Week 2

Chihuaha- Mexico

17:30 PM

Monday 27July 2009

Nearly thirteen days have passed since Savannah was imprisoned in the Mexican fortress. 13 days of fear, sadness, and loneliness. The only time she was allowed to leave her room was for her daily shower. And that was always accompanied by Nacho, the twins, or Tuco. She didn't see anyone else except the person who brought her food. As the day went by, she lost more and more hope of ever seeing her family again.

At least they made sure she had everything she needed. Hell, she even got new clothes. Shampoo, Conditioner, Soap... All she had to do was ask for it. But still... it was a prison. A dangerous prison. Most of the day she just slept... Hoping that this all is over soon.

Sighing, she looked through the window. Silver bars keep her from going outside. The sun burns invitingly on the tall palm trees. She rubs her long hair out of her face and plays nervously with the little red dress Tuco gave her. He had style, that's a fact. But why on earth does he give her clothes? He can just let her go, right? She won't say a thing. She just wants to forget this all happened.

She looks up in surprise at the sound of a key. The lock creaks in protest, after which the door slowly opens. Nacho peeks through the opening and gives her a warm smile. "Come" he orders. Hesitantly, Savannah stands up. Was this it? Was this the moment they decided what to do with her? Would they release her after all this time? Or worse... kill...

She walks towards him suspiciously. He takes her wrist and closes the door behind her. "Relax" he whispers when he notices her trembling body. Savannah closes her eyes to the abrupt warm light as Nacho opens the front door. Nacho escorts her to a garden table and extends his hand to a black rattan chair. "Sit" he orders, and walks to the chair diagonally across from her. Afraid, she swallows, ignoring the lurking eyes of Marco and Leonel who sit left and right next to her. Tuco sits in front of her. A playful smirk rests on his lips. "Hola" greets Lalo and comes to sit next to Tuco. Savannah doesn't answer. Lalo laughs and opens a beer. "Beer," he asks. Nervous, she shakes her head. "Suit yourself", he laughs and drinks the beer. He yells something in Mexican to his employee in the garden, who hastily runs off. "We figured you could use a little sunshine, no," he asks.

Savannah smiles forcibly. She looks up nervously when a boy returns with a glass of Jarritos. "Watermelon," he says politely, and sprints away again. Lalo lifts his bottle and drinks. She looks uncomfortably into Tuco's deep eyes. The dark eyes didn't look away from her for a second. She shudders when Leonel removes a leaf from her long hair.

"Aaah" laughs Lalo when servants walk towards them with plates full of food. "This, you are going to love," he says enthusiastically. Her heart beats like a racing horse while a woman places a full plate in front of her face. The smell teases her hungry stomach. Lalo smiles amused when she doesn't start to eat. "Do not worry, it's nothing else as Pozole, you should try." "It's not poisoned," says Tuco. Lalo chuckles. Hesitantly, Savannah takes a small bite. She can't deny that it's delicious. For a bunch of killers, they sure know how to cook. . "See" laughs Lalo. Savannah doesn't react. She just wants to eat in silence. For one reason, this feels like her last meal. Why all of a sudden do they invite her otherwise? While the family has a busy and mostly loud conversation, she calmly eats her plate. Last meal or not.. She is hungry and this stuff is good. And yes, Lalo was right, it feels good to be outside in the sun for a while. Surprised, she looks up at Marco when he laughs. And till her bigger surprise... Leonel talks! They don't really seem to pay too much attention to her. That's already something. She just wished she could escape Tuco his burning eyes.

"So Bonita," says Lalo all of a sudden and looks at her. Savannah looks surprised and swallows her food. "Savannah" she mumbles. "Sorry, I didn't understand you," he asks politely and moves his head closer. "My name is Savannah," she says a bit louder but still soft. "Savannah" repeats Lalo with a grin. "I like that. Where are you from Savannah?" Savannah swallows. Why did he know what to put on her tombstone? "I'm... I'm from Santa Fe." "Are you American? No!" Savannah bites her lip. From where the sudden interest?" "My father was Italian." "Ah, you see! I knew you weren't Americana" laughs Lalo and shakes his finger at her. Savannah fakes a smile. "Juan, more Mexican cola" orders Lalo. "Italiano" Lalo says and puts his attention back on her. "That makes you... A Latino, right?" Tuco laughs, amused, while Nacho and the twins chuckle. Savannah swallows. She isn't sure if he just insulted her or teased her. "Relax" laughs Lalo and shakes his head. "We are just going to have some fun ya?", uncomfortable, Savannah nods. She looks up to the boy who puts a bottle of Jarritos Mexican Cola in front of her.

It doesn't take long for the empty plates to be swapped out with a sweet dessert. "You are going to love this. It is marbled tres leches cake" says Lalo. Without reply, Savannah starts eating the chocolate cake. She couldn't help herself to swear under her breath. My god, this is delicious. How on earth could this be so delicious? For a bunch of psychopaths, they sure know what's good. "Tell me.. Savannah" begins Lalo. Savannah looks up at the old guy in the wheelchair next to him. In his nose hangs an air tube. On his bald little head rests a white fedora. His finger rests on a golden bell, attached to his wheelchair. In his eyes rests an angry look. "What happened to your father?" Savannah blinks and looks again at Lalo. Why does he want to know? "Sorry?" "You said my father WAS Italian. So what happened?" "My father had an accident," she says, hurtful. Lalo just nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that. Campfire?" She looked at him in surprise. A grin rests on his face as he extends his hand to a campfire further out in the garden. Not waiting for her answer, he takes his beer and stands up. Tuco growls briefly and pushes the wheelchair further away. "Don't worry Tito, I got you" he mumbles. Nacho gives her a warm smile but it doesn't warm her.

She slowly walks between Leonel and Marco with her Mexican cola in her hand. Not sure what to expect. But it seems that Lalo didn't lie at all. They just want to have a good, cozy evening.

The crickets are chirping in the tall grass, the sun has given way to a dark sky with almost a thousand stars. The dark garden is lit by the crackling fire. And yet Savannah has goosebumps. The fire doesn't warm her. Not completely. A chill remains over her body. Is it because of the men around her?

She looks up in shock. The unexpected just happened. Marco Salamanca hangs his jacket over her shoulders. His lavender shirt and double-shoulder holsters glowed warm in the fire. He nods at her. She gives him a grateful smile and wraps her arms around the soft jacket, smelling of blossoms. Lalo and Tuco are talking too loudly to notice this anyway. Savannah took a moment to observe Nacho. He had something in his eyes. Something different. Something soft. Something painful. A deep broken and hurtful look into his eyes. God knows what he saw already. She yawns softly. "Do you want to rest?" asks Lalo, and looks at the girl with Marco his jacket. Savannah doubted a moment before nodding. Lalo chuckles and beckons Tuco, who slowly stands up. "Be right back Tito", he says, and walks to Savannah. "Come," he orders calmly. Savannah swallows. She suddenly changed her mind. Why -sir I can't look away- should accompany her to her... cell? With a small sigh, she stands up and follows Tuco through the dark, silent corridors to her room. Tuco doesn't say a word all the way. He doesn't even look at her. Savannah's heart beats like a racing horse.

When he opens the door, she hastily slips in and smiles gratefully. She hands Marco his jacket and wants to flee into the room, but Tuco enters the room. A wicked smile curls around his lips. "Tuco, please don't", she begs, but he doesn't listen. Ignoring her resistance, he grabs her and runs his fingers down her leg under her dress. "No" she begs softly and tries to escape from his arms. Tuco chuckles softly. "Do you really think you can escape that easily?" Savannah struggles with the muscular Mexican. She tries so hard to keep him off her body. Tuco just chuckles. It even looks like this turns him on. "Tuco" she growls and tries her best to grab his gun. "A, a" he chuckles and places the gun on the bedstand. He pushes her against the clothing closet and lifts her dress with his hands. "I waited really long for this", he chuckles. With a sudden burst of bravery and adrenaline, she kicks him on his calves. She turns around, grabs the gun from the closet next to her, and smacks the hilt against his head, over and over and over again. "Me too" she whispers when he falls down.

She takes a deep breath and swallows. Her hands shake like a leaf. She looks around. "Think Savannah, Think" she groans. She grabs the keys from Tuco's belt and closes the door behind her. That gate... there should be a key to that gate. Carefully she peeks into the dark hallway. She scans the room before she makes her way to the backdoor. How on earth is she going to get out with all these people in the garden? The door creaks a little. She presses her back against the house and tries to blend in with the shadow. "Hey" shouts Lalo. Her heart races like a horse. "Oh no," she whispers. But Lalo just lifted his hand to call the boy who stood not so far away from her. She breathes out slowly and creeps through the shadows to the little gate in the fence. This would be her only chance...

Afraid she looks over her shoulder while she fights with the lock. A little happy feeling takes over her stomach when the lock clicks and opens. "Goodbye monsters" she whispers before closing the gate.