THANDI
"Get out"
I quicky exit the car and look around me, We are outside a mansion with guards walking around with big guns, the tension surrounding us is suffocating and the dark clouds indicating that it's about to rain add on to this uneasy feeling. There's two more black Suv's parked next to where we stopped and before I can register everything that's happening I'm being roughly grabbed by the arm and pulled to the main door. The way he's gripping on to my arm will surely leave a bruise but I have bigger problems. I don't know where the hell I am and I don't know if I'll make it out of this fortress
I lose my step, trip and fall on the stairs while being dragged to the door and the man dragging me stares daggers at me as if it's my fault that I tripped. If it weren't for the fact that he's got a gun I'd be showering him with a couple of profanities for being a jerk
When I get up the door opens and another guy dressed in formal walks to us "Deon, what the fuck happened!" he asks the man who still has his hand wrapped tightly around my arm
"We got hit, the boss was shot"
The man looks behind us and when I look too, the coffee shop stranger is struggling to walk with two guys supporting him from both sides
It honestly would be quicker and simpler to carry him in but seeing how agressive they are, I bite my tongue and endure the stinging pain on my arm
The guys are instructed to take him upstairs to his room and that's where I'm taken too and the minute the door is opened, I'm shoved in roughly "Can't you be a bit gentle" I hiss not daring to look at the man's face and he ignores me
Once they place him on the bed, the four standing men in suits turn to look at me and a fifth one appears with two bags that he drops at my feet then he unzips them. One has medical equipment and the other has supplies, medication. Where do they get this stuff, what the hell is this place? I'm not too dumb to not see that these aren't law abiding citizens so chances are I'm fucked
"Fix him" The one who was dragging me instructs
"W-What?"
"I said fix him, now" He takes a step closer and the others stand there looking at me like I'm some kind of mad woman
"I-I..."
"Do you need some encouragement?" he points the gun at me again
"No" I rapidly shake my head then I reach for both bags and walk to the bed but just then I gather up a bit of courage because I'm sick of his treatment "You can't keep pointing that thing at me just to get me to cooperate, it's your boss that's on this bed and I'm of no use to him if I'm dead so maybe you should consider treating me like I'm human"
"What did you just say?" he asks slowly and the men around him are still staring at me
"I said, stop pointing that thing at me"
"Or what?" He points the gun right at my face, between my eyes "What are you going to do about it? What can you do about it? There are thousands of doctors I could grab right now, there's nothing special about you so stop being a little bitch and remove that bullet before I put one in your head"
Tears are covering my vision and my hands are shaky, too shaky for a person whose about to temper with a gunshot victim but I continue either way, it's not like I've got a choice
I hear footsteps approach from my back and knowing that all five men are still standing behind me makes me want to pass out. They could kill me right now and no one would ever know what happened to me, Melo would never know, oh Melo. The thought of my baby brother is enough to get the tears to escape my eyes again, I'm all he's got and now... Now I'm here in this hell
