They left me alone for a few days but the beatings got worse. Over 2 weeks it was constant beatings over and over. One guy dislocated my left shoulder and left me screaming out in pain. I lay on my belly, breathing heavily as I try to deal with the pain. I got a little strength and I rolled over onto my right side and fall asleep on the sh*t a** bed they gave me. Well, guess it's better than nothing they did give me a pillow and a sheet.
I was rudely awoken from my sleep by shouting outside the door. I look in the direction of the door but try to go back to sleep. But that door swings open and the light turns on. I groan shoving my face into the pillow not wanting to deal with this sh*t. The person placed a hand right onto my shoulder making me scream in pain as they shook me. I shove my face in the pillow harder screaming and crying as I hold my shoulder.
"THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" A new voice shouted.
"What, she's Judas Ames's daughter. We did what we should have, taught her a lesson in not coming to our neck of the woods." Someone said, clearly scared.
"And you didn't bother contacting me about this. I never gave orders to do shit," He shouts again.
"We did, you hung up on us so we thought you didn't care what we did to her." The fear in their voice rises.
"Hey look at me, miss," His voice went soft as I felt his hand on my hip. I don't move from my position as I didn't want to look at the man that runs this shit hole. "I said look at me," He said a bit more sternly.
I slowly look at him with my good eye only so I can try and focus better. His face is so damn blurry I can hardly make out any facial features.
"Tell me what's hurting," He moved my hair out of my face.
I slowly motioned with my right hand for a drink as my throat and mouth were so dry. He ordered one of the others to get a bottle of water. Someone rushed out of the room and came back quickly.
"Lift your head up," I struggle to lift my head up and just drop it back on the pillow. "Let me help you."
He moves his hand under my head helping me lift my head up. He holds the water bottle to my lips and I drink down as much as I can. He kept my head in his hand as I felt his thumb graze over my eye scar. I guess my makeup was messed up from the beatings.
"T-thanks," I pause trying to breathe. "E-everything hurts, b-but my shoulder i-is the worst. I t-think it's dis-dislocated."
"Who did that?" He asked sternly.
"Um," I try to remember. "Long blonde hair, miss-matched eyes and I think a shark tattoo on their neck." I get out struggling to stay awake.
"Get a doctor here now and all you out in the hall. I have a few choice words with you all." He shouted at everyone in the room before setting my head down. "Rest I'll get the doctor here as soon as I can." He said before leaving the room and closing the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL? NEXT TIME WAIT FOR MY ORDERS TO DO SOMETHING UNDERSTAND?" The boss shouts at his men.
"Yes sir," They all speak at once.
"If you were one of the people that put a single injury on her, you are not to step into that room without me being present, UNDERSTAND?" The boss shouts again.
"Yes sir." They say again and I hear several people run away.
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The Mob Boss and His Prisoner
Fantasy[On going] Follow the life of Skylar and her journey to find where she belongs in this crazy world she calls life. Running away from home and getting bullied and harassed are just a few things she has to deal with in her life. But life seems to take...
