Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.

Winston Churchill

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This is beyond stupid and horrible. Oh gosh what have I gotten myself into? I am already a hostage and then I invite more trouble upon myself. Great. Just great.

The five men and the almost fifteen children have their eyes on the terrorist while he has his cold blue on mine. I can't even divert my gaze from his intimidate and intense glare while my heart goes wild inside my chest. I am so dead. The irony.

Can't his cold eyes just stop throwing daggers at me? With a frown I shiver at the ice cold glares I receive from him. Finally being able to shake of his glare from my system and diverting my gaze from his I inhale sharply. The surrounding I am in the middle of just hits me.

I am standing in a very elegant all white and glass furnished lounge room, the same room I was with Adam in the morning having a good time. The difference is that there're a dozen children now sitting on the floor and the biggest change is that there're terrifying company of the terrorist, all in the opposite gender. I am the only female in the room, great.

This is just the situation I want to be in, note the sarcasm. Thankfully all eyes in the room is still on the terrorist while I can still feel his piercing gaze prick my skin. Awesome, even the air seem thicker now. With a sigh I slowly let my alarmed gaze travel to meet the terrorist cold one and I actually pull the corner of my blue shirt so it stops sticking to my body.

The stupid man I just shouted at breaks the silence in the room. "I thought you killed her?" He asks at the same time stating and plays manically with his gray beard as the lunatic he is.

Duh, don't he see me fully alive? Moron. I stand there anticipating the terrorist answer.

His dark eyes doesn't for even once leave mine. "Not yet." He says loud enough to break a stone.

His words kick me in the stomach and I flinch. His jaw tightens while my eyes widens in disbelief. My stomach forms hard knots. What? He told me just in the morning that he won't hurt me. Oh wait, right. The clause, if I do as he say. I furrow my eyebrow. I should just have listened and stayed in my room. At the same time, this is all so wrong. I want to stand up against them.

The thing is even though the terrorist is indirectly telling them and me that he will kill me sooner or later, I can't seem to take his words seriously.

Don't get me wrong, he is still beyond intimidating but I have this feeling that if he would have planned to kill me I would have been dead by now. On second thoughts that might just be my survival instinct feeding me with what I want to feel. Oh just shut up mind.

He walks over to me with fierce steps which makes me automatically take a step back in terror. Grabbing my wrist he starts to drag me behind him. I just follow him as a lost puppet. Not having the slightest idea of what I should be doing or how I should be reacting.

"Why?" The man asks now with no emotion in his voice and makes the terrorist halt.

The word echoes. The terrorist doesn't turn around and I just keep my eyes on his tense profile. "She might be useful to us." He says equally emotionless.

Another of the men speaks up behind us. "Shawn, the girl had the audacity to speak against our Imam." He scolds while informing the terrorist.

Wait a second. I can't help but frown a bit. Shawn. Who's Shawn? The terrorist turns around and looks at them all with a small amount surprise evident in his eyes.

Right, Shawn. The terrorist is Shawn. Shawn is the terrorist. The terrorist have a name. Why didn't I think about it earlier? It feels really weird to call him anything else beside terrorist, anyway never mind.

As my wrist is still in his hand I don't have a choice than to turn with him. The terrorist, Shawn takes a few steps so he stands right in front of me. His hands doesn't leave my wrist while he keeps me behind him.

To be honest it feels somewhat better this way then standing in the middle of the room surrounded with the opposite gender, and trust me when I say that they're far away to look like sweet teddybear gentlemen. They're looking more like grizzly, ready to kill and horrifying.

Another man with a different voice, really deep one starts to speak. "She even claimed that she knows more about Islam than he do." The man in his thirties with glasses and brown hair puts forward.

I roll my eyes, what is this? Oh, lets complain to the principal about how bad Sana have been towards the teacher? This is getting ridiculous and I am freaking myself out with my stupid thoughts. What's wrong with me?

The grip on my wrist tightens and I scowl. "I know more than he do. Actually more than all of you do." I murmur under my breath for myself without knowing where the sudden confidence came from.

What the so call Imam next utter makes my head spin and my blood freeze. "I don't want her alive." The grip on my wrist loosens and I can hear Shawn breathe heavily.

A deadly silence falls upon the room. The men just stare at Shawn waiting for a reaction. I keep my gaze fixed at his back. He have a black shirt on and I feel my world fall apart into the same darkness. I can't believe I am so calm right now. My heart is beating normally and I just wait for Shawn to announce my death penalty. The ticking clock is the only thing that can be heard while the seconds go by and I realize how much I miss my family.

Finally Shawn makes a move. He runs his free hand through his black hair and rolls his shoulders as if they're rigid.

Shawn clear his throat. "I'll teach her a lesson." He claims sternly and to be honest right now he doesn't seem to be as confident as he is trying to imply.

The men seems offended and have different expressions across their face. The common expressions shown is anger and disbelief.

The Imam looks at Shawn with rage. "A lesson won't be enough." He spits out and on cue Shawns grip on my wrist tightens.

"Please don't kill her. She is nice." All of us snaps our head towards the little blue eyed boy sitting right in the middle of the other kids on the floor.

My breathing falter and I feel awful. No, no, no, Adam. He looks so vulnerable. I can't be the reason for the poor baby to fall into danger. He shouldn't have said anything. I actually dread for what these illiterate morons might do to him. No, I won't let anything happen to him.

The man with green eyes behind a pair of thick glasses and a blue shirt glares at Shawn which actually make me hide behind him even more. The glare sends chills down my spine.

He points a finger towards Adam. "Look what she is doing! She is making the child go soft." The man shakes in rage while claiming.

Another silence spreads through the bright white lounge room. I see Adams head hang in shame. I close my eyes as I realize that the Imam doesn't take of his rage filled eyes from Adam and I can feel tears prick my eyelids. Allah please keep Adam away from any harm, I pray in my mind.

The Imams loud voice make me open my eyes. "You like her more than you like me? Is she nicer than me? Is she greater than me that you can watch my insult?" I feel my heart break for the child and just swallow hard to get rid of the forming lumps in my throat.

It is an insult to even call that man a Imam. He is terrorizing a small child! Adam slowly turns his gaze towards me blinking his tears away and I can feel the terrorists body freeze realizing where Adams eyes are resting.

Shawns grip on my wrist tightens if it is even possible and I gulp down the pain. I lock my eyes with Adam and signal him to not say a word against the Imam by shaking my head. The small boy shakes his head in sync with mine and I give him a halfhearted smile. Fear screaming all over his face he drops his head. The grip on my wrist softens and I hear Shawn letting go of a breath he had clearly held back.

The Imam looks at Adam with his dead brown eyes for a brief second and takes a few steps towards him making his white gown sway behind him. "Good." He says now softly and ruffles Adams hair.

I look away disgusted and glare at a crystal flower vase to my right instead of the stupid man while I harshly grip the corner of my blue shirt in my free hand.

I hear someone clear his throat. "Why are you protecting her?" A calm voice questions.

It is not anyone of the previously spoken men. The man is tall and seem to be a good observer. He have been following the event without uttering a word. Wearing a leather jacket he looks like a typical bad boy with sharp features and green eyes.

The man with glasses starts to speak again. "Exactly, why are you." Shawn interrupts him with a shout.

"Enough!" He screams and everyone flinch back startled. "Enough. I am not protecting her. You guys are here to teach the children, do that but don't you dare to interfere in my businesses." I can actually sense Shawns eyes turn a shade darker. "She is a part of a plan which only me and the boys in this particular mission knows about. When I am done, she is all yours or dead. Doesn't matter to me." Shawn snaps and my eyes turn moist by his words. This is getting out of hands, I need to free myself soon. I need to go home!

Shawn quickly turn around and drag me upstairs with him while my heart can't find peace. When entering the room, that I am staying in, he throws me on the bed with a jerk. I gasp while I sit there totally stunned with my hands supporting me by my sides. My head is dropped and I feel numb while breathing heavily. He starts to walk back and forth across the room.

He clenches and unclenches his fists. "I told you to not come out of your room in any circumstances. Was that not clear enough?" He fumes.