Finding Out Who

Author: Alexandra
From: Des Moines, USA
Age: 11
Date: 5th Jul 2000, 9:19 AM
Rating: 5
Comment:
Title: Finding Out Who

Chapter 17
I wasn’t crying anymore, and I sure wasn’t joyful. I was back in the building with
long white corridors. It was the building where Perry had died. And now it might be my
dad’s turn. But I knew one thing for sure, they weren’t going to kill him until they got the
missing pages to his great idea. I couldn’t believe it, it was my dad’s idea that had started
all of this. I’d almost forgotten! A few simple pages were the founders of the feast. It just
couldn’t be!
After a few hours, my dad woke up. While he was asleep, he and I had been tied
up in chairs facing each other. And during the process, I’d just been staring at him.
Staring, in awe and wonder. How could a man survive through all of this?
Yet, I was kind of mad at him. Believe it or not, I was mad. I’d missed him and
cried over his death so many times, but all along he’d been deceiving my mom and me.
Couldn’t he at least send some sort of letter? Some sort of sign that he was still with us?
I guess not. After all, until today, I’d thought him dead.
"Where are your remainding plan papers, Ozrob?" Johnson barked out.
"Get away from me, bastard. Your lucky my daughter is here, or I’d kick your
sorry ass." My father responded rudely. It suprized me.
"Listen bud, I think it’s time for you to look around. Who’s tied up? Who’s askin’
the questions? Who’s got the body guards? Who’s got guns pointed at his frickin’ head?
And best of all, who’s got who’s daughter?!"
"I don’t give that I’m tied up, Johnson. I know you wouldn’t dare kill me. Not
while you don’t have the papers you need. And you know what? I’m not ever going to tell
you where they are. Never. I don’t give in with torture. And I don’t give in with threats,
either."
I noticed something. Something hidden away, and I was only glad that Johnson
didn’t notice. My dad kept on purposely avoiding the fact that I was a hostage here! Yet,
he kept quiet about it with the hope that Johnson wouldn’t make the altimet threat to my
dad. The threat to kill one of his only remainding family members. And if I was killed to
get information out of my dad, that would be torture enough. But I’ll bet you that these
creeps would just get rid of my body, and capture my mom. . . if they hadn’t already.

I wasn’t going to like what I was about to hear. I was about to hear my father get
hurt. And. . . tortured. Mr. Johnson took out a little whip. Scared, I closed my eyes.
"Now," I heard Mr. Johnson’s voice, "you will tell me where the papers are."
"Never will I tell you."
CRACK!
"Aaaaaah!"
"Now will you tell me."
"I won’t give in to you! Never!"
CRACK!
That time, my father held his tongue.
"You know, Ozrob, it’s only a few papers. Nothing of importance, it’s just that
you’re so stubborn, that this intire ordeal has gone much farther than I intended."
"If they’re only papers, than you shouldn’t care so much. But you know just as
well as I do, that they’re more than mear papers."
By now, I’d opened my eyes. I couldn’t see my dad’s back, but blood was running
down his coat onto the dry floor.
I was also confused, though. How could papers be more than just papers?
I didn’t have much more time to think, because the torture was beginning again.

An hour later, my father was in tears. He was in immense pain, and I was really
scared. My dad still hadn’t given up.
I don’t know why Johnson had procrastinated so much, but he finally ordered one
of his guards to put a gun to my head. Now I was really scared. And I hoped that I
wouldn’t die.
My eyes were now open, and my dad was looking blank faced at me. Tears quietly
running down his cheeks.
"Now will you tell me?" Johnson, of course.
My dad just stared at me, horror in his eyes. My head was bent low, I was so
scared. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to die.
"I. . . I. . ." My dad stuttered.
"Well?" Johnson coolly asked.
"I. . . can’t answer that."
Uh oh.
Silence. . .
"This girl isn’t the one that deserves to die." All of a sudden the guard with the
gun up to my head said.
I couldn’t believe it! Yet, the guard didn’t shoot at anyone. He just put his gun by
his side, and said, "No one here deserves to die. I can only say that Johnson deserves to go
to jail."
Next, the guard took out his walkie-talkie and spoke into the microphone, "Call
some cops, R298Y."
Momentarily, five heavily armed cops kicked the door open and grabbed Mr.
Johnson.
"What?!" Mr. Johnson shrieked.
"Tell the ambulance we’re ready." One of the police said into his walkie-talkie.
I was confused, relieved and shocked of course, but very confused. If that guard
had been on our side, than why had he waited?

My dad and I were then untied, and the paramedics let me go into the ambulance
with my dad. He didn’t look so good. He was very pale, and sounded as if he was about to
pass out.

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