Don't Tell; It's Our Secret

Chapter 7

Tommy
A few days ago

"You," Alexander pointed at me, "come."

I glanced at Frances and she urged me onward with the flick of her small hand.

I stood on shaking legs and walked up to Alexander. He towered over me and I couldn't help but swallow hard as he took my arm and pulled me up the stairs. I couldn't help but struggle to keep up with him. His long legs made him walked twice as fast and I will admit that he skipped steps sometimes, leaving me behind even though he gripped onto me.

I wanted to cry out for him to stop and leave me alone...but I was too frozen in fear to say much of anything, even if I kept stumbling on the damn stairs.

Alexander stopped suddenly about halfway up the stairs. He looked at me, perhaps two stairs behind him. He lifted me up with ease and put me on his back.  I couldn't help but take in a sharp breath as he locked his hands beneath my butt and carried me up the rest of the stairs.

He opened a door and let me drop onto the floor. He took a hold of my arm again and pulled me toward a side room.

"Wu!" He called as he popped his head in the door, "I bought him back from Frances."

"Bring him in!" I heard the thick accent that I recognized at once.

I felt myself begin to shake harder than before. I tried to plant my feet firmly on the ground as Alexander opened the door wider and began to pull me inside.
I tried my best to stay firm and not move, but it was futile. Alexander easily pulled me inside the room and closed the door behind us.

Wu was sitting there, his hand on his head, and four cigarettes sitting in an ash tray. He had been waiting.

"So, Tomas, right?" He lite another cigarette in his mouth.

I stared wide eyed at him, and only managed to shake my head.

"How old are you?" He dragged the cigarette.

"S-S-Seventeen..." I could barely speak.

"When are you 18?"

"Not for a while..." I lied.

Wu laughed a little before he reached down and pulled out something.

My eyes widened.

It was my ID.

"You turn 18 soon." He smirked at me.

The smirk he gave me was chilling...it seemed more fitting for a serial killer about to murder .

"W-Why a-am I h-here?" I stuttered.

"Because...you saw something you shouldn't have..." Wu began, standing suddenly, causing me to step back inadvertently.

I couldn't help but gulp and stare upward. He was cool 6'2...at least.

Tall for an Asian man.

He was big, and his outfit showed his wealth, power, and toughness.

I wanted to burst into tears, but Frances's words rang in my head..."he's dangerous" she said..

I knew I could not show him my fear or my weakness, for if I did, who knew what he would've done to me right then and there.

"W-what do-do you-you wa-want?" I felt my throat close up in fear.

He looked down at me and smirked before taking a drag of his cigarette. "I won't tell you that yet...but I will tell you this...you're gonna stay here, in this house." He took a step closer, and I took another step back. "You'll work down in the kitchen, with that Ài guǎn xiánshì de biǎo zi (nosy bitch) and you'll have a room up here." He blew smoke in my face.

I coughed at once and backed up some more.

I thought Alexander was behind me...until I hit the door.

My heart sank at the reverberation of Frances's words, "Whatever you do, Tomas, don't try to be alone with Wu..."

"I-I a-a-I-s-sh-should-.." I started to search for the door handle, but Wu tossed his cigarette away and grabbed onto my arms.

He pulled me away from the door and turned us to were his back was facing the door. He threw me down onto the hardwood and I groaned in pain as my body collided with it.

Wu was on top of me in seconds. His hands roamed my clothed body and I tried to wiggle him away, but it was useless. He was bigger and stronger than me. One of his hands shot up my shirt and the feeling of his cold fingers and the cold metal of his rings caused me to cry out like never before.

The door opened suddenly and Wu stopped. He glanced back, out of the corner of his eye. His hand still touching my waist.

"Shénme? Nǐ xiǎng yào shénme? (What? What do you want?)" his words cut like a knife.

"Yǒu máfanle. (There's trouble.)" an unfamiliar voice called out.

"Qù nǐ de! (Fuck you!)" he pulled himself off of me, but not before I felt the scratch of his nails on my waist.

I cried out as I rolled over and he stalked toward the door.

"Get him to a room." He ordered, and then he said something else, but too quiet for me to hear.

I closed my eyes as a hot tear streamed down my face.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and opened my wet eyes to see Alexander kneeling over me.

"Come on," he urged, rousing me.

I pulled myself up, sniffling, and started to follow him out of the room. I was obviously too slow for him, because he turned around and picked me up again on his back. I laid there and let him carry me up another flight of stairs.

He carried me to another door and pushed it open with his foot.

He quickly went inside and dropped me on an old bed. The springs creaked from age, but I didn't care. I laid down on the bed, immediately feeling broken springs and prongs pressing through the old mattress.

Alexander left then, closing the door right behind him...and I heard a lock click.

Sleep overcame me...and I couldn't help but feel lost in it.