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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La Vida Loca
RandomGia Enriquez faces the struggles of living in the hood. Alone. Her dad, nothing but a dead beat who used to beat her and her mom. She lives with her mom whom she constantly fights with cause of her moms alcoholic boyfriend. She lost connection with...