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“Gag her.” He demands turning to the guy with the black eye. The guy reaches behind before pulling out a black cloth hidden in his back pocket.
I squirm. Thrashing and kicking with all my strength. A scream escapes my teeth and the guy with the lion tattoo smacks me hard across the cheek.
“Be quiet,” he growls, and I glare at him, fury in my eyes. He reaches for me before securing the gag behind my head and silencing me.
“I thought she wasn't supposed to be here.” One of them asks, the one with the hoodie I think. I feel lion tattoos hands on me and I resist the urge to throw up. His hands pat up my thighs before trailing along my sides.
“It's not here,” he says, ignoring Hoodie's question.
What's not here? I think bitterly.
Black eye scoffs,
“Why the hell would they send us if it wasn't here?” He asks. his voice seething with anger. Hoodie smacks him across the head,
“Be quiet, she can hear you.” He says before pointing down at me. My arms are still pinned above my head and I test my restraints, pushing against the annoyingly strong hands holding me. Lion tattoo growls down at me, smacking me clear across the temple and stars fill my head as pain radiates across my brain.
“Well, what are we going to do with her now?” The guy with the black eye says pointing a meaty finger towards me. Lion tattoos grip on my wrists tighten and I let out a cry of pain as he presses my head into the floor.
“She's not our problem.'' Lion tattoo growls, spitting on the ground and nearly missing my face,
“She's his.” He spits the word like it burns his tongue, “And I certainly will not be the one to clean up his mess.” My captor's hand lowers his hold on my wrist, sprawling his fingers along my waist before gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise,
“Even if she is a pretty little thing.” He finishes, a crooked smile cracking across his face and I rot on the inside. He laughs and the broken sound echoes through me.
“We could always keep her.” he smirks, “I can already think of a few uses she’d have.”
Before I can even register what I’m doing my feet kick out and slam into him. The man groans, my knee having struck him in the balls and I smile to myself before choking on the gag restraining my windpipe.
“That does it.” The man hisses, grabbing me roughly by the arms and hauling me over to the brown leather couch before slamming me down on the cushions. All the while I scratch and claw and bite. My nails break the skin on his face and he cries out. He slams my head against the back of the couch as he reaches for my wrists, tying them together with a plastic zip tie before reaching for my ankles to do the same. I kick him, striking him across the head with the heel of my foot before he grabs my ankles, tying my feet together.
And then I’m powerless. The gag digging into the skin around my mouth, making it impossible to catch my breath. The three of them are staring at me. Their eyes boring into me with a mixture of disgust and dry amusement.
“Let's leave a little message for the boss, shall we?” The words itch across my skin and for the first time since he grabbed me I let fear show on my face.
I clench my legs together and brace myself but it's still not enough to prepare me for the blow that lands across my right eye. The pain is blinding and for a moment I can't see anything. Can't hear anything over the blood rushing through my ears. The man steps aside and I watch as hoodie and black eye step forward, their eyes trailing over my skin like I’m a shiny new candy they want to shatter.
Hoodie grips my throat, pressing his fingers into my skin until I can't breathe, while black eye kicks out my legs causing me to lose my balance and slam onto my side. The impact knocks the wind out of me. All I see is black and I find myself building up my mental walls. Running behind them until they can’t hurt me anymore. Until I can’t feel anything. Can’t see anything but darkness. I let myself escape sinking further under the dark waves until I can’t see their faces and suddenly I’m somewhere else. Somewhere where there is no pain. Where they can’t hurt me anymore.
Distantly I’m aware of lion tattoos hands on me. Of him picking me up and shaking me up and down until my skull rattles in my head but I close my eyes. Squeeze them shut. He strikes me one final time in the stomach.
His fist plows through my ribs, and I pass out on my living room floor.
Chapter 10
Kaleb
It's official. I am one second away from throwing up, tearing the very hair from my forehead, and crashing my Ford 150 into the nearest manicured lawn. Anything to escape the hell that is this burning house. Across the table, my father looks at me like he can read the very thoughts that are burning in my head.
Good, let him know my trashy getaway plan. It's not like I gave a fuck anyways.
I smirk, the smile doing nothing to hide my devious intentions, and wait for the man who spawned me to look away first. It's not like he would do anything about it anyways. He made it clear he was done with me a long time ago. The guy probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash if I lit the designer marble table in front of us on fire whilst flashing the suits he invited over for dinner my bare ass cheeks. Safe to say my old man was a spineless prick.
And it sure as hell didn't hurt to remind him of the fact every once in a while. Didn't hurt me a bit if we're being honest. And since I am basically dragged here against my will every week for the sake of excruciating small talk and ridiculously tiny appetizers I’d say it's only fair to make the man sweat.
Out of the corner of my eye, my mother makes her way across the kitchen, a scrap of silk pretending to be an age-appropriate dress covering her body. A Grey Goose vodka bottle dangling dangerously from her left hand. I watch as my father's eyes trail her frail form before grabbing her ass and giving it a filthy squeeze. I roll my eyes and push the vomit back down my throat.
It's so fucking great to be home. I think as I swallow the remaining vodka in my glass before holding it out for a refill. These so-called “family nights” were really starting to get on my nerves and there is absolutely no way in hell that I am tolerating these two looney chickens parading around with “Hello my Name is: Parental Figures” name tag stickers sober.
