His Medicine

~42~

Chyna

It feels like I got hit by a bus. My life is so unfortunate I probably did get hit by a bus. I wouldn't be surprised. I gently rubbed my eyes before opening them. I opened my eyes to see a room I don't recognize. What the hell?

My memory is foggy and my head is banging. I looked down to see I was dressed in baggy shorts and an oversized shirt. Just as I sat up in the bed the bedroom door opened and in came Mr.FineAss.

"Glad to see you're finally awake my love," he said placing a sandwich, cup of water, and Tylenol on the nightstand beside me.

"Where am I ?" I questioned. It's so hard to be stern and focused when his eyes are piercing through you.

"You're in my home...where you will be staying," he said with a serious look on his face. I bursted out laughing. This dude is hilarious.

"You're hilarious man," I said through my laughs. He reached and grabbed my wrist harshly causing me to yelp and my laughing come to a halt.

"I'm serious. Now you belong to me, love... you will do as I say and follow my rules. Break these rules and you'll be sorry. However I hope it doesn't come to that I wouldn't want to hurt you I like you already," he said brushing the hair out of my face.

"Like hell, I'm staying!! My boyfriend and friends will come for me and they'll make you do more than pay. They'll put more bullets in you than you can count," I yelled.

" I'm not worried about them. I don't buss back because I shoot first" Did he just quote Lil Wayne or I'm trippin'? Maybe I do have a concussion.

That comment irritated me more. I tried to pull my arm out of his grip but instead of loosening his grip it only tighten. I gathered all the spit in my mouth and spit in his face.

The expression "looks can kill" really came into play at that moment. He yanked me off the bed and onto the floor. He immediately straddles me and held my hands tightly above my head.

"If I didn't have the respect I would have called you a bitch by now or maybe something worse. You're gonna learn and it looks like you gonna learn the hard way. You do not disobey me understand?" he spoke in an enraged voice.

I lay silent looking at him. He reached behind him and grabbed the lamp off the nightstand. He threw it and it cracked on the floor beside me it barely missed me.

"Do you understand?!!" He repeated. I gulped and stared at his eyes.

"Y-yes I understand," I stuttered. His phone began to ring breaking the silence. He got up and answered the phone.

"Hello, things went perfectly you should come over for a drink," he said into the phone. He walked to the door looking back and me then left slamming and locking the door behind him.

I'm a very strong person who isn't scared too easily. However, something about him put a dash of fear in my heart.

His rage is something I have quite never seen before. Something tells me I haven't even seen half of it. Something isn't right with this whole kidnapping thing.

The gang made me remember every face and name of every gang member in the surrounding areas and states.

I have a pretty good memory and he has prominent features that aren't forgettable but yet I've never seen him. King quizzed me on them but I guess he forgot about him.

I get up to go look out the window. The sky is filled with dark gray clouds indicating it's about to storm. I see a big grass field but nothing else then again I couldn't see much due to the iron bars on the window.

I wish I wouldn't let my attitude get the best of me. If I didn't have an attitude none of this would have never happened.

I would have enjoyed the day at the pool. Instead, I have a gash on my head and locked up god knows with a man I don't know.

Trying to piece this all together is like tryna fill a laundry basket with holes with water. It's fucking impossible!

I'll just eat my sandwich and pray. I hope the group finds me soon...

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So how are you guys liking the story so far? It seems like things are going downhill at the moment.

Who do think this boy is and where he came from? Any guesses?👀