Rescued by a Gang Member

Chapter 4:

I woke up alone in bed, my whole body aching in pain and tears formed in my eyes. It hurt to move as I got up and looked around, no one was in the room. I walked into the bathroom, did my business then took a hot shower, finally trying to get the blood off of me, especially the blood that had dried between my legs.

Randy was ruthless and barely let me sleep. He left me hurting and in tears before he left the room and I didn't see him again. Something inside me told me I needed to leave, but the other half told me to stay where I was safe.

I scrubbed my body raw and when I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and looked in the mirror. Above my right eye was a stitched shut gash that was nearly two inches long and there was a dark bruise, and as my gaze followed there were many more bruises and gashes. How could he even stand to look at my body?

I walked into the room and went into the closet. I found the clothes I needed. Black panties and bra with Black tight jeans, with a black tank top and a black zip up hoodie under a leather jacket. Then I pulled on black high heeled ankle boots. I ran a brush through my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked different. As I left the bedroom I sighed. Now or never.

"Randy?" I yelled and got no response. So I went to the elevator and hit the button. It opened not two minutes later and I hit the ground floor button and waited as it took its time. When it hit the floor and opened I nearly ran for the main doors, escaping from where I was.

There were no cars and I knew where I was instantly. My mom usually wandered around this area. I listened intently as my heels clicked on the pavement as I walked to my neighborhood, maybe 3 miles away and got to my house. Walking through the grass in high heels was easy, and I found the spare key I hid and unlocked the back door.

"Ma?!" I yelled and heard running feet.

"Kylie! Are you okay dear? What happened?" She asked as she came in, strung out as usual but she still cared.

"I'm fine, ma. Just a little beaten up. Some... friends, helped me after I was jumped at work. I'm alright now." I said and smiled at her. It was crazy looking at her, it was like looking into a mirror in the future. I was just younger and had bigger breasts.

"Good dear, you know I worry." She said and kissed my temple then went back to her room.

"I'm going back out for a bit. I have some things to take care of." I said to her bedroom door and heard her usual response of be safe. I grabbed my purse off my bed and checked to make sure I had enough money. My phone needed to be replaced.

I grabbed my car keys out of my purse and walked into the garage where my black 1967 Camaro sat in mint condition. It was my baby and I climbed into the driver seat and hit the button for the garage door and roared out.

I hit the freeway and made my way to the mall to replace my phone and change my look. Randy could not find me anymore.

After hours at the mall I finally looked completely different. I still had pure black clothes but now my hair was platinum blonde with purple tips and I had in violet contacts. My appearance did a complete 180. Then I got a new phone, an iPhone 6 and got all my contacts and everything else back. I was happy.

Next was moving out of this god forsaken state. So I ran out to my car and listened to it as I turned the key and it roared to life, then raced out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. The sooner I was out of this city, the longer it would take randy to find me.

Randy's POV:

I was ready to strangle whoever let Kylie leave the apartment. James was supposed to be standing guard, but instead he was in his room whoring around with some stripper.

"Where the fuck could she have gone?!" I yelled at no one in particular and watched my men flinch. They knew I was mad, and when I was mad, someone usually does.

"We don't know sir. We have looked every where and we can't seem to find a Kylie matching her description." James said and hung his head, intentionally avoiding my gaze. "Why is she so important sir?"

"I didn't use protection with her. She may be pregnant. And if she's pregnant, then she's basically signed her death certificate. Everyone will want her now. And she is mine!" I yelled and sat down on my chair, closing my eyes then looking straight at James. "Find her."