This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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I woke up from the loudest beeping sound I've ever heard. It was so annoying.
I looked around the room I was in, a hospital room. That's when I saw three people sitting in the corner, sleeping. Brooklyn, that Jayce guy, and that big mad man. I must say, he's even attractive when he's asleep. His head thrown back against the chair, his eyes softly closed, his arms crossed against his chest. He stirred a little bit but stopped once he got comfortable all over again.
"What the fuck is we in the hospital for?" I yelled out, causing all of them to get frightened and jump up.
"What the fuck is you yelling for?" Jayce yelled back.
"Watch your fucking tone bitch man." I yelled again.
"You wa-"
"Both of y'all shut the fuck up. And you, watch who the fuck you're talking to unless you want to lose your fucking worthless little life." Mr. Man yelled.
"Okay whatever, what the fuck is your name because I only know his and you're about to be stuck with a nickname you wouldn't enjoy." I said getting smart with him.
"It's Lucas. But you...call me Mr. Flame. You don't have a place to call me by my first name." He said, spitting every fucking where.
"I don't want to say your weak ass name anyway." I said, shrugging my shoulders and leaning back against the bed as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"That mouth of yours could-"
He was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Brooklyn called out and a lady doctor walked in.
"Ahh, Ms. Baker. You're awake I see." She says with an amused smile.
"How does she know my last name? No one here knows besides-"
"Your face is one of a kind, Ms. Baker. Your dad, Lorenzo Baker, is quite known everywhere, everyone knows you're taking over in less than two, maybe one day now. My coworkers were all too afraid to see what was wrong with you. They were afraid you'd do them like your father would do anyone and harm them in any conceivable way once you've awakened. But I didn't care, I wanted a chance to meet the all-time famous Ms. Baker an-"
I wanted to throw up so badly. I forgot all about that. I must get home or else my dad will kill me. Literally.
"Oh shit, I forgot about that." I chuckled dryly, cutting her off before she could go any further. I fricken lied about my nationality, now Lucas-oh I'm sorry, Mr. Flame, knows the truth and I haven't even been sold off for a full 24 hours yet.
"So... you're not American?" He raised an eyebrow; I could see the anger in his eyes as he crossed his arms.
"Fuck. I am Amer-"
"Don't fucking lie." He yelled, getting closer to me.
"No, I'm not American..." I muttered, my head hanging low.
"And I'm guessing your little friend here isn't American either, huh?" He spoke. He was breathing way harder than before.
"N-no... she's not."He chuckled dryly. "Just wait until we get to where we're headed." He semi-yelled and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
"I'm sorry, did I say too much?" The doctor asked, looking between me, Jayce, and Brooklyn.
"Way too fucking much." I spat, leaning back. I was actually a little scared of what awaits me. Who knows what he's capable of doing? The all-time famous Lucas Flame.
"I am Doctor Charlotte; I will be your doctor today. I see you've had an injury against the side of your forehead, what happened?" she asked, grabbing a clipboard from off the small desk beside the bed with a pen.
"I was hit in the head with the barrel of a gun and was shoved in the car, causing the same side to bang against the window." I explained. I was calm about the situation. After all, this isn't the first time I've gotten harmed. I've lost a shit ton of blood once before; I should be dead right now.
"Do you know who hit you with the gun?" She sits on the little stool and rolls over to the computer.
I looked at Brooklyn, then at Jayce. His face was stern, he was quite attractive too, just not my type. He gave me a threatening look, one telling me that if I were to tell the doctor who was the cause of my injury, I would be in trouble.
"No, I do not know who was responsible for hitting me, sorry." I replied.
"Okay well we ran tests, you are fine. You were 83 percent away from brain damage. Tell me, is this your first time losing blood from your head?" she asked, turning towards me with her hands in her lap.
"No. But it's okay it happened a while ago." I said, trying to get up.
She nods and lets me know that I am free to go.
An hour later we leave, and Lucas is pissed. We pulled into this long driveway and the car came to a halt outside of a beautiful mansion. As big as my father's mansion, really.
Once Jayce and Lucas got unbuckled, they swung open the doors of the car and dragged us from out the back.
"Ow, you're hurting me!" Brooklyn yelled at Jayce, he was gripping her arm again and didn't seem to care.
"We agreed that you'd loosen your grip when you grab her!" I yelled at both Jayce and Lucas.
"Yeah, well I lied. Sounds familiar?" Lucas spits at me. "So as your punishment, you'd be in the basement until I say you can come up."
"The basement? Do I look like some type of bulldog to you?" My tone of voice raised, and he glared at me as we all made our way up the porch steps.
"You sure do act like one."
Once we got in the house, Jayce dragged Brooklyn up the steps and Lucas kept me standing at the front door to watch.
"NO!" Brooklyn yelled and struggled. She was trying to get loose from Jayce's grip, and was trying to run back to me but they wouldn't allow it.
Brooklyn and Jayce made it upstairs and not even 5 seconds later, there was a door slamming. No more footsteps were heard.
Out of nowhere Lucas grabs my arm and tightens his grip on me as he rushes over to a black wooden door. He opened the door and threw me down the steps that lead to the basement. My small slim body encountered the hard cold cement floor and sent a small shock through my body.
"Punishment starts now." That is all he said to me before he slammed the door and locked it.
He just enjoys slamming doors, huh?
Whatever, I won't be down here for long right? Maybe just 30 minutes minimum and one hour maximum. I guess I wouldn't mind...?
