1-SOLD
¶Vanora¶
I was the wide daughter, determined to accomplish anything wanted. It all began after my mother died, leaving me and my younger sister in my father's harsh clutches. I suppose he doesn't have the right to be my father because he killed my mother. Since my mother's death, I haven't cared about anything or anyone, including my younger sister, Junie, although I still love her.
I'm Vanora Campbell, a Scottish family's eldest daughter. We live in Deanvillage, Edinburgh, and I'm currently seated in a bar seat waiting for my drink.
"Hey..uh Nora," The bartender calls; he knew my name because I was a regular. I drank like my father, and I'm astonished to see him nowhere in the pub with one of his sluts.
"Hi, Scotch please," I asked for my drink. He glanced at me for a moment and remarked, "Don't tell me you still don't know my name," before dropping two glasses on the counter.
I frowned and inquired, "Did you ever give me one?" He let out a deep sigh. Believe me, I would not mind if he did.
He poured the Lagavulin wine into one of the glasses and pushed it to my face, saying, "Enjoy, Ms Nora. My name's Evan, make sure you don't forget tomorrow." He replied and turned to answer another customer.
I'm very sure I won't remember that tomorrow.
***
After a few hours in the bar, I staggered home, slightly intoxicated, laughing and talking to myself. The number of people I passed on my walk home moved away from me, some cursing me, some recognizing me as an habitual drunkard, and I never cared whether I was perceived as such.
Finally, I got home safely.
I peered up at Junie's window and noticed that the lights were still on, and Junie may be studying in her room. I opened the door and tottered in, breathing heavily as if I had just completed a marathon. Yeah, I remember hopping a few steps to the front door outside a few seconds ago.
And as I looked around, I saw a full house. I couldn't count anything in the sitting room before, but now there are living things here.
My gaze fell on my old guy in the midst of the sitting room, where our center table had been before he sold it. A man sat in my favorite chair, and a few thugs stood around him. I could count four or five men. They appeared deadly. One of them stood in front of my father, holding out a gun to his face as he shook with fear, and then I noticed his bitch whimpering beside him. Poor woman; she'd gotten herself into this mess regardless.
And I knew who they were: his creditors. We see these folks all the time in our house, but this time they weren't smiling.
"And you are?." The man's menacing voice jolted me back into reality. I stared at him, my gaze analyzing him. He had a bald head and wore a winter black trench coat with a scarf around the neck.
"She's my daughter, my eldest daughter." My father responded immediately, and my eyes went to him on the floor. I'm not his fucking daughter, he constantly reminds me.
The man shook his head: "I didn't know you had a gorgeous female in your house," He looked at me and grinned. His dirty brown teeth were out in the open, almost making me throw up.
"I thought you said I'm not your daughter, man," I stated for the first time in the room.
"Shut up," Came that voice again. If I hadn't been intoxicated, I could have given him a hard whack on his bald head for yelling at me.
"Your father is owing to my boss. You do not have the right to speak."
"But I'm not the one ow…."
Click.
I heard him cock his rifle and aim it at my face. My mouth instantly clenched shut.
There was silence for a few seconds.
He cleared his throat and looked at my father.
"What are we going to do? You don't have any furniture anymore," he commented, glancing around.
Our house was vacant. This chair is the only piece of furniture left, and because it was torn on the side, no one consented to buy it.
My father looked around and stooped down in shame. Oh, he hadn't realized he had sold them all.
Foolish man.
"Take my daughter."
It seemed as if I couldn't hear well, or the booze was working its way through me.
"Yes, take my daughter," he reiterated.
I blinked repeatedly.
"I believe my father is now drunk. You should probably wait until he recovers and I beg to take my leave since this has nothing to do with me," I said, attempting to proceed to my room when one of his massive men blocked my path.
I gazed up at him and gulped hard. I took a step back and looked around; everyone was staring at me, and then I startled them by laughing.
"Wait, I'm not his daughter," I said between laughs, distancing myself away from him and attempting to walk upstairs. His strong hands hauled me up to his shoulder, and I started screaming and wriggling my legs.
I heard the man say, "Let's go."
I looked up to see Junie rushing down the stairs. She shrieked when she noticed me on top of this man's shoulder.
"Junie, leave. Run to Aunt Sarah's and stay there. Never come back here," I screamed on his way out of the house.
***
I was pushed into the car, where that man sat, and the door slammed shut behind me.
"Please let me go. I don't owe you anything; you can take our house, but please let me leave." I implored.
My eyes begged him to leave me alone, believing that it would work miracles.
The man grinned, "Your house is old."
My eyes widened and I began crying. He thinks I wasn't crying, but rather making noises in his ears. The man became agitated and undid his neck scarf. He wrapped it around my mouth to prevent me from speaking. Then all I could do was muffle words.
***
Their automobile pulled inside a large estate. My eyes widened as they drove in. The place was so large that if I hadn't had a scarf around my lips, it could have remained open the entire time. Who are they?
I've lived in this town for a while and had no idea there was such a family. Men walked about wearing black and dark shades, and lights surrounding the facility. A huge mansion, the largest I had ever seen, was in front of me.
The car opened, and I was hauled out with one hand. We started nearing the house, and I looked around like an idiot. I've even forgotten I'm being sold to people I don't know.
Two enormous French doors opened, and I was pulled inside, marching alongside that bald awful man.
I looked up.
