Breathe

Too Late

I woke up to a killer headache and a sharp pain in my right side of my face. I am tied down to a chair. Hmm.... I've been through this before. It sucks that once you go through something and you escape it, it keeps happening all over again.

I look over to my right to see Lance tied down to another chair all bloody and beat up. It honestly upset me to see him like that. If only I followed what he said then we wouldn't be here.

"Lance wake up." I say worried.

"Mmmmmmm." He groans.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I question him.

"Yeah, but I can't remember." He chokes out.

"Your hurt pretty badly." I say.

"Take a look at yourself." He chuckles a little.

I just sat in silence after that. I didn't know what to say. I guess we both look rough. I can't help but feel that this is my fault.

As I try to get out of these ropes I heard yelling, a scream, and a gunshot. Everything was silence after that. I wondered what happened.

"No you don't." I heard a strange deep voice that I've never heard before.

I was talking out loud again. Crap!

"Why? Who are you? What do you want from us? Why are we down here?" I questioned the man trying to find where he was.

"Don't worry about that. I'm just doing Tiger a favor." The man said.

I looked to my right and saw a man leaning over a sleeping Lance. He had a white shirt on and blue jeans. He also had a lot of tattoos on his arms. He had slick black hair and he had a mustache. He looked intimidating but not that scary.

He looked over at me and smirked. He walked over to me and was staring at me.

"Candy was a good woman but not for Tiger. I just wish I got there in time to see what she did wrong. Boy did he do a number on her.............. That gunshot you heard, was Tiger. He shot Candy. She didn't like us. Hell, she never did. They got into a fight and then BAM! A gunshot was heard. I was in the living room watching TV. Went to their room and she was on the floor with half of her head gone." He said walking around me in a circle.

"No. She can't be dead." I say not believing him.

"You don't believe me?" He says getting a knife out of his pocket pointing it at me.

He leaned down and cut the ropes off my legs and arms and dragged me by my arm out of that room. As we make down the halls and into a room. I can't help but to notice this other guy drinking a beer standing on the hallway. He was glaring at me. He was really scary and he made me feel really weak. I made a mental note to not look, talk, or be around him at all.

We finally made it to a back room which was shut. He opened the door and pushed me inside. I fell in my hands and knees by a puddle of blood. I followed the trail of blood with my eyes. Right there laying in front of me was Candy. He was right. There was a bullet hole right in the middle of her forehead. I can't believe it.

"Believe me now." He said and kicked me in my side.

"What the fuck!" I yell. Man that really hurt.

"Get up!" He said.

I got up like he said but was holding my side. That was my rib cage. We slowly walked back to where I was sitting. He slammed the door after I walked in. He pushed me on the ground and dragged me back to the chair. He tied me up after having to slap me in the face because I kept trying to fight him. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't try to fight to escape. After he tied me up, very tightly might I add, he just stood there spitting out blood here and there because I punch him in the mouth.

"Now bitch being that you can't attack me like you did, maybe I can ask some questions." He stated.

"You want get anything out of me." I said bitter.

"Well, if you want to play that game I will just ha r to beat it put of you." He said with this evil grin while cracking his knuckles.

"Where is the money?" He questioned.

"I don't know. What ate you talking about." I say rudely.

He punched me in the gut.

"Your dad's money. You smart ass." He growled.

"I-I don't know." I breathe out.

"You don't know. Bullshit. Your his daughter you are supposed to know." He said giving me an evil glare.

"Well I don't. He never told me that kind of stuff." I said.

"You are a feisty one. Aren't ya?" He chuckled.

"So what." I say spitting venom at him.

"I don't like the way you are talking to me." He said.

He pushed me in the face repeatedly. He hit my in my rib cage. He took a knife and stabbed in my left thigh. I screamed in pained. My vision was blurry. I was spitting out blood. I felt like I was dying and I know now that I'm losing a lot of blood.

He pulled the knife out and walked out slamming the door and locking it. I starting sobbing violently. I hurt all over I feel everything throbbing. My leg hurts like a bitch. I don't even know what I did to make him snap. I remember that Lance was still in the room. I look over to my right but I don't see him. He's not there. Oh no. What I'd they got him. What if they are going to kill him too. It's too late. We are all going to die. I finally realize that now. I'm tied down to a chair bleeding to death. Everyone that already gave me a chance is gone. No one knows I'm here. When they kill Lance they are coming for me. There's nothing I can do but sit and wait. Wait for the day to come. Slowly or fast.