KIDNAPPED

Chapter Eleven

   *Play the video or listen to "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey

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"Just...you won't get it" He shook his head and laughed a breathy laugh, the anxious kind one, he actually was surprised, about what, that I don't now. I gave him a nod, not to pressurize him into answering as he was my only friend here- by friend I mean the only one I could really talk to.

"So, let's talk about something else" 
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Nate and I sat and talked for what seemed like ages, but was merely hours. I told him about my family and so many things about different members. In return. he told me about his family- actually bother. He told me that his parents were killed when he was six-seven years old and that his brother took care of both of them. He acted as his father and his mother. I was so saddened by hearing this, someone like Nate doesn't deserve such despairing start in life. I didn't believe him in the start, I mean, just look at him, he is always cracking jokes and is always so joyous, so carefree. I asked him how could he be like this and he said, I quote-"Sad souls make everyone laugh."

"So, where is your brother now ?" I asked hesitantly, I sensed that I needed to change the topic of discussion -he looked a little distressed when I asked him about his parents.

"I don't know" He replied with a simple shrug, too nonchalantly. 

"What, you don't know ?" I was confused after his answer, either he didn't want to tell me or he seriously doesn't know about the whereabouts of his brother, both options are grave. I told him all about my family despite him being somewhat involved with this gang, if he still doesn't trust me enough to tell me about his personal life, then I shouldn't either and if he really doesn't know about his brother at the moment then that is so... I don't know.

The Underworld is so depressing. 

How is it possible that one doesn't know whereabouts of his own family ? I mean if they aren't kidnapped like me or something.

"Yes, Ella, I don't know, it has been a long time since I heard from him" He says unconcerned.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to intrude or something, I was just.. you know...asking" I say, adding a casual shrug towards the end.

"So, you really don't know where he is or how he is or what he's doing these days ?" I asked putting special emphasis on 'really'.

"Yeah, who knows, he himself might have joined a gang or maybe he is doing marijuana in India right now" He is so apathetic in his answer. Does every family in this business suffer this kind of detachment ? 

" Marijuana ?..." 

"...Are drugs very..umm.. popular in gangs ?" I asked.

"Yup, it's like water at some places, at least you can survive seven days without water but not these people, some people can't survive a day without drugs" He said in matter-of-factually kind of tone. 

"Do you do drugs too ?" I asked him without a cover, he can do whatever he likes, I am not his mother and I am not a judgmental bitch either.

"Nah, not really into them, I have tried them once, my brother wasn't happy with me" He smiles fondly as he recalls some incident. I breathe a sigh of relief, I wouldn't have minded if he really did drugs but it sill is a relief that he doesn't.

"Oh, cool, you know, some of my friends use to do drugs too but alas, they were never meant for me" I smile at his surprised expressions.

"So you do drugs ?" He asks in shock. I shake my head and reply,