Sal Vulcano : The Love Of My Life❤️

Chapter 3

I wake up and scream. Where am I. I can't see anything. My wrists hurt. Are these...handcuffs?! Omg there is a bag over my head isn't there? Am I chained? I am restrained. Omg! Is Sal a killer?
"Haha"
Who the hell was that? The bag gets lifted off my head. It's the guys. And they're laughing.
"You assholes!!"I yell. The guys just laugh louder.
"You guys are freaks!." Sal lifts the bag off and all the chains.
"Kinda" Murray responds. Everyone turns and stares at him.
"Where did you get this stuff anyway?" I ask.
"Just a garbage bag and some stuff we found." Joe replied.
"Sal get the hand cuffs off, they hurt." I ask. I suddenly see Sal back away with his hands over his mouth."Sal don't tell me you lost the key."
"You idiot!" Q says to Sal.
"I didn't mean too! You think I would on purpose lock her in these?!" Sal replied.
"No but your still an idiot." Murr joined in.
"Can someone please break them off?"
"Go ahead Q" Joe snickered.
"Sal do you have a hammer?" Sal scurried to his garage and dropped many things. When he finally returned, he only had a metal hockey stick.
"You call that a hammer?" I teased him. They all chuckled. Q grabbed the hockey stick and said "Are you ready princess? 3...2...1...!"

All anyone heard was a scream. One single painful scream of horror. Of pain. Of distrust.

And it was Sal who screamed.

The chains broke off and everyone cheered. Then questioned Sal's scream.
"Sal, why did you scream?" I asked.
"I don't ever want you to get hurt. Especially from me." I started tearing up. I started crying. Not tears of joy, tears of pain.

Sal's P.O.V.

She started crying. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing." Was all I could get out of her. So I picked her up starting at her back then under her knees and carried her to my outside patio.
"Emma what's wrong." I asked wiping away her tears.
"Nothing Sal. I think I should go." She started to leave. I quickly ran in front of her.
"No. Your not leaving till you tell me." I replied.
"Why? So you can be another to tell me to get over it? To tell me how weak I am? No thanks, I need to go." She kept her head down.
" Emma I care about you. A lot. What happened?" I moved her back to the table. She glared up at me.
" I never had any one to love me, to worry if I was to get hurt. Instead... I had parents to hit me."