Laura Giovanna Scarlett Rossi/Black is a 17-year-old girl living a complicated life. Laura grew up being abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by her mother. This only got worse when her mother met Adam (stepfather).
Laura is not an innocent...
*mentions of SA in this chapter...it's not what you think, but fair warning*
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Sitting across from Jake's unconscious body, the room is tense. The people tied up on the floor are growing uncomfortable, but I couldn't care less.
Blood covers the walls. Questions roam in all our minds. My blood pumped full of adrenaline and rage, ready to unleash what I was created to be.
The Angel of Death
"Jay you wake him up" I tell my best friend. I know he was pissed hearing Jake call me 'baby.'
Jason grins sending me a wink. He walks in front of the villain of today's story as he is tied down to a chair from the kitchen. I'm facing him with my biological family scattered on my left side.
I'm started to question if I should do this in another room
A loud thud sounds the room from Jason punching Jake in the jaw, waking him. The brunette gasps for air beginning to pull on the restraints.
Basic ass bitch
Jake's eyes find mine and I can see the betrayal he feels. "LET ME GO!" He yells pathetically. He then proceeds to try and wiggle out of the restraints. Screaming and yelling like a toddler.
"Are you done yet?" I ask annoyed
Jake looks to his right, seeing my family but also his friends' bodies dead on the floor. He looks back to me with pure fear in his eyes. But it's not directed solely to myself. He's scared of something, or someone else.
"We both know you didn't orchestrate this yourself, so who signs your checks Jake?" I ask cutting to the chase
I am tired, hungry, and annoyed. I don't have the energy to deal with bullshit right now.
The 22 year old pales even further. I patiently wait for him to speak. We sit there for about a minute in complete silence.
"Alright...how about the fact that you tried to sell me to the person who signs your checks? What would your mom think of that?" I ask next looking for a nerve to hit
"LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!" He yells, leaning forward as if he could ever lay a finger on me again
WRONG
Rule #1 in the prisoner handbook is to never let your captor know your weaknesses
I pout, resting my forearms on my knees with my hands clasped together. "Oh, so you don't want to talk about Casey?"
"YOU BITCH!" He replies making me smirk
"Ya know she doesn't live too far away. Maybe 30 minutes right? Should we get her here so she can watch you die?" I counter in a psychotic voice
