Gang || #Wattys2016

Chapter 4

Cassidy's P.O.V

Once we stopped I shook Rylie awake. We are twins but I feel like I'm older then her. I think it's just the fact that she's really shy and anxious all the time. The man opened the door and gripped my arm, I whimpered trying not to scream. I had to take this because it would hurt me more seeing Rylie go through pain.

I hugged Rylie as he kept pulling on my arm, I could already tell he was going to leave a mark. We walked up the porch to a very old looking cabin. It had way better interior then exterior. The ivory carpets and pure white walls went well with the wooden dining room table and chairs. The couch and love seat were next to small end tables. There were vanilla candles on the tables, I love vanilla.

We were brought up the stairs and into a room. He pushed me and I almost fell bringing Rylie with me.

The man walked over and pulled Rylie away from me I tried to fight him off but he slapped me making my eyes water. My vision was blurry from tears but I saw him carrying Rylie out as she cried. The door shut and clicked, signaling it was locked.

"Bring her back you bastard!" I screamed. I listened for a response but heard nothing.

I got up crying and made my way over to the red bed. There were two of them and the beds were identical. I have no idea what we're doing here but I was going to get me and Rylie out of here as soon as possible.

*Skylar's P.O.V*

I woke up to the door being shut. I probably would have forgot where I was if it wasn't for the faceful of purple sheets in my mouth. I groaned looked towards the door seeing an unfamiliar man carrying a girl maybe a couple years younger than me. She was crying but wasn't struggling she looked almost as if she were going to have a panic attack

"Hey let her go!" I screamed at him. I quickly sat up but got dizzy, I left the blood rush back to my head.

He grunted and dropped her on the other bed. He turned to me and glared before he stomped out and slammed the door. I stood up and ran to the red-headed girl.

I sat next to her laying form and brushed her bangs back like my mom used to do to calm me down.

"Hi sweetie what's your name? My name is Skylar," I asked politely.

"R-Rylie," she hiccupped. She must be seventeen or eighteen years old. She seems so fragile and young though.

She must be the cook, I wanted to ask more questions but decide she should sleep for a little bit. She was already calmed down a great deal but not enough to fall asleep.

I grabbed the blankets from under her and covered her up, "Get some rest, I know a way out."

She nodded and we both fell asleep in around ten minutes.

*Maid's P.O.V*

Today isn't the best of days. First my car wouldn't work so I had to get to my grandmother's by cab. Then after visiting with her I went to the store to get milk to find out it went up a dollar, why is it so damn expensive! Then I went back to my apartment I share with four party girls to find it a mess!

Usually I wouldn't care because I find cleaning very calming but I have an essay to finish and I want to get a start on the new series I'm reading,The Mortal Instruments by, Cassandra Clair.

I started picking up all of their trash from their party and scrubbing the counters. I then cleaned the carpet off so I could vacuum. That didn't take long so when I started folding the blankets that were on the couch I found a drunk, half-dressed man I was beyond surprised.