Finding My Lost Self [to be edited]

Chapter 36 - Here comes my knight with a shining shovel.

I glanced behind me and there were more masked men coming after us.

I shouldn't have glanced back because as soon as I did, I tripped to fall on my face, bringing James down with me.

I tried to get up but I was too late, there was someone grabbing my ankle. I kicked around with my foot, trying to break free, but to no avail.

That was when I felt it. I was scared.

I clutched the ground with my fingers when I started to get pulled. I was still trying my best to escape. I lifted my face a bit and my eyes scanned around for James. When I did, the sight of him made my heart ache.

He was held by a tall man, arms behind him as another guy in front of him beat him up.

Again, I just made the biggest mistake of my life.

The guy who was pulling me by the ankle now got hold of my arms and was trying to pin them behind my back.

Lying on my stomach in the snow, I was as helpless as a cow that wants to go downstairs.

"Get up, bitch," the guy yelled as he pulled me up by my now tied hands.

I was not standing up, hands pinned behind me, with about seven masked guys approaching me. I was shocked when the one in the middle took his mask off.

"We meet again. You've grown up, Samantha," the guy mused, humor dripping from his tone.

He had a long hair that lined the bald spot on the middle of his head. He was fat and he looked like he hadn't washed his face in weeks. His nose was unnaturally tiny and so were his ears. His eyes were bloodshot and made him look crazy. And for some reason, he reminded me of the stupid thieves from the home alone movies.

I snorted. One word: he was ugly as hell; uglier than Mrs. Green from my neighborhood.

I couldn't remember ever seeing this guy before, how the fuck did he know my name?

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who are you?"

But he only loaded the gun in his hand and laughed.

The greasy, tiny eared bastard fucking laughed.

"Samantha," He shook his head. "How can't you remember your uncle?" he asked, feigning hurt.

If this guy were my uncle I would have crawled back into my mother's womb.

I don't have any uncles, and that's something I would be forever grateful for.

"I have no uncles," I stated secure.