No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)

83• You Drag Me Underground, The Lights Are Slowly Fading

• 4:32 P.M •

I laid on the couch with the ice pack on my neck watching TV. It was a struggle trying to find out how the remote worked. Trevor has been upstairs for almost two hours, but he finally came down and sat in the arm chair across from the couch I was laying on with a paper in his hands.

He cleared his throat. I looked at him then turned back to the TV.

"I want you to know that I have to do that to discipline you." He moved my legs and sat next to me.

"Beat me senseless? Yeah, thanks now I'm sore." I rolled my eyes.

He opened his mouth to yell at me again but he showed mercy.

"Your smart mouth is what made me beat yo ass." He said between clenched teeth.

I kept quiet and changed the channel to the news.

"17 year old female Leslie Mayers is missing. She was last seen in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. Her family had this to say." The reporter said.

"She's been gone for about a day now. She said she was going home so I let her leave my apartment and our friend Kwon went to talk to her and she wasn't there, her phone went straight to voicemail too. It's safe to say that she's been kidnapped. Leslie if you're out there please come back to us or if you have her please, please, please give her back. I'm loosing sleep without her. PLEASE!"

   A guy with dreads and a small gap in his two front teeth said into the microphone.

"If you've seen this young girl please call this number."

I looked at Trevor with my mouth hanging open. "That's...that's me!"

He laughed. "That's clearly not you. Leslie is a common name, that can be anyone. It's not you though."

   I furrowed my brow and reached for the house phone to call the number but he yanked it out of my hand. I took it back and ran for the front door but before I could open it he threw me on the floor and I crawled to the kitchen for a knife. The knife spun under the dining table and I tried to get it but he held me down. We were both out of breath.

"I tried to help you!" He panted between his words. "I'm not here to hurt you!"

"You kidnapped me and beat me!" I said. "We're not married are we!?"

"We are married! I have the papers! I don't need to explain this to you!"

"No! You think I'm fucking stupid!?" I yelled.

His face turned and he grabbed my throat, choking me.

"How many times?" He said through clenched teeth.

"Let...go of...me!" I tried to peel his fingers off but his grip was too strong.

   He dragged me to the bathroom and grabbed my hair once more and banged my head onto the sink repeatedly.
   I felt the blood come from my nose as lights slowly started fading. He laughed and let go of my hair and I laid on the floor, unconscious once again.