Tyla's POV
I wake up to feel the cold medal of the handcuffs around my wrist and an awful pain in my back. The pillow and mattress of the bed I am laying on soothes the pain slightly. I wiggle my wrist around, causing a small sound of medal crashing into each other, in weak attempts to get free. My mind is screaming for help, but my mouth won't open.
I look over to see the door cracked open and a small ray of light shines through to the room. Soon, the door is opened all the way and a tall figure walks into the room. I cant identify the face, but it's presence makes me feel uncomfortable. Its almost as if I know it. (A/N I use it to signify that Tyla doesn't know the gender of the person yet.)
"Boss said for me to explain to you what is going on."
It walks closer to me revealing it's face. A small whimper escapes my lips, causing my throat to burn. I feel a small surge of pain start to erupt in my stomach. Tears threaten to submerge from my eyes, but this time I don't try to push them back down. Kendrick comes closer to me with a smirk on his face.
"Good thing that idiot, Robert, didn't fuck up the plan like he always does," Kendrick says with a low chuckle.
"Kendrick?" My voice cracks and my throat feels as if somebody lit a fire inside.
"Yes, Tyla, it's the innocent, nerdy Kendrick. Boo-hoo. Cry me a fucking river. You really thought I was your friend. Hah. Got eem."
"B-But," was all I could manage to get out before a coughing fit took over.
"Just stop trying to talk. You're making me want to cough. Anyways, Boss told me that you're mine. Some shit like that. I don't understand."
As soon as that left his mouth, I felt anger rise inside of me.
I look over to see a bloody knife and a note that reads 'You're mine.'
"Hold up... Your boss is the asshole that killed my mother? There's no fucking way. Can you please tell him to bring that ass over here. Fuck you mean. Got me all the way bent. Why do you even want me. Like you guys are all worthless pieces of shit. Can you please write me a 5 page essay, with a thesis statement, why you need me. I need a good ass explanation. Fucking dickhe-"
Before I can even finish my rant, I am interrupted by a sting of pain on my cheek, causing new tears to cascade down my cheek. I bite my lip and look down.
"Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, Bossman wants to keep his identity anonymous. I dunno what else to tell you. I guess further instructions will be told by some other nigga. See ya' later hun," he says while walking back out of the door.
Anonymous my ass. He's just a pussy nigga cause he don't want these hand. That's why they cuffed me up to this rusty old bed. Damn. I really thought Kendrick would be my Atlanta nigga. I hear a front door open, then close.
"Yo, I'm home," I hear a familiar deep voice yell. Is that Brandon? Wait am I in Brandon's house? What the hell? Now these niggas are really stupid as fuck. I thought these would be some masterminds, but really? You're gonna put me in a house where I can just scream and someone would help me. The struggle.
"Brandon!" I scream. I hear footsteps coming upstairs. Brandon quickly enters the room and his eyes widen.
"Why the f..? Oh, I get it," he smirks at me.
"Get what?" I say trying to ignore the burn in my throat.
"You wanna give up your virginity to me in handcuffs, so you handcuffed yourself to the bed and waited for me to come home so I can fuck the livin' crap outta you. Right?"
"No dickhead. Your brother and his lil gang handcuffed me."
"Why the fuck are you up here Brandon?" I hear Kendrick say in the background. "Why would you do this? I thought we both agreed to not do this," Brandon says.
"Well, the money was too good. Who wouldn't turn down 800K. C'mon now. You know how much clothes I can buy with that money? A lot. Last time it was only 100K, but you still agreed to it. I tried to talk you out of it, but this time. This time is different."
"Last time..?" I question.
"Oh, you think your lil Brandy Boo is innocent too?" Kendrick says with a laugh.
"Kendrick, shut the fuck up," Brandon says, while glaring at him.
"Nah Kendrick. Open the fuck up. I can handle it."
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that Brandon shot your father about 8 times in the chest. Them hollow points had him salsa dancing," Kendrick says while laughing, as if it's funny.
I look over at Brandon to see him trying to avoid my eye. He glares at Kendrick and clenches his fist together. Next thing I know, Kendrick is pinned against the wall by Brandon. They seem to be wrestling each other. Ironic right? The two guys that killed my parents are fighting.
"Boys! Calm down," a voice says, "now for the fun." A rag is put over my face and blackness surround me at a quick pace.
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Bad ending.. I know 😭 Idek where I'm going with this. Hopefully it comes out on a plus side. But the italics is a flashback in this chapter 😊 And I blessed you with another picture of Tyla.
Bye loves 😘
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