending me fly across the van and my head hit hard on the something, but it's the sharp piercing pain in my heart that immobilizes me.  
I can feel Mia in danger, I can feel that she needs me and the nauseous feeling in my gut makes me want to puke my guts out, but more than that I wish I could disappear into nothingness only if that means that Mia's pain would be taken away.