Chapter 30

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
The day of the kidnapping.
I scowl at the kid who stands next to me, he is so sweaty and smelly, I really really really want to puke on him. I hate it when teachers make us stand next to each other while we wait for our parents to come and pick us up. 
The blinding sun, shines so bad that my entire head is aching and I want to smash my head against the concrete wall. Why is the day sucking so bad? It's like this particular day was made for me to get pissed. UGHHH!!! 
To top it off, Mia decided not to come school with me today, so she can make me feel guilty for shouting at her. She thinks I miss that fat lady, Mrs. Pratt that's why I have been moody since she left, but to be honest no one in this entire world other than me could be more relieved about the news that she has left. It's been exactly, three months and twenty-seven days since she decided to take her disgraceful presence out of Mia and mine's life. But even though she has left, I just cannot seem to not forget those days where she didn't not take out her anger on Mia by hitting me. 
I know, it's not Mia's fault, but sometimes I just can't help it but get angry at her. She always had to give Mrs. Pratt trouble and that sick psycho with anger issues she probably got thanks to some childhood emotional trauma decides to take out her senseless anger on me. Mrs. Pratt knows she can't hit Mia, because of three reasons, it's just going to come back and bite her in the ass because while Mia maybe small she is strong and she is going to hit Mrs. Pratt in her fat stomach so hard she is going to end up looking like a deflated balloon (okay I know I am exaggerating, but it's the truth. You don't know anything.) Second, Mia is not going to keep quiet and is immediately going tell that to mom and dad, which is just going to result in Mrs. Pratt and her bald husband in a ditch, dead. Third, the most important one, everyone pays Mia so much attention that if she even if she doesn't show a slight bruise, they're still going to notice it because everyone cares for Mia, more than they care about you. Sometimes I wish, Mom, Dad and Grandda would pay me attention too, so they can see the bruises under my shirt too. 
Ever since, Mrs. Pratt came, mom stopped giving us a bath herself, so she couldn't notice the hurt I was going through. And when Mrs. Pratt was about to leave, she stopped hitting me as hard as she used too, she would just slap me, but not hard enough to leave evidences. 
The other day, Mrs. Pratt asked Mia to take her antibiotics that the doctor prescribed her after she fell sick, but because Mrs. Pratt handed her them, she discarded them in the bin, and I haven't been prouder of my sister than I was at the moment. But I was only proud until she was cursing Mia's name and using my body as a punching bag. That day my patience evaporated and that's why for the first time I fought with Mia, and told her to swallow that stupid medicine when I shoved it inside her mouth forcefully. Mom saw that, and scolded me for acting like a spoiled brat. This made me angry more, and I said, 'I wish she could disappear for a few days.'  for which Mom isolated me in the room for the night to reflect but I  was happy because I finally caught a break from all the hits even if it was for a night. 
I know I should just go and tell everything to Dad, but what about the bombs Mr. Pratt told me would explode if I opened my mouth. If Mia were at my place, she would just go and tell everything to Mom and Dad, because she thinks they are super heroes and no one in this world could harm them, but she can't be more delusional than this. I remember when Nikolai broke his arm acting like some dumb hero from the movie where he was trying to fight some students at school. It was four to one and Nikolai ended up with a broken arm and a fractured leg. That day, Grandda Mikhael sat him and told him to act smartly with brain. He was probably giving him his very first lesson of the role he is supposed to take when older, and the role being; don't think you're the most powerful person to exist, because you're not. And even though the lesson wasn't for me, but Nikolai, I think, no I am pretty sure it kind of stuck with me more than it stuck with him because even today he has a broken arm, the same arm. 
This is the reason, I don't tell Mom and Dad, even though every day I open my mouth to tell them everything that happened, but I can't risk just to see if they are stronger than Mr. Pratt or not. Because, I know one thing for sure, Mrs. Pratt follows someone else's order because I remember her yes bossing to someone else on the phone. 
Lost in thought, I don't notice someone before me, until I feel the familiar disgusting touch and rear back. I look at them with horror, please don't tell me mom hired her again. I can't deal with this anymore. 
Mrs. Pratt looks down at me, smiling but its evil, the kind where she would smile at me after she's done hitting. 
"What are you doing here?" I act strong, but honestly, I am cracking up from the inside. The healed wounds on my skin tightening till I feel them opening up again. 
"Aren't you happy to see me again?" Mrs. Pratt asks, feigning hurt but I spit, "In your dreams, you witch." 
She glares down at me, smiling but her eyes threatening, "Watch that mouth, little shit. I am here to grand you your wish." 
"That you're finally going to kill yourself? How nice of y—" Before I can even complete my sentence, she slaps me across the face. The side of my cheeks sting and my eyes burn with the humiliation of being slapped in front of my classmates, but also because I thought I was done with suffering with all of these, but I was not. 
"Hey, you can't hit the child like that." One of the security guards says, but Mrs, Pratt says, "Mind your own business, I was just disciplining my granddaughter." And before anyone else could say anything, Mrs. Pratt takes my hand and dragging me away. 
Too stunned to speak, I don't resist when she pushes me in the van, don't say anything when she slaps me again. I just sit there with my tears leaking down my face and I want to slap myself for being this fucking weak. 
"Where the fuck is Mia?" Mrs. Pratt asks, her voice distorted but I don't answer. I don't know why is she asking, but I still don't tell because to be hell with this woman. 
"Go to hell, bitch." I don't recognize my voice, it's so chilling and scary, but the words are Mrs. Pratt's and her face contorts like the stupid woman she is as I use her own words against her. She slaps me again, and this time it's hard enough that I blood fills my mouth and without thinking I spit on her, her eyes close and she releases me for a bit but when she opens them a cry leaves me because I know, this time she is going to kill me. 
Mrs. Pratt chokes me and my arms and legs flail as I struggle for air, black dots slowly overtake my vision and when I think I finally am going to die, a voice fills in and the grip on my neck loses. Life coming back inside me. I am thrown aside with a slap to my cheek and then I don't know what happens, my entire life crashes down, my near-to-death experience, makes me go numb because by the end of the day, when I open my eyes, Mia is nowhere to be seen and they're saying something stupid like she is kidnapped or some shit. 
This is nonsense, she can't be kidnapped, I was kidnapped. I was the one who was being choked so how come Mia is kidnapped. When did I got here? We need to get Mia back. I am going to tell everyone about Mrs. Pratt fuck with the bombs, but the moment I open my mouth, I see them. Consoling my mother and telling her that they'll pray for her return. Liars. Fucking Liars. 
Mrs. Pratt looks at me and points to the phone she is holding the video of how it looks when bombs explode and reminding me of the threat Mr. Pratt threatened me about. Sealing my mouth forever, these bombs are my foible.