Chapter Thirty Nine

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Karen

"Michael what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled once a man took off the tape from my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up girl, damn." He rolled his eyes.

"Shit, not until you untie me and let me go. I ain't gon stay quiet bitch." I said, looking straight at him.

He looked at the man next to him, and he looked at me. "Caleb." He said bluntly.

Before I knew it the man who's name is supposedly Caleb came and untied me, and without thinking I kicked him as hard as I could.

But before I could hit him again he pinned me to the ground, forcing my legs to the ground with his knees.

"What the hell!?" I struggled to be released from his grip but he was of course stronger than me.

"I told you to shut your mouth, and don't even try to escape. And what did you do? You completely ignored what I said," he annoyingly said.

I was still being restricted by Caleb. "And? What's the real reason you doin' this to us, man? You're a straight out force Michael this ain't the hunger games! Fuck you tieing us up gon' do? Tell me.'' I complained.

All of this was completely unnecessary.

''And why would i tell you that?''

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I heard Chresanto yell, and i instantly became worried. ''Where Is he? Where's Clyde? Where's Sierra Michael!'' I angrily asked. I didn't get a answer.

"Karen you talk like a damn mouse. All this damn nagging. Caleb, put her in the house" He ordered.

I looked at both of them strangely. A house? Here? Why are they acting like this?

Before I knew our, Caleb lifted me on his shoulder, and even then did I try to wiggle out his grip. Once or twice he almost let me fall but didn't.

"Would you stay still, ma? Unless you want me to kill you myself, I suggest you follow along, bitch." He muttured before pulling me around his shoulders.

"Uh, who you talkin' to like that? You got me all kinds of fucked up, bitch," I remarked. "Now I suggest you let me go unless you want me to kill you." I mimicked him.

"What'chu gon' do anyways?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Hm." I grabbed his neck and knocked him off his feet by leaning foward since I was on his back. I repeatedly punched and kicked at him, and surprisingly, he ain't even that strong.

"What the hell is you doin'!" He yelled, grabbing my arms forcefully and pinning me on the wet grass.

"Oh I don't know, maybe I just wanted to hit you for no reason." I sarcastically said before standing up.

"Watch'ya mouth."

I rolled my eyes before I felt myself get pushed into a little shady area. If this was the "house" he was talking about, which was poorly built with wood and leaves, it was horrible.

"What is that smell?" I scrunched up my face.

He ignored me and sat me on a chair, and before I knew it, everything went black.

...

I heard muffling and screaming going on. And struggling to open my eyes, I finally did to see Sierra being carried by Caleb and Michael.

"Stop! What did I do!?" She yelled frantically.

"What are y'all doing with her!" I budded in from afar. "Don't fucking touch her!"

Someone was coming up to me and removing me from the scene. Caleb. This boy again. I fought back because I wasn't gon' let them hurt her like that.

"Stop!" I yelled.

Her screams sounded weaker and weaker as Caleb tried to pull me away. And from my vision, Michael pulled out a gun and shot her in the head.

Instantly did I scream, and stared at him in shock.

"What in the living hell did you do that for! Michael getcho ass ova' here boy!" I yelled. Caleb wasn't holding me back anymore and that was a good thing.

"She annoying as fuck." Was all he said before jogging elsewhere.

Chresanto...

"Calm down, Chres. I'm sure we're just over thinking things." Clyde said.

"No, man. I'm pretty sure that was the sound of a gun." I spoke.

We were still here on the sticky grass all tied up. Travis was still watching us like Michael ordered him to. However I found a way to get out of these wires around me, but I won't escape just yet.

"Bruh how long we been here, a week?" He complained.

"Two days, Clyde."

"Is we gon' make it before help actually arrives?"

"I don't know. We gon' find a way though."

I looked up ahead to see Travis staring at something from afar. He glanced back at us for a while before grabbing something, which looked like a tray, and walked over to us.

"Y'all hungry?" He spoke for the first time. His voice was deep but calm.

Me and Clyde looked at each other for a split second. "Maybe."

He set the tray down and it was full of food. Where this come from?

"Nigga, where you get this food from?" Clyde asked.

"This was from your bag y'all had before Michael kidnapped y'all. I figured if he ain't let y'all have it, I can just give it to you without him noticing."

"What about Karen?"

"I'll do the same to her once Michael leaves her area."

"Wait, so she still okay?" I assured. He nodded.

He insisted in loosening our wires to make it easier for us to eat, so he did Clydes because mines was already loosened.

"The reason I'm helping y'all out is because Michael had lost his damn mind when he took y'all because he just wanted Karen. So he'll must likely kill both is you," he said quietly.

"So ima help y'all escape because I already know about the helicopter that's coming here since last week. "

We nodded, understanding him. "But he's already killed Sierra already because she was apparently annoying." He looked concerned.

Me and Clyde just shrugged it off because it wasn't a big deal with her.

"She was about to lose her leg anyways."

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The media up there was a pic of Caleb, Travis and Michael. I don't know why you can't see it so ima try to post it again in the next chapter.

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