Ab-duh-ction
I got this phone call from my dad two hours ago about my 17 year old nephew getting kidnapped. I did not really know how to react when he started talking about it because that's how I deal with situations that may induce panic attacks. I tend to rationalize things first before I behave. I didn't really understand my dad because 1. he is bad at explaining things 2. he doesn't know how to use the cellphone too well which makes him grumble instead and raise his voice.
This was before I had lunch so I was too hungry to even ponder about it. Remember when our previous house got burned? It took me a day before I started crying about my room which was turned into a lump of charcoal. I was with Ash when my dad called. I told her my dad was looking for my nephew if I've seen him around the university. She was the one who reacted for me. I was smiling. I was smiling because I found it funny. Funny because we're actually the family members of the abducted. Just like in the movies. Just like in those news. I should get a slap from my sister. Instead, Ash did the honor. Then Ash told me to eat because she knew I neither had breakfast nor lunch. I ate fried chicken and rice with unlimited gravy in the school caf. I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed because the chicken was too big for my cup of rice. Then back to my nephew. I didn't really know how to react. I didn't like that kid. When we were growing up together considering his age is, oh wait, he's not anymore 17, he's 18. See that, I don't even know how old he is. When were were younger, we used to fight a lot. He'd call me gay often after he tears up the sketches I made and posted on the walls of my room. We never got a long since then. I did bully him more than once, but I played god when I was a kid. (So you can say, I'm a demi-god in status quo.)
Ash told me to call my sister instead. I think I owe her that. I love my sister, just not her son. Or at least one of her kids. After eating lunch, I still told Ash that I don't know how to react. I don't know what entirely happened that is. While on our way to find a phonebooth, I saw my sister-in-law in her new car. The last time I saw her (my sister-in-law) was when she told me that my sister (my nephew's mother) has a new car. As if it mattered to me, although that mattered to everybody else. That's how my family is. They like comparing stuffs, fortune and drama. When I reached my sister-in-law, she told me the whole story. The maid of my sister was there. Smiling. That gave a good sign.
My nephew wasn't kidnapped after all. He was almost kidnapped or at least a caller threatened my sister that they will kidnap my nephew. Ash tells me that I will be kidnapped instead because I look like my nephew. We were told to have a close resemblance. Now, that made me react.
Kidnapping in my dear city has become a trend. Last year there were two students in my school who were asked to pay the ransom. One was rumored to have been raped. The other one told his story to have been more like an immersion experience. (No technology for three months? No way, that's like rape just the same.) My family's not rich enough to pay any ransom, so the kidnappers should really know their victims well. Or at least not call before they do kidnap anybody because that's just dumb.
Right now I'm feeling a little bit odd. My crotch is. FUCK! The bottle of alcohol in my pocket just spilled. Demmet. So much for wanting to be clean and safe.
This was before I had lunch so I was too hungry to even ponder about it. Remember when our previous house got burned? It took me a day before I started crying about my room which was turned into a lump of charcoal. I was with Ash when my dad called. I told her my dad was looking for my nephew if I've seen him around the university. She was the one who reacted for me. I was smiling. I was smiling because I found it funny. Funny because we're actually the family members of the abducted. Just like in the movies. Just like in those news. I should get a slap from my sister. Instead, Ash did the honor. Then Ash told me to eat because she knew I neither had breakfast nor lunch. I ate fried chicken and rice with unlimited gravy in the school caf. I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed because the chicken was too big for my cup of rice. Then back to my nephew. I didn't really know how to react. I didn't like that kid. When we were growing up together considering his age is, oh wait, he's not anymore 17, he's 18. See that, I don't even know how old he is. When were were younger, we used to fight a lot. He'd call me gay often after he tears up the sketches I made and posted on the walls of my room. We never got a long since then. I did bully him more than once, but I played god when I was a kid. (So you can say, I'm a demi-god in status quo.)
Ash told me to call my sister instead. I think I owe her that. I love my sister, just not her son. Or at least one of her kids. After eating lunch, I still told Ash that I don't know how to react. I don't know what entirely happened that is. While on our way to find a phonebooth, I saw my sister-in-law in her new car. The last time I saw her (my sister-in-law) was when she told me that my sister (my nephew's mother) has a new car. As if it mattered to me, although that mattered to everybody else. That's how my family is. They like comparing stuffs, fortune and drama. When I reached my sister-in-law, she told me the whole story. The maid of my sister was there. Smiling. That gave a good sign.
My nephew wasn't kidnapped after all. He was almost kidnapped or at least a caller threatened my sister that they will kidnap my nephew. Ash tells me that I will be kidnapped instead because I look like my nephew. We were told to have a close resemblance. Now, that made me react.
Kidnapping in my dear city has become a trend. Last year there were two students in my school who were asked to pay the ransom. One was rumored to have been raped. The other one told his story to have been more like an immersion experience. (No technology for three months? No way, that's like rape just the same.) My family's not rich enough to pay any ransom, so the kidnappers should really know their victims well. Or at least not call before they do kidnap anybody because that's just dumb.
Right now I'm feeling a little bit odd. My crotch is. FUCK! The bottle of alcohol in my pocket just spilled. Demmet. So much for wanting to be clean and safe.