Haylee
~The same night~
I was scared for my life. I shouldn't have borrowed weed from him. Now he's gonna kill me for not having his money. I was tied up to a chair in his warehouse, staring at nothing in particular. I know Alexis is probably worried sick about me. She's probably been by the house, and noticed my car wasn't there. They took my car, and everything I had inside of my car which was my purse filled with my license, credit cards, and my phone. The workers were staring me down through the glass windows, eying me like a piece of meat.
Soon after, I heard the back door open. Footsteps sounded behind me, and I felt a hard slap come across my face. Im pretty sure my cheeks were a hot red. "Where my money at bitch?" C-note roared at me. "I-I don't have it." I stuttered.
"And where the hell is it?" he asked.
"Look C-note, I don't get paid until another two weeks and I promise I'll have your money please." he said.
"You know what... I don't want the money. I just want your little fine ass sister to give me another chance."
I looked at him with pure hatred and disgust. Knowing what kind of heartache and pain he caused my sister, I'd never hook them back up.
"To bad, she has a man." I said, smirking.
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it."That angered him. He slapped me again, causing spit to fly out of my mouth.
"You know what, you a real bitch."
I nodded, and decided not to talk. He was really pissing me off, and I was gonna get somebody to kill his ass whether he knew it or not.
"If you don't have my money by next week, I won't hesitate to bust a cap in yo ass, you dirty hoe."
I nodded. I watched him as he untied my hands. He yanked me up from the chair, and pushed me into a room. "Be back in 20 minutes." he said, before slamming the door and locking it shut.
I hated his ass with so much passion.
He literally fucked anything with legs, probably niggas to. I heard he was gay. I chuckled to myself, and stared at the grey wall.Twenty minutes later, I was awoken with cold water thrown on me. "Rise and shine bitch." C-note said. He grabbed me by both of my arms and led me towards the back door, which was connected to a garage. An all black escalade with tinted windows was parked. He opened the back door, and threw me in. Thankfully, he didn't tie my hands.
He started the car, and headed towards the highway. I had no idea where he was taking me.
We were driving for a good minute, probably about 20 minutes. I looked out the dark windows and realized we were leaving out of Patterson, and headed towards Little Falls. I slowly unlocked the back door, watching C-note to see if he was watching me. He wasn't. I pulled the handle and the door flew open from the wind."You B-" he started. I jumped out of the moving car, and rolled on the highway. I heard the tires screech. He began to reverse the escalade. I got up, and ran for my life. Sadly, there were no cars on the road. I ran into the woods for about 30 minutes straight. I'm happy I ran track, so I was used to this.
I was breathing in and out as I was running so that I wouldn't give out as fast. Seeing that the coast was clear, I stopped running and started to walk. I walked for what seemed like 10 miles. Through the dark woods, I spotted some light. It looked to be a gas station. I quickly ran out of the woods into the direction of it. I stopped for a breath, as soon as I reached the parking lot. My forehead was sweaty, and my hair was practically glued to my face. I prayed it was a phone here to use.I walked into the store, which was ran by foreigners. "Hey. May I use your phone please?"
"For what?" the guy asked. I had to come up with a lie.
"My car stopped a few miles from here, and my phone is dead." I said, praying he'd buy it. He rolled his eyes and got up to get the phone.
"Thank you."
I dialed my sister's number, and she didn't answer the first time. I scrunched up my eyebrows, and called ten more times. No answer. I sighed, and ran my hands across my face.
I didn't have anyone else to call, because my sister's number was the only number I knew by heart.
I handed the phone back to the guy and walked out of the store. I took in my surroundings, and realized I wasn't two miles from Patterson. I saw a taxi coming near, and flagged him down. "Where to?" he asked. "Can you take me to Brookside Apartments?" I asked. He nodded, and began going the direction to Brookside, towards Amber's apartment.
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