"Run! They're coming!" Chavez grabs my arm and I wish they would catch us, so I did not have to go through this anymore. Stealing from people who do not deserve it. "Keep up kid!" I try to keep up but just yesterday I got beaten the crap out of because I did not perform well for some desperate bitch. Being a sex slave is not what I want to be. At least with my last owner I just stole goods. Here I do whatever and whoever they want me to. It's sickening.
Chavez has kept to his word and tried to keep me away from it as much as he can. I am grateful for it. If I have to smuggle drugs or steal from some unfortunate soul, then so be it. I may hate my life, but I am more scared of death. Even if sometimes I want to welcome it.
"Whatever happens you know what to do." Nodding my head as we run alongside one another. This time I think we robbed from the wrong people.
"Who are those people?" I finally ask because I should know what the hell, I am getting myself into. I may be sixteen or seventeen years old. Hell! I don't even know how old I am. I have a right to know.
"We were tricked!" Tricked? What the fuck is he talking about? "It was just supposed to be some old lady with lots of cash and stuff we could sell at a high price." We reach the car and jump in as he speeds off.
"Who the hell are they?" Nerves get the best of me as I can actually see fear in Chavez eyes.
"Take this." Pulling an envelope out of his jacket. "Anything happens to me, you fucking hide. One day when you are free." That will never happen. "You will be free, find my family and tell them how sorry I am." Nothing is going to happen to you. It can't!
"Who are they?"
I hate that I got attached when I promised myself that I wouldn't.
"The mafia."
"Fuck!" We are dead. We are so fucking dead. "How do you know?" He could be wrong. He has to be.
Shots fire and he pushes my head down to my knees as I feel the car swerve in and out of traffic.
"I'm sorry kid. I have been trying to get you out." I'll never get out. "None of you deserve this shit." Neither do you. You made a mistake but have not hurt a single one of us if you could avoid it. When you did, you took care of us afterwards. "You remind me of my brother." Yeah, just different skin color.
"What's your real name?" If we are going to die, I deserve to know.
"Tate, most of us go by our last names. Stay down, Davis." Swerving he rounds another corner.
Will they stop shooting at us? They should be out of ammo by now. Where are the cops? You think with all this shooting they would be around.
"Why do you call me Davis?" I have always been curious but never asked.
"It suits you better than Carl. Fuck!" A bullet flies through the window. "You good?"
Shaking my head I am scared out of my mind. When I don't hear anything and feel the car slow down, I look up and I want to scream. Tate's head hangs down, his chin hitting his chest as his breathing is shallow. Blood pours out of him.
"Run, Davis. Run now." He whispers, but I hear him. I don't want to leave him because he has been the one person who has looked out for me the best he could. "Go, now!"
Tires screech and I look at Tate one last time. "I'm sorry." What more can I say? I'm a coward for leaving and not trying to help him more.
"Don't be. Go, please."
Hugging him quickly, I bolt out of the car. My legs may be tired, but I take off as fast as I can. The envelope in my hand burns like I shouldn't be touching it. Seeing that there is an address and postage on it I drop it at a maildrop box as fast as I can. Sirens can be heard as well as more shots fired.
Is this it, am I actually free? The moment it clicks I laugh but, in an instant, I scream as someone grabs hold of me. No! I was so damn close.
"Thought you could get away." How the hell did he get here? "You think we would not be keeping an eye on Chavez. He's gone soft."
"You set this up!" I kick and try to scream but his grip is strong, and I am not.
"Yeah, and now you are going to your new owner." Great getting sold off again. Story of my life. "You have become a problem, but someone sees potential in you. Has been scouting you out for weeks."
They actually do that. What is wrong with this world? Getting shoved into a van, being blindfolded. Tears eventually escape and I hate it because if anyone sees, then I might as well be beaten some more. I'm sorry Tate, I couldn't help you, hopefully that package gets to where it needs to go.
"Lights out!"
Huh! I should have known that I would not be conscious for this. I'm such an idiot!
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"Welcome to Las Vegas!" Where? Blinking my eyes open I groan in pain from the throbbing in my head. What the hell did they hit me with? "This is your new home, Carl." Yeah, for how long? "I am Tony Ramirez and you will be working for me kid."
Struggling I try to move away, but I'm pulled into an alley and slammed against the wall.
"Now listen you little shit." So much for pleasantries. "Behave or I will gut you like the filthy pig that you are." Fuck you! His laugh is one like those damn psychos I've heard play on the tv when those idiots would watch horror movies. "You got spunk, not an ounce of you ready to back down."
"What's the point?"
"He speaks! Well, I tell you what, do as I say, and no harm will come to you."
"Heard that before." A million times over.
"You will see. I am a man of my word. Now I will not have any problems with you. Will I? Or do I have to make an example out of that kid?" He points to a kid around my age and from the side he looks a lot like Rich.
"No, I will do as you say."
"That's what I thought. Just think, if you do good, you can move up in rank with us and Montes will surely be pleased." Releasing his hold on me, I take a deep breath. "Come, now I will show you to your new home."
Someone, anyone please save me. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
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My Prince Charming
General Fiction"I can't be with you." I won't let them take the one good thing in my life. "Yes, you can Davis." Just one touch from him and it feels like anything can happen. I can be anyone, but that's not reality. If I get too close to him they could hurt him...
