text: Becca A. The Hidden There is always secerts To everyone who knows there is always going to be mysteries 
   
   
    Porloge  
   
    Thw car slows to a stop on the side of an empty road. "Why are we stepping Daddy?" I ask, looking out the window. The sencery in Mexico  is pretty. "Sara, when I tell you to run you do if okay?" he asks. He sounds scared, he is never afraid of anything. " Daaddy ahats gping on?" I ask frightened. I look out the back wondow, there is four men comming twords our car, guns drawn. "Dad, whats going on?" I ask agin. 
    "Those men are going to kill me. Ill keep them busy enough for you to run. Dont trust anyaone.Stay hixddden.Tell no one" he tells me, just as one of the men points a gun at my dads window. "But-" I try to say 'But I can't let them kill you' but he cuts me off. "Do as I say. If you don't run, they'll kill you too" he whispers. "I love you sweetie" he says, throwing open his door. The man standing closes to the door is thrown back, and my door is pulled open.  
    Im dragged out of the car roughly, but my dad lunges at whos holding me. "Run!" he shouts. He says it so fericely and filled with so much pain, I have to run. I run as fast as I can, but look over my shoulder just in time to see my father being shot, and dropping to the ground, dead. A casade of tears roll down my cheeks, and I keep running, and don't look back. 
    The tears blurr my vision, but I keep running until I run into someone. I look up, frightened. Its an old woman, maybe in her 70's. At first, she speaks spanish, and I can't understand her. Then, seeming to understand I speak english, she changes langues. "Whats wrong child? Don't you know how dangerous it is out here?" she says.  
    My father said not to trust, but I have no where to go. "I can't tell you" I ghasp between sobs. "Then come with me" she says, and we go into her house. Its small, and broken down, like most houses in Mexico city. I don't tell her what happened.  
    I only tell her that Im all alone, and that my father told me to not trust anyone. She nods her understanding. She is kind, and I have that gut instinct that I can trust her. She takes care of me, and I learn spanish. But the death of my fathers murder will always haunt me, no matter where I hide. 
   
   
   
   Rule 1- Never look back  
   
    I rush out of the house, trying to make it in time to work. I work for a boat company, fixing old, and selling them. My feet barely make noise as I run across the street. Its beautiful here, where ever here is. I really don't know where I am, but I do know that Im not in Mexico anymore. I left Mexico a couple years ago, after the lady who found me, Rose, died.  
    I make it just in time. "Sara" a voice calls out to my right. The voice is female, and I can tell is used to speaking spanish. I turn, its Emila. Shes a firend I got to know working here. She waves me over. "Whats going on?" I ask, survaying the people aruging. Our boss, Meeko, and someone who left off their boat a while ago, mabey two weeks ago.  
    "¿Dónde está mi barco? ¿Por qué no lo terminó? Exijo me devuelvan mi dinero! Voy a vencer culo de alguien si no lo hago!" The coustomer screams. Loose translation, hes pissed that he can't get his boat back yet. "He keeps saying he left it here a month ago, and hes going to kill us all" Emila says, rolling her eyes.  
    Meeko is trying to reason with the man, but I see hes loosing his temper. "I'll go settle this" I grumble, walking over to the bickering people. "Hey, cállate ¿quieres? Que lo dejó aquí hace dos semanas. Pregunte a cualquier persona que trabaja aquí, ellos dicen lo mismo. Así que cállate, y volver en una semana" I say, putting my hand on my hip.  
    The man glares at me, but he knows not to mess with me. Hes a regular, name is Delgato. Last time he got into an argument with me, I nearly broke his arm. I might be small, but I know how to fight. Delgato stomps away. 
    Meeko nods his thanks to me, and goes back to his work. Hes not one for thank yous. Escpically since I usally end us up with more angry coustumers, because I cant keeps my mouth shut, as he would say. I should tell him that if I wasn't, they would all be robbing him blind. I go back over to Emila.  
    "That wasn't very smart" She remarks as soon as Im in hearing distance. "You already got one gang after you" she says, slightly worried. She is right, kinda. I do have people with grudges aginst me. Like, trying to kill me once in a while grudges.  
    "Well I don't care about him, hes all talk" I say, flipping my hair back when the passing by car blows it in my face. "Still..." she says, still uncertain. "You worry too much" I say, getting on to fixing the boat.  
    Emila fallows my lead. Shes younger than me, but still taller than me. I watch as she gets annoyed with her hair, nearly gouging the boat. I almost laugh when she falls. I pull her back up. "You need to tie it back" I say, handing her my hair tie I had around my wrist.  
    "How come you hair dosn't fly in your face? Our hair is the same legnth" she grumbles, putting her hair up. "Im facing twords the wind, your facing away from it" I say. She dosn't even seem to try to understand what I said. Shes distracted easily. We both go back to working on the boat. 
    After about four hours, I stop to take a break. Emila took one eailer, so she keeps working. I go to the back of the little shack of the store. Everything is warn down, you might think you were in Hati. Who knows, maybe this is Hati, I don't ever ask. I think its better that way. The ocean is clear and blue, and seems to go on forever. 
    I walk down to the dock, finally sitting on the edge of it, my feet almost touching the water. I lay back, but keep my senses on high alert. You never know what can happen to you. I can hear the water lapping at the dock, people yelling off in the distance, and the rustle of the trees and houses as the wind blows.  
    Theres proubly going to be a storm sometime soon. The sky looks clear right now, but I see darker clouds rolling in from the distance. The last one left some houses destroyed, which is good concidering how badly built the houses are.  
    I climb to my feet, and head back. When Im close enough, I can hear unfimilar voices, and Emilas concerned one. She almost sounds panicked. I quickly go over to see whats going on. There is two men, both clean and in nice clothes. Not good. No one from here is ever like that.  
    Emila quickly looks at me, and her panicked expression wornses. "Whats going on?" I ask harshly. "They said they needed to talk to you. I didn't know what to say" She whispers to me. I look back at them. They both seem serious, and offical. They dosn't look like the crule ones that found me 3 years ago, still I can't take any chances.  
    I bolt, leaving Emila. I don't think they'll hurt her. I turn on cornners, and doge around anything thats in my way. I can hear the guys heavy foot steps behind me, but not catching up. Once in a while they call out my name, but I don't look back. When I think I lost them, I slow down to a jog. When I dosn't hear their foot steps I look back. No one.  
    I put my hands on my knees, catching my breath. Then I hear them before I see them. They didn't stop, only slowed down, and now found me. When I jump up to run, the younger looking one grabs my wrist. Hes maybe in his earily 20's. Hes stronger than me, thats for sure. 
    I decide to hear what they have to say, then run for it. The older one comes over, maybe in his 40's. "You are Sara, right?" he asks, a little breathless. "You abviously know the answer to that" I grumble. "Guess so. We're from the fbi, Im Gavern and hes Nick" he says, nodding to the person holding my wrist.  
    "What do you want?" I ask, a little snappy. "We have reason to belive that you know what happened to your father, and maybe the answer to the case they were working on. Also because we have reason to belive that you are in danger" he explains. I flinched a little when he mentioned my father, but pushed it away. "Yeah, I kinda knew that. I have been for last 7 years. And I think you will too if you don't let me go. I don't know anything, so Im no use to you" I say, and pointly looking at the guy holding my wrist.  
    "Eaither way, we think it would be in your best intrest to come with us" Gavern says. "How 'bout no?" I say, quickly kneeing Nick, and running as soon as his grip is gone. I don't get very far before I hear shooting, directed at me.  
    I drop to the ground, reflectivly. Now, that is the guys who found me when I was 15, and basically torchered me until I almost died. The sight of them makes me freeze. Im terrified. I thought of that torchous month for years, and I thought I was over it now, apperently not. Gavern is shooting at them, and Nick runs over to me.  
    He yanks me to my feet, and pulls me along as he runs. I don't bother fighting him, and when were far enough, I snap out of my trance-like state and run along with him. I don't notice I was actually hit until we stop. Blood is staining my shirt on my side. And it hurts like hell.  
    "Sit down" Nick says, pushing me down. I do it, not that I have a choice since Im dizzy from the blood loss. He try to stop the bleeding, and adventually does, but Im about passed out then. "You should have told me eailer" he scolds me. "I didn't know" I addmit. "How the hell could you not know?" he says, adgitated.  
    I shrug the best I can. "Im used to it" I think I pass out about then. 
   
   
   
   Rule 2- Think before acting, but only if you have time to. If you dont, just act  
   
    I open my eyes, blinking aginst the bright light. I first notice how it smells, salt, sea water. The second I notice is the swaying, Im on a boat. In a room, on a big boat. I sit up groggliy. I have a migraine, I rub my tempales, trying to sooth it. There is a bandage wrapped around my waist. Where I was shot, I remembered.  
    When I try to stand up, I fall back to the bed, feeling dizzy eaither from the boat, or my head. Where exactly am I? With the fbi guys? Not the other for sure, when I was with them, I got a dark room with only walls, ceiling, and floor.  
    The door opened, and Nick came in with a glass of water. "We're on our way back to the US" he says before I can ask. "I never agreed to this" I snap, and take the glass he hold out to me. "You didn't have to agree, just come, or in this case..." he trails off, shrugging. "Well this is going to be a waste of both our time then" I say, drinnking the water.  
    I actualy do know some of the answers though. I know who killed my father, I even know some of the case info. But not alot. So far, he wasn't my favorite person, and I wasn't answering anything. I poke at my said for a second, testing if it hurt. Its does, but Im not telling anyone that.  
    "Who killed your father?" Nick asks. Hes pathetic, thinking I'll just tell him. Im pretty sure my look tells him what Im thinking. He sits in a chair, and waits.  
    "You are pathetic. Do you think I know?" I asks. Well, bad question. 
    "Yeah, Im pretty damnd sure you know. Now, tell me who killed your father" he said, getting adgitated. I love games, and this one was all mine.  
    "Too bad for you" I shrugged.  
    "You'll be considered an acomplice to whomever killed him" he warned. 
    "Like hell I would kill my own father! He was a great man, and whoever killed him deserves to burn in hell" I snapped.  
    "I said considered, I know you didn't. If you tell me, its going to make this alot easier, and if you want, I can make sure they die" he said camly. I leaned back, calming myself. He was all bluff, anything he said. And I could get out of anything, anywhere. Ive done it before.  
    "I don't know, and if you had just left me alone, you wouldn't have someone fallowing you right now" I said. I knew they were fallowing, they won't let me leave that easily. Nicks eyes widened, suprised. "Who? and how would you know that?" he asked, glancing at the door, as if wanting to go check. 
    "They just found me, they arn't letting me go that easily" I said camly. I was actualy freaking out, I didn't wan't to go back there. Never.  
    Nick told me to wait, while he went up deck. I knew he wouldn't see anything, but chances were, they were already on the ship.  
    I heard yelling, shots fired. They were here. Oh shit, ok act now, think later. I quickly looked around, looking for a weapon. My boots were gone, I had a knife in there. Tied to my shin though was a gun. God these people were stupid if they didn't notice that. 
    There was no window, can't get out that way. I opened the door, no one in the halls. I went quitly, gun drawn down the hall. There was still noise about deck. This reminded me of a pirete movie.  Not the time to think about movies.  
    I found the stairs, and heart pounding, went up. The noise was louder there. The guys who I was dreading would find me where here. I don't freeze, I run. I run, ducking bullets, and fists. I have to shoot a couple people to keep them from grabbing me, but thats better than me getting shot.  
    A hand grabs my wrist and yanks me back. I stumble, falling flat on my back. The guys breath stinks of acholal, and rot. Hes one of them. He grunts as I try to get him off me, but dosn't move. He pins me down so Im unmobial. No no no. Not again. I fight back a scream and work on kicking him off. I hate boats, I hate him, I hate everyone on this fucking boat!  
    I almost get him off me, but he pins me right back down. My gun. I can almost reach it, he had knocked it out of my hand. I try to reach for it, but a boot steps on my writst. Bones crack, and I scream. How is no one else noticing? The pain is sharp, and it radiated up my arm. I look up to who had done it. Its him, the one who set it all up, who personaly killed my father, who personall torchared me, the one who I also know killed my mother. This is true terror.  
    He kneels down next to me, rag in hand, I can already smell Rohypnol. Or maybe cloroform, hes used both before. I hate him too, and his german acent. "Gute Nacht Mädchen" 
    he whispers, placing the rag over my mouth.  Good night girl 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Rule 3-Never let down your gaurd  
   
    I awoke groggy, blinded by the bright light above me. I let out a soft groan as the light sent a wave of pain through my head.  
    I tried to remember what happened, and where I was. I absently felt around my, testing the ground. It was smooth, cold, metal.  
    The boat, thr fight, german accent.I was back, in this horrid place. I instantly froze, my eyes focusing now on my surroundings. There was a small ceailing light, swinging gentaly as the whole place moved. Slowly, I sat up. 
    Another ship. I stumbled as I tried to stand up, and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Maybe I wasn't where I thought I was, but that was highly doubtful.  
    There was no windows, just a metal floor, and wodden sides, and the light. And a door. I instantly went to that, trying to tug it open. I felt like punching a hole in the wall when it didn't open. Know what, thats not to bad of an idea.  
    I threw my fist at the wall, pushing every ounce of frustration, fear, and anger into it. My fist connected with a loud crack, at first, I wasn't sure if it was my hand that broke, of the wall. I think both. 
    The wall had a hole in it, and light shone through. There must be a room on the other side. Down side, my hand was bleeding, and most likly broke. I clutched it, and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out. Better they dont know Im awake yet. They will soon enough though.  
    Taking a deep breath, I stepped back, and kicked the wall, right where the hole was forming. The hole widened, and more light shone through. I hoped no one was on the other side.  
    I kicked at it repteadly, widening the hole, and slowly letting the fear leave me. Maybe everyone was asleep. Maybe not.   
    When it was finally big enough to go through, I slipped through it, getting scratched by the broken bits of wood. This room had a table, and food on a counter. A lunch room? It wasn't like them to make it so easy, maybe they had gotten stupider, or me just smartter. Most likly the later. I grabbed some food, and shoved some into my pockets, just in case. 
    I tried that door, it was open, and I was glad. I dont think I would be able to get my way through another wall. As I carefully walked down the hall, I noticed how pourply built this boat was. 
   
   
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