Still Adjusting (New Adjustments part 2)

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I felt the car starting to slow down. The road is now bumpy and uneven like we're on a dirt road. Half way into the ride, Kevin put something around my eyes so I couldn't see anything. I'm guessing someone else is driving. So that makes two guys so far. I don't recognize him but I think I can take him. Hopefully I can. Shit, I'm not going to deny I'm scared and I have no idea if I will make it through this but I know for damn sure I'm not going out without a fight! He has nothing thing coming if he thinks this is going to be a free ride. 

"Get you ass out the car bitch. We have a long night a head of us and there's no time to waste."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the van and then remove what was covering my eyes. Because I've been sitting so long, my legs are unsteady so it's hard to stand up straight. 

"Dumb bitch, get up." He yelled as he pulled on my arm. 

"Shit, chill. I've been sitting in the back of that van for a minute! Give my damn legs time to warm up."

He pulled me at eye level and look dead to my soul. Then he slowly smiled. I'm not liking this dude not one bit. Everything about him is screaming I'm not going to survive. God please, help me. 

"Let's get something straight here. I'm the boss. You do what the fuck I say. You say what the fuck I tell you to say. You answer when spoken to or when I give you permission to. Got it?"

This nigga think I'm just going to roll over? Nah baby, not today. "Listen you limp dick nigga, I'm not going to lay down and take this shit from you. You are nothing but trash and I will find a way out of this and when I do-" I leaned close to him and whispered into his ear. "I will kill you."

He looked nervous for a second but then the look was gone. He smiled again. "I'll teach you some manners. Let's get you inside and out of this weather."

He pulled me inside this run down one-story house. There was a mattress on the floor in the center of the room. The light was dimly lit and the floor boards creaked with the littlest amount of weight applied on to them. There was a couch in front of the main window and trash all over the floor. There is an entryway that leads into the kitchen and the light was on. The other guy who was driving the van walked into the house with a large bag. He let it drop to the ground with a loud bang. 

"Nigga what the hell?" Kevin asked him. 

The other guy shrugged his shoulders and busied himself setting a fucking camera up?

"What the hell is the camera for?" I asked. I'm a little horrified. Maybe not just a little. 

Kevin looked at me and smiled again. "Oh its just to send your little boyfriend when I'm done. Better yet, I'll send it to that short nigga, your crackhead twin, and that bitch ass Issa. Ima send it to him first."

"Why can't you get over it? Isn't this getting a little too old for you?"

"Excuse me?" He looks confused.

"You've been holding onto this for how long? Isn't it doing more harm then good? You have your whole life ahead of you. You can do anything in the world, why would you choose this?"

He dropped my arm and was silent for a few seconds clearly thinking it over. "Ummm, you know that's a good question. But too fucking bad you not getting no answer. Sit yo ass the fuck down." he yelled as he threw me down on the ground. 

I need to come up with a plan quick, otherwise...I'm fucked. He took my phone so I can't call for help. While Kevin's back was toward me, I clicked the button on my watch and make sure it had not died. If they've noticed I'm not there, they should be able to track my location, or Trey and Alex should. I know Alex knows something is up. I know he feels it, I just hope they won't be too late. 

"Okay, let's get this show started. Carl, set up the camera and make sure you get a good view of the bed." I looked at me and smirked. "I don't want them to miss a thing."

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK 

*ALEX'S POV*

"I have a gut feeling Kevin's bitch ass is behind this shit! Man I swear if that nigga hurts my sister, I'm killing his ass!" Man I'm hot as fuck! I have to get to her, I need to get to her. I can't lose her man, I won't!

"Yea, shit don't seem right. She would've told us if she was leaving and definitely wouldn't leave her phone. There was speculation that he was in town but you can't trust no feen's word. But SHIT!" Que banged his fist on the steering wheel. "I should've checked in on it. I should've known he'd still be after D!"

"Nah, don't blame yourself. It ain't nobody's fault but his. Don't put none of his shit on you bruh!" I told him. 

He nodded but didn't say a word. Trey was silent the whole time looking out the window in the back.

"You good back there bruh?"

Still not a word. 

I guess he's trying to process this in his own way. I get it. God please keep her safe. Please don't let us be too late.