“I need to talk to my dad.”
“Your father is a very busy man. You know this.”
He hadn’t been busy a few days ago when he stole my kidney. And shouldn’t he have been recovering too? Probably in some fancy recovery center where they didn’t lock their patients in their rooms. If he had time to do all that, he certainly had time to talk to me on the freaking phone. “Please. Could you just call him and tell him I need to speak with him? Tell him it’s urgent.”
“And what exactly is urgent?”
The fact that you’re keeping me locked up in here.Although, I was pretty sure she was following my father’s orders. “It’s a private matter.”
“I see. Well, I’m under strict instruction to not bother him with anything unimportant.”
“It is important.” I was pretty sure him kidnapping me was illegal. Locking me up here? Stealing organs from me? It was very important. And he couldn’t hide from me forever in his apartment, even if there were a million rooms to hide in.
“If you relay it to me, I’ll make sure he receives a message about it. But today’s not a good day.”
I just gaped at her. Not a good day? He couldn’t even bother to take a message from me? Seriously? My kidney had saved hislife. He at least owed me a conversation. “It’s just a quick phone call.”
“All the arrangements had to be made immediately. Can you imagine how exhausted he is after the surgery and all that?” Her eyes grew round like she’d said too much.
“All…what?” I asked.
“If you’ll excuse me.”
“What arrangements?”
She hurried to the door.
“Wait!” I yelled. “You can’t keep me here!” I jumped off the bed, but she pulled the door closed before I could make a run for it. “Let me out!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Someone help me!”
But there was no answer.
I banged on the door. “Can anyone hear me?”
No response.
I banged on the door harder. “Someone please help me!”
But there was no response.
“Someone help me,” I sobbed and let my body fall to the floor. I slammed my palm against the door. “Please.” I let my forehead rest against the door as I continued to hit it with my palms. Someone out there had to have a heart.Please.
***
I was being lifted into the air. Someone was cradling me in their arms. I blinked but the room was pitch black.
They set me down on my bed.
“Brooklyn?” said a deep voice. A voice I recognized.
“Miller!” I wanted to hug him and cry and scream for joy all at once. I’d needed a familiar face desperately. And it was like my prayers had been answered.
“Shhh. I’m not supposed to be in here.”
I pushed myself up into a seated position. “Miller, you have to get me out of here.” I tried to climb back off the bed but he put his hand down on my thigh.
“I can’t.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry, Brooklyn, I can’t.”
I swallowed hard. “What do you mean? I never gave my dad permission to do this. He can’t keep me locked up here. I want to go home. Please, you have to get me out of here.” I reached out for him in the darkness. He hissed when my hand collided with his shoulder. It sounded like he was holding back a cry of pain.
