"You ruined me Evangeline." Said my mother as she smoked her cancer stick, resting in the arm chair, bags under her eyes as she didn't even spare a glance at me.
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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦" Colby said, running a hand through h...
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"ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ"
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BEING TIED TO A CHAIR, HELD AT GUNPOINT, wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Tuesday night.
My headached so bad, as well as my shoulder, considering I did just get shot. I look around, my surroundings is what to be a basement, well I only assumed because the walls and floor were just concrete and there wasn't a window in sight.
My heart was beating out of my chest, yes I was scared shitless, but I kept a straight face. I hear the door open, keeping my eyes in front of me, staring at the floor as I saw four pairs of feet in my view.
"What's your name?" Someone who's voice I did not recognize, I kept my eyes trained on the ground, not opening my mouth to speak. I felt a hand forcefully grab my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He had blue eyes and dark hair, and I'd have to admit, he was very attractive, and seeing if I wasn't tied up, being held at gunpoint, but what seemed to be gang members, id personally be into this.
"I said, what is your name?" He stated again, his voice was stern and all I gave was a blank expression. He took in a deep breath before bending down to my level.
"Look, I'm not gonna ask again, you don't answer me," he paused holding up a gun and clicking the safety off. "I will not hesitate to blow your brains out. It'll be a shame to ruin that pretty face of yours, wouldn't it?"
I look at him, tilting my head a bit. "Evangeline" I rasped, looking at him, he looked back at his friends before turning back to me. "Are you apart of that gang?"
it all falls back on you —
I furrow my eyebrows genuinely confused as I looked at him, shaking my head. "The fuck are you talking about?" I asked. "Don't lie to me." He threatened, I gave him a glare. "I already said im not, what else do you want from me?" Is it because I pulled a switchblade out on the other guy?
He man stood back up, turning around. "Great, you guys not just kidnapped some random girl off the streets, but you also shot her."
"Colby, she pulled a knife on Jake what else did you want me to do?" Corey argued, the man who I now know is Colby pinched the bridge of his nose. "You all fucking suck, what are we supposed to do with her now? We can't let her go, she saw our faces."
My head perks up at this, "Kill her?" Corey said, the blonde guy had hit him in the chest, causing Corey to wince. "Fuck you Sam." He pushed Sam back, causing him the stumble lightly, giving the man a glare.
Colby looked down at me, cocking his head to the side, looking over back at Corey, then back down at me, putting the gun to the side of my head. I felt my heart drop, my breath hitched in my throat, and the only thing that was going through my mind was my brothers, especially Evan, they'd probably think I went on another bender rather than thinking I was dead.
It wasn't odd for me to run off for days, maybe even weeks on end unnoticed, it'll be weeks before my brother's found out I was actually dead, especially Matthew, God knows what the hell he's doing, probably got himself locked back up in jail, or better bet, the looney bin.
I don't know why, but I began to think of my parents. Shit if they even were ones. I didn't give one shit about them, as if they ever gave one for me. I couldn't help but think, would they care if I was gone? Their only daughter? These thoughts raced through my mind, I hear the gun click.
"Wait!" I gasp out loud after holding in a breath I wasn't aware I was holding in, my breathing was uneven as I look up at Colby, making glances towards the others. "Look, I won't- I won't tell anyone, don't kill me just- just let me go." I spoke. Colby brought his hand to my chin, forcing me to look directly at him, his eyes were cold, so was the scowl on his face.
"What makes you think I'd let you go sweetheart?" His grip tightened around my jaw. "Jake, it's your call since she was the one who pulled a blade on you." He said, Jake looked over at me. "Kill her or take her prisoner, don't make me choose for you."
I looked over at Jake with pleading eyes, and I saw a little bit of remorse in his, he sighed. "Don't kill her, let her live." Colby tightened his grip on my jaw one more time before pushing me away, I let out a pained gasp.
A little part of me wished he pulled the trigger, just to prove a point to my parents.
I guess all of this was distracting me from the fact I have a hole in my shoulder, and I was for sure bleeding out. I felt myself get dizzy, everything around me became fuzzy. And the last thing I remember is Sam's face in front of mine trying to shake me awake.
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I woke up in a cold sweat, my surroundings unfamiliar than where I was last. The walls were white, and I had an IV in my arm, I looked down to see my shirt ripped off, leaving the once hole in my shoulder, now stitched up, there was dried blood all the way down my side. I sit up a bit as I hear the door open.
"I see you're awake." Colby stated, studying me as he strided across the room. I looked over at him. "Where am I?" I asked, he started at me blankly.
"Evangeline... What's your last name?" He avoided the question completely, I narrowed my eyes at him. "You didn't answer my question." I simply stated. Colby walked over to the sink, dampening a cloth with water.
"Last name or I won't hesitate to kill you." He said, his back turned to me. I rolled my eyes. "Rosewood." I mumbled, he stopped for a second, as of something was going through his mind but he shook it off and came over to me.
He took a seat in the tool next to me, reaching over with the wet cloth, but I scoot back, he sighs before speaking. "Jesus fuck I'm trying to help you?" I relax.for a moment, letting him take the wet cloth across the dried up blood on my sides.
"You're lucky I didn't kill you." He stated.
I adverted my gaze towards him. "Wouldn't necessary say that." he stopped what he was doing, looking at me through his eye lashes, never less continuing to wipe the blood off of me.
"So what, I'm a prisoner now?" I said after a moment of silence as he wiped the dried blood off my chest. "Why not kill me if I'm just going to be stuck here?" I asked. He got up to out the cloth in the sink.
"Because Jake said so, and you may or may not be a threat." He said non chalantly. I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a look. "Look, I already said I'm not apart of that- that gang or whatever the hell? What you need proof of some sorts?"
He turned around to look at me. Tilting his head to the side. Leaning against the counter, making eye contact with me as he held the gun up in my direction.
