I keep shouting at the burly man who carried me to let me down but my shouts fall on deaf ears and I'm still left immobilized by the bind to my wrist while he grabs my leg from the back of my knees,” Who handles a lady in such a rough manner, at least tell me where you're taking me!!” I shout at him once more but I'm still met with his steady footsteps as he walks forward.

All I feel are slight turns and sways, as if he were taking different directions. I feel him stop moving and hear the sound of an iron door being pushed open. He takes a few steps inside before I’m dumped into a chair.

He removes the cloth blindfolding my eyes and it takes my eyes a while to adjust to the light of the room, as my sight goes back to normal, I scan the room I'm in now, a table sits in front of me with another chair at the other end of the table, the door is to my back and the only people here are me and the man who dragged me all the way here. I moved my head to ask him why he brought me here but decided against it, reasoning that he obviously won't be speaking to their prisoners and entertaining questions so I decided to keep quiet and see what happens next.

After some minutes in the room, thoughts rotating around whether I had been allowed to see my father, and secretly hoping that I would see my mother, I heard some noise behind me and stretched my neck sideways to see a man dragging what appeared to be another prisoner due to the sack placed on the prisoner's face. They drop the prisoner in the chair opposite me and before I could raise a question to the men, they pull the sack over his face and I feel tears spring to my eyes at the sight of my father sitting in front of me, exhaustion wearing on his face.

My father blinked to adjust to the suddenness of it all and saw me sitting in front of him in tears, he rushed to try and stand but the man who brought him in pushed him by the shoulders to sit back down. My father tries not to make any sudden or rushed movements and checks me with his eyes to see if I'm alright,” my sweet girl, are you alright?” he verbalises still after seeing no visible marks on me,” I'm fine Dad, are you hurt, are Mom and Jas okay?” I ask him too, worried that these crazy men would hurt him or my mother and Jas,” were both okay, we were expecting you home but heard no news of you, only for these men to barge at us at home and kidnap us” my father fills me in, with a shake of his head, on what happened the day I was taken, they had been taken too on the same day.

I think of how I have been allowed to meet my father and worry that we were being timed right now, so I hurriedly asked him the things that have been the highlight of my thoughts,” Dad, who are the Ciobani’s?” I ask my dad gently, watching his expression sharply to notice anything at all, my dad freezes for a fraction of a second before he stares into my eyes,” where did you hear that name Rae?” he asks me slowly, giving me the impression of walking on eggshells, being careful of whatever he may say and in what context would they be taken in,” I met with the one behind our captivity, he says he's name is Ciobani and he has some type of vendetta against you for betrayal” I explain to him while still watching him deeply.

I hate to have to dig into my father, but he may not tell me the actual truth considering it's a past that he kept well hidden from me, he stares at me, freezing at my explanation, and keeps quiet for a while. After a solid minute, my father sighs with a shake of his head and looks back at me,” it would seem that my past has come back for me, despite trying to hide it” he stretches his back out while looking at the table,” listen to me Rae, and I want you to listen to me with a clear and open mind my dear” he tells me. I nod softly, indicating that I agree and I'm all ears,” our family used to work for the mafia a long time ago, it was something that had already started since my father was alive, we had a close association with the Ciobani family and were in charge of good transportation" my father says.

My heart skips several beats and I feel the blood draining from my face as my father mentions that were in association with the mafia,” I admit that I made stupid choices when I was left in charge, thinking that I wouldn't be caught, I had sold some goods that had come from shipping and fled with the money” my father continues with his head bowed down in guilt and shame. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on me. He really did it, and that too against the mafia, oh my gosh I thought to myself in a panic,” Why Dad?” I whispered to him and he kept silent, no answer,” I understand you may have been pushed to a corner but why against the mafia dad?!” I ask with a high tone, I feel sheer terror pass through my body at the thought of all the terror we’ll go through for the deceit committed against them,” at that time, I felt that I was left without another option, forgive me dear” my dad says, a tremble in his voice as he refuses to look up at me, before I could answer, a voice comes from behind me,” funny how you omitted your biggest crime”……