You didn't answer my question still! Who. Are. You!?"
"I can't tell you that yet. It could scare you."
"Really? You don't think I am not scared now?" After I had wondered into the room and ran into the shady guy he had locked me in the room with him, just staring at me like a creeper.
"I'm not trying to scare you. I just want to talk to you. I don't want to hurt you."
"Then let me go." I said, I doubt he would.
"I will talk to you, then! If you still want to leave, I will let you."
"Why would you just let me go? Why kidnap me then let me go. You do know I could tell someone about you. I have been studying your face this whole time." He stood up and leaned so close to my face I could see a birthmark behind his ear. I froze and touched it.
"You have that one too don't you?"
"How?" I asked him.
"Yasmin. I am your father."
I looked around at the plain room my so called father gave me. In the room was just a small bathroom and a single bed with one poster by the green door. I wasn't complaining, it was better than the black room with the hospital bed. I think I am luckier than others. But I don't think others have been in my situation before. The door clicked and opened, the three people from earlier came in, smiling at me.
"So, boss wants to talk to you about his past." I looked at the man who said that. He was wearing a tight white shirt where I could clearly see his abs, with brown messy hair and green eyes.
"Is that what he wants to talk about?" I asked. He didn't tell me what it was that he wanted me to hear but it is what it is.
"Yes. I think you might want to pay attention to what he has to say." My eyes snapped over to the tall figure with brown curls and tanned skin. He looked like a mix of something. Probably Asian and Mexican. I remembered that sweet voice, it made me feel safe and I felt like I knew him.
"Do I-do we know each other?"
"Wow, it hurts that you don't remember me. We spent half of out childhood together." A girl who looked about my age looked between us and patted Mr. Sweet voice on his shoulder, staring him away from me.
"Sorry, Antonio doesn't know what he is talking about. He's a jokester."
"Antonio." I whispered, that name even sounded familar but no matter how far back in my brain I went, I couldn't remember him, it was all a blur.
"Yes, he's Antonio, I'm Makenzie and this is Steven."