Unpolished

Survival

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Survival

(Playlist – Straightjacket by Alanis Morissette)

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Jade's POV:

"Ah. The stupid bitch awakens. Did you miss me?"

Oh shit! That voice. Anyone but him.

"You have some nasty black eyes there." McCoy spoke to me. I slowly tried to shift and go towards the voice when I heard a click. "Ah, ah, ah. No sudden moves. My friend here has a gun pointed right at your head. I wouldn't make any sudden moves. The last two boys that tried to play hero are floating somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean right now."

The realization hit me and I couldn't help but mourn the loss of my brother, and even Rocky. I never even got to say goodbye. Not to my brother, my mother, or my father. Even Rocky, the fucker that he was, I had mixed feelings about. His parents were good people and didn't deserve to lose their son. "Why? Why did you do it? What makes me the one so special that you have to go through all of this? I don't understand." I could feel my lip break open on one side, and my throat was a little dry. I was crying though, and crying hard. I couldn't wrap my brain around his infatuation with me.

"Jade, I thought you knew, you're my special pet. My wife is boring. You... you are exciting, shiny and new! I want to mold you into the perfect girl for me. Hendricks over here just happened to get caught up in all of this mess and is now an accomplice." McCoy finished his little speech.

"I think I am going to throw up." That was disgusting. I want my boys. I need them.

"Hmph. If you pull this off, I will be able to retire in peace." Hendricks didn't sound convinced. That was good. I could use that to my advantage. While on vacation, I had been listening to the guys as they taught me little things here and there about using different skills in situations. I could work with this, I hoped. Just had to get Hendricks alone, but later. Right now, all I could do was lay my head back down and cry.

Again I woke up in new surroundings. I had been placed in a somewhat seated position and was leaning against a pillow. The sound was like being on an airplane. Wait. I was on an airplane. I tried to open my eyes again. My right eye opened a crack. Yes definitely on an airplane. "Shit." I said to no one in particular as I couldn't see much. My head was still killing me, but I needed to use the facilities. "Hello? I need the bathroom. Need a drink and some food too."

"You're awake. Good. Let me help you." McCoy was acting strange. He was never sweet. It was you're doing this, kneel here, fuck me like this, you're taking this drug. This was seriously messing with me. It was sickening.

"Don't you fucking touch me! I swear to whatever gods exist, I will kill you." I was vehement about my answer. One way or another, I would end him.

He slapped my face. "Fucking cunt."

"There's the McCoy I know. Just tell me which direction I'm going, thank you very much." Every bit of happiness I had gained had been sucked out of me in whatever time had passed from the beach to here. I wish I could see. I needed a phone.

"Find it on your own. I have to go talk to the pilot. We'll be arriving in Huntley soon." I could hear his voice getting further away. That was good.

"Wait. Where is Hendricks?" I hollered after him.

"Why? Ready for a three-some, whore?" I shook my head no. "I thought those boys that you had been hanging out with would have taught you some new tricks. It's a shame. Hendricks is in the cockpit. Don't fall out of the plane." I heard McCoy open and shut a door.