The Cousins

Alburquerque- New Mexico- USA

11:30 AM

Tuesday 14 July 2009

Bright sunlight peaks between the gray curtains and warms the terracotta-colored walls of the spacious bedroom. The wooden bed creaks softly as Savannah tries to escape from the iron grip. Sighing, she rests her head again against the dark wooden headboard and listens to the cheerful song of birds, resting on the olive tree in Nacho's front yard.She has no idea how long she's been locked up here. She doesn't even know what day it is anymore. Now and then she hears a car passing by, for the rest, there is no sound to be heard almost as if they have forgotten about her.

She bites her lip and shivers. She cannot sit around and wait till they kill her too! She must try to get out of here!

Her gaze drops to the second bedside table. A diary caught her eyes. Between one of his untidy curled pages holds a red paperclip a photo. Next to the diary is a moonstone. Doubting, she looks at the door. Her heart pounds in her throat while she pushes her slender body closer to the other side. Her fingertips barely touch the diary. "Come on please now" she growls between her teeth. It is so close and still so unreachable! She can feel the cold metal on the top of her finger. Not even an inch, that's all she needs!! Tears burned in her eyes. The diary shifts a little bit. "Come now" she whispers. Scared, she looks at the door. The soft sound of footsteps is heard. She knows it is useless. There is no way she could reach it. Nacho isn't stupid. Hastily she slides her hand towards the moonstone. That one she can reach! She grabs the stone and closes her hand around it when a sound on the door is heard. She rests her back against the door and looks suspicious at the door that opens.

Two Mexican bald men walked inside the room without a sound. Twins, that's for sure. Both of them are the same muscular, scary-looking men. The left one is dressed in a dark blue formal long sleeve shirt with a turquoise formal vest and matching pants. The right one is dressed in a lavender color formal long sleeve shirt with a beige colored formal vest and matching pants. His face is a bit more round than the other one. A birthmark rests under his eye. Without saying anything they calmly walk to the bed. The one in the blue suit walks to the other side of the bed and takes her hand. Savannah tries to fight his strong grip but it's impossible. Terrified she looks into his deep brown eyes. As he opens the handcuff she tightens her grip on the stone. If she wants to make a move... now is the moment.

Groaning she turns her head when the other one takes her hand from under the pillow. He looks into her eyes and pushes on her knuckles forcing her to open her hand. She swallows and grunts in anguish as he takes the stone out of her hand. For a moment the boys look at each other and then back to Savannah. Interested the boy looks again at the stone before putting it away.

Protesting Savannah tries to get out of the boy his grip when he drags her out of the bed but it is hopeless. His strong arms slide around her body like a snake around a mouse. Why they don't talk she thinks. It makes her even more afraid that they don't speak. While he walks down the hallway he pushes his stomach against her back. She must do something. They probably just bring her somewhere where they can kill her! But what on earth is she going to do against these two... brutes? She looks down at his snake leather shoes. On top of the tip is a little skull attached. That's it... the tip!

Before she hits her elbow in his pubic area, she takes a deep breath and bites her lip. Grunting, he falls down on his knees and lets go of her. Savannah hastily runs from his hand, ignores her trembling legs, and runs towards the first room on her left. She just wants to get away from them, nothing more! She rests her back against the closed door and takes a deep breath. With all her strength, she blocks the door handle and tries to ignore the aggressive banging on the door. Oh just great, the bathroom, she thinks after quickly scanning the room. Not really knowing what to do, she blocked the door handle with the chair that was standing next to her. She places the laundry basket against the chair and opens the window. No turning back now! She needs to get out of here, especially now. She can just imagine what they are going to do with her! The door cracks loudly. Before she jumps out of the window, she turns her head and catches a glimpse of the door bursting in pieces from a powerful punch by the man in the dark blue suit. A furious look rested in his eyes.

Growling, she clenches her teeth as her back lands on the wood splinter bottom that fills up the flowerbed under the window."Awtch" she whispers angrily and wipes the sand from her jaw. She has no idea where to go or where she is but all she knows for sure is that she has not much time. Stil fueled by adrenaline, she hastily moves away from the window before the twin can grab her.

Neatly trimmed grass beneath her feet, A high wooden fence, and a clean 8-shaped pool ... Great, she ended up in Nacho his garden. A fully fenced garden... How the hell is she going to escape from here? Before creep&creep show-up?! Hiding in the shadow of a small Mango tree she searches for a way to get out. The nagging sound of a drill echoes from the garage. There is no time for thinking. She has to climb over the fence. It is barely six feet tall. How hard can it be? The sound of the back door that hastily opens startles her. Without thinking she runs as fast as her legs can carry her towards the fence. Behind her appears the shadow of one of the twins. He comes awfully close. You can do this Savannah she thinks.

With the last bit of strength in her legs, she pushed herself off and jumps on the fence. She wraps her arms around it and tries to pull herself up. A strong hand grabs her pants. "No" she shouts hopelessly and tries to kick him off her. He grabs her legs, cursing in a language she doesn't understand and pulls her off the fence. A burning pain rips through her body as she falls down onto the cool grass. She coughs and gasps for air. The man grabs her once again and lifts her high into his arms. "No" she shouts. She kicks, slams, and scratches him. She even hits her head against him just so he lets her go. Grunting she falls down again on the grass next to him when she kicks him once more between the legs. He groans and puts his teeth on each other. He hangs himself over her. Furious. "Let me go" she angrily orders and slaps his jaw. For a moment he seems surprised by her daring, after which he slowly turns his head back. She swallows at the anger in his eyes. His emotionless face gives her cold chills. She swallows and hits his chest while she kicks him in the stomach. Hastily she crawls over the grass on all four away from him. He grabs her viciously and drags her towards him. A puff escapes her lips as he turns her onto her back again. His strong hand closes around her throat as he grabs her left hand. "No" she whispers frightened and puts her second hand around his warm knuckles. A tear rolls from the corner of her eye as she gazes into his eyes. Her lungs are begging for oxygen. He keeps looking into his eyes without remorse.

"Marco" yells his brother and slowly walks towards them. Marco slowly looks at his brother. "Leonel" sounds Nacho's voice. "We're done. Problem?" Leonel shakes his head and Marco lets go of her throat. Coughing, Savannah takes a deep breath and rolls over on her side. The shadow of Leonel, who's now right in front of her, blocks the sunlight in her eyes. Coughing, she gets down on her hands and knees while Marco gets up. Leonel relentlessly drags her up. "No more games," he orders, fastening the handcuffs around her wrists. Trembling Savannah swallows and looks into his eyes. Leonel grabs her tight and pushes her further. Her shaking legs make it almost impossible to walk. The twins take her into the garage.

A black and red minivan is parked with its rear alone in the garage. The rear doors are wide open. A tense look rests in Nacho's eyes as he waits next to the door. The van's engine roars softly. "Tuco," asks Marco. "Upfront" answers Nacho. In the back of the cargo area, a brown leather U-shaped seat is attached to the metal wall. Leonel is the first to get into the cargo hold and helps Savannah get in, followed by Marco. Nacho looks into her eyes and smiles comfortingly before closing the doors. Savannah sighs and bites her lip. To her left is Marco, to her right Leonel. Now she knows for sure ... She's lost. Wherever they went... It couldn't be any good.