Savannah

Alburquerque- New Mexico- USA

07:00 AM

Tuesday 14 July 2009

Nacho sighs deeply as he takes another look at the unconscious girl in his bed. She hasn't moved since he placed her there. Hell, he doesn't even know if she is alive. Her slender wrists are bound with a thick rope. Between her soft lips rested a white cloth. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Groaning, Savannah opens her eyes. She blinked twice. Oh, why does her head hurt so much? Where the hell is she? This isn't her apartment? How come she cannot move? She looks at her bound hands and shivers. It all comes back to her. The fear, the gunshot ringing in her ear... Oh my god! Afraid she tries to get up.

"Sst" soothes a soft voice. A warm hand rests on her shoulder. "Sst, stop moving, it is okay." Her heart beats like a racing horse while she slowly lifts her head to look at the man who sits beside her. For a moment, she observes the young Mexican boy before she recognizes him. The boy who held Tommy. Nacho!

Panic runs through her veins once more. "NO" she screams and tries to get away from him. "Relax" he orders. Tears streamed over her eyes. A soft scream, colored by panic, escapes her. "Relax" he orders again and puts his weight on top of her. "Please, please don't" she mumbles through the cloth. Nacho places his weight on top of her."Relax," he says once more, this time stricter. "Are you going to relax?" "Please get off me" she begs. "I will when you relax. Are you going to relax?" Savannah waits for a moment but then she nods. "Good," he says and gets off her. Sighing, he helps her sit up. "I will get you some food and water, now stay lying and try to relax okay." Savannah looks into his golden eyes and trembles. Nacho sighs again and leaves the room.

Tears rolled over her jaws. What on earth has she gotten herself into? Why... Why did she have to be a witness? And why on earth did Hayden call? Maybe if he didn't call they would never see her? But what if they didn't... what did she have to do? Go to the police? Tell them what she saw? Savannah closes her eyes for a moment and sniffs. Why...

Lost in thought, Nacho looks up when his doorbell rings. "Jesus" he mumbles when someone knocks. "Coming" he yells and drops the bread bag. He opens the door and looks at Tuco. Tuco groans before walking in. "Turn the TV on," he says softly. Nacho looks at him. "Do it" orders Tuco. Mumbling, Nacho walks towards his big flat screen and turns the TV on. Tuco drops himself on the brown leather sofa. Nacho's stomach turns and twirls as he looks at the newsflash on Channel One.

"a single gunshot in the head. Tommy was the owner of the road restaurant Pinkies. Officers claim that this was a drug-related case since the infamous drug, methamphetamine, was found at the scene." "It is all over the news" sighs Tuco. Nacho swallows. He knows what this means. He knows now why Tuco is here. "We have to stay low a while", he whispers, and looks at the duo on TV.

"Please, please, please. I beg you. Whoever you are, I do not judge,for that is not my task. But all I ask is for my little girl. Please just look into your heart and just let my little girl come back." "Who the hell is that," asks Tuco and straightens himself. "I dunno? The girl's family maybe" answers Nacho and looks at the crying elderly woman. Next to her stands a young strong man, holding her hand tight. "I've seen him before," Tuco says and points to the screen. " In what way? Is he a dealer?" "I cannot remember" he sighs.

Nacho stares at the photo of the girl in his bedroom. Her smile made his heart flutter.

"Savannah Esposito. At the age of 19, she has long brown hair and" "Esposito" growls Tuco while Nacho closes his eyes. "That's why I know the guy!! He's mob. You know after his father died he became like.. you know. The godfather!" "Tuco" growls Nacho. "We gotta do something. This isn't good. For either of us man!" Tuco sighs and lifts his hands. "I know" he shouts. "Okay okay, relax okay. Look. I called my cousins. They are on the way. They are going to smuggle us over the border." "The border," asks Nacho loudly. "I can't go to Mexico! My father.." "You're father will be saved" shouts Tuco. "Nacho, He will be more safe with you not being here okay. If this thing blows and it will... We just come back. In the same way, we came alright. We can't stay low here without it coming to face us. Trust me. I know how this goes. We have no choice here!" Nacho sighs and places his hands on the back of his head. "Okay. Tuco. Okay. But promise me one thing. You need to promise me... I need your promise that I will reach and leave Mexico alive!" Tuco nods. Of course Nacho. You are like my brother, you know."Nacho nods. "And the girl" he says and points to the screen.

"If you have any information leading to Savannah's whereabouts or if you have seen this girl, call the authorities on the number below. "

Tuco shook his head. "We have no choice. We have to kill her" Nacho protests loudly.""Or" yells Tuco. "Or we have to take her." Nacho closes his eyes a second. "You think that will work"? "We have no other option here, Ignacio! You don't want to kill her?!" Nacho shakes his head and places cheese on the bread. "How is she?" "Panicking", Nacho answers. Tuco smirks. "Well, she'll panic even more. My cousins.. They are coming to this house. We will take your van. And they will be in the back. With her." Nacho stares in Tuco his eyes. "You can't be serious?" "What Nacho? What else? They have a Mercedes?! Unless you want her to spend the entire trip in the trunk?!" Nacho swallows and shakes his head. "That's what I thought," Tuco says and sits down again. Nacho sighs. "I guess there is no choice", he growls, and walks with the food towards his bedroom.

Scared, Savannah stares at Nacho his golden eyes. Afraid she dodges his grasp. Nacho sighs and places the plate on the nightstand. "We can do this the hard way" he starts and pulls her up. "Or the much easier way. I prefer the last one." Since Savannah doesn't feel like it was a request, she softly nods.

"Eat" Nacho orders, and cuts the ropes off her hands. Gently, he removes the cloth from between her teeth and takes a step backward. Unsure if she can trust the food, Savannah takes a look at the sandwich. "It is not poisoned", Nacho sighs and crosses his arms. It doesn't look like she believes him. Why would she? He tries to imagine himself in her place. Scared. Unknowing. She just saw her friend or boss at least getting shot by the same guy who offered her a sandwich. Well, he didn't pull the trigger, but that doesn't make any difference. " You need to use the restroom? Shower?" He looked at her big blue eyes pointed at him. Filled with tears, sorrow, pain and most of all, fear. His heart crumbled at the sight of her. Carefully, he takes a washing cloth and grabs her jaws. Her skinny body trembles in his hand. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay. Neither am I going to kill you. If I wanted to do that, you wouldn't be lying in my bed. You will be lying in a ditch somewhere." Nacho sighs and takes place on the bed. He gently cleans her head wound. "Look if it was for me... I" he stops and looks in her eyes. Once more, he sighs and stands up. "Yell if you need something," he says before placing a handcuff around her wrist. He locks the other end of his wooden bed and leaves the room.

Savannah pulls hopelessly on the cuff and sighs. She rests her head against the bedboard and closes her eyes. "Oh Hayden" she whispers, sniffing. Tears rolled out of her eyes. What on earth was going to happen?