TRIPLE THREAT: THE INEVITABLE

14. DEADLY SET UP

REYNA

When I wake up, I don't see Skye in the room. Her bed is fixed nicely and her bags are not beside the bed. Her clothes are no longer in the closet. The various hair products she had arranged in the bathroom are missing.

Now I'm starting to worry. Where is she? Did she leave? Has something happened to her? Did she finally escape? Without me? How could she?

I frantically look around the room for any signs of Skye left and I come up with nothing. I hesitate on leaving the room. I'm pretty sure all the guys are out there because I hear their loud voices booming through the walls.

I step into the shower. I use a bottle of shampoo that Skye bothered to leave behind for me and wash my hair. I let my hair air dry while I change into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I slip my feet in a pair of black sandals and pray a silent prayer before leaving the room.

As soon as I step into the hallway, the strong smell of marijuana hits my nose and invades my lungs causing me to cough. Sure wish I could get a blunt right now but I might need something stronger to ease my nerves and to relieve some stress and the tension that is built up.

"Yo, shorty! Lemme get a taste of that ass!" One of them yell as soon as they see me. The others fall in a flurry of loud obnoxious laughter.

"When you gon' let me hit that?" another yells. Not even in your dreams, hell no!

I roll my eyes. "Where's Skye?"

"Who?" Another one questions.

"Diamond. Where is she? Can you hear me now?" I say with a whole lot of attitude. I can't and won't let these dude run all over me.

"Yo, who you think you talking to?" I ignore him and make my way to the kitchen. I barely eat much of anything now a days. My appetite is giving out on me but I know I need to eat at least something. I find a box of Frosted Flakes cereal and take a bowl from the dishwasher. I open the fridge and retrieve the gallon of milk. I smell it before pouring it into the bowl.

"You had a lot of nerve talking to me like that." The same dude sneaks up behind me and I tense up. I just want to be left alone. I turn around and stare up at his tall frame. He has dark smooth skin and stood about six foot three with a head full of fresh waves. Including the silver fronts on his teeth. If I didn't know how much of a dog he is, I would have attracted to him.

"You got a name?" I ask him.

"June." He answers.

"Well, it looks like I had the nerve to talk to June like that, sir." I turn back around to continue to pour the milk but he grabs me by my arms and turns me around.

"I'm not gonna keep tellin' you this, hoe-"

"I'm surely not a hoe. Now please I'll love to pour the milk in peace, June. It's the least you could do. I'm already locked up in this hell hole."

He gives me a once over and mugs me. "The camera loved you yesterday." June bringing up the porn tape I had to participate in rises up my anger.

"You low dirty dog! You have absolutely nothing going on for yourself. Kidnapping girls and forcing them to participate in sex trafficking just so you can get a little cheap cash is a shame. Your ass probably gonna end up in jail anyway. What? You been selling those bootleg drugs since you were fifteen? Just like the typical statistic. Why don't-"

June raises his hand and backhands me across the left side of my face. The slap sends me to my feet. On the kitchen floor, I hold my face as it stings. I can't believe he just did that. I look at him in disbelief and muster enough strength to get up and walk out of the kitchen.