Ch.58 Answers And Questions

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GIA'S POV.

When those guys threw me into this room and I took the bag off my head I saw AJ's 16 year old little sister Sasha.

But before I could even say anything one of the guys came into the room, grabbed her, and took her.

I have no idea why she was here.

That was last night.

I've been stuck in here for hours I don't even know how long.

I tried kicking and banging on the door but it's a metal covered gate so I know it isn't gonna open for shit.

It was freezing too.

After being soaked in the rain and being dumped in this cage with nothing but a muscle shirt, jeans, and UGGS which are still moist.

I couldn't even sleep it was so cold.

And it still is.

The room I'm in is small.

It's about the size of an elevator.

It looks like a giant cage cause it's all fence all around.

But on the outside is sheets of metal so I can't see through.

But I can hear.

I hear voices and mumbling but I'm can't make out what they're saying.

I tried yelling for them to let me go but obviously and of course that didn't work.

I'm sitting in the corner with my head leaned against the wall and I just finished crying.

The gate door opens quickly and someone else is thrown in here and the door immediately closes again.

"Oh my god" I say as the girl looks up.

It's Stacy.

"Oh my god Gia!?" She yells instantly crying as she quickly crawls over to me and hugs me.

I hug her back tighter.

"Oh my god what are you doing here??" She cries as we still hug.

I begin to cry too but I don't know of they're tears of joy or not.

Honestly I thought I'd never see Stacy again, or alive at least.

"Me?? What are you doing here you've been here the whole time??" I ask pulling away from her.

She nods.

I take a second to look at her.

She looks horrible and likes she's been miserable.

She's paler, she has a couple bruises on her legs and arms, and for some reason the only thing she has on is a strapless black right dress.

"We've been looking for you and I was looking for you and then some guys came to my job and- and took me and I know it was Ricky I saw on your phone he called you and left that voice mail and-" I say but she cuts me off.

"Gia it wasn't Ricky" she says.

I scrunch my eyebrows.

"What do you mean? I mean, he-".

"He left me that voice mail because the guy who's actually behind it was listening in on the call, Ricky had to say that" she begins explaining but I'm still a little confused.

"Ricky called me that night because he told me that in order for him to help me I need to help him, but that meant snitching on our gang and I couldn't do that, so then that meant me being kidnapped" she tells me.

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