My Criminal Stepbrother

Chapter 11

Pounding. My head was pounding and felt like a construction crew was working. I groaned as the cold air hit me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in some sort of basement. I was locked in what looked like a jail cell that had a cot and A really thin blanket. I heard clapping and looked up to see Marie in dark jeans, red heels, and a red crop top.

"I knew this would work. You never listen to anyone." I smirked. If this bitch thought she could intimidate me she was sadly mistaken. "It's one of my many talents." She glared and slapped me. "Listen bitch, your under my control now and you will do as I say. Or you will be punished." I rolled my eyes. "Bring it on."

For the next 3 hours I was beaten,kicked,cut, scratched and many more. I was slammed back onto the cot and watched as she locked the cell back. Honestly my whole damn body hurt. I was sleepy as hell and I really hoped that Blake was on his way ASAP.

My jeans were ripped and covered in blood. I knew bruises were starting to appear on my face and my ribs. My hair was knotted and all over the place. I groaned as I popped my arm back in place. It hurt like a bitch but if I had a chance of getting out of here I needed to grow a pair.

I heard the door slam and looked up to see the one man I dreaded. Ashton. He was hot don't get me wrong but I only had eyes for one guy. He hadn't changed much just looked older. He smirked. "Well if it isn't the famous Lex." I rolled my eyes. "Hey Ashton long time no see." He glared. "You really have a death wish don't you?" I shrugged. "Depends on which day I guess." 

He entered the cell and pinned me against the wall. "Now your going to tell me everything you know about Blake's gang." I glared. "I have no idea honestly, they never told me anything." And that ladies and gentlemen is how i was beaten for another 2 hours.

Eventually I passed out on that small stupid cot in the middle of nowhere.

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I woke up to metal against metal. I looked to see a girl a little younger then me sliding a tray under the door. She was short with long, curly blonde hair and a petite frame. She looked at me a smiled sadly. "I'm sorry this is happening to you." I nodded and slowly sat up, ignoring the pain. "Might as well be me. It isn't like I brought this upon myself."

She sighed and looked down. "Ashton is awful and deadly. You are playing with fire. I would know. He is my brother." I chuckled. "Damn it sucks to be you. Just do me one huge favor. Contact Blake and tell him where I am. That's all. And if you want I can get you out of here when he gets here." She smiled. "I will. I can't leave Ashton though. You never back out on family and he is all I have."

I nodded. "I wouldn't back out on mine either."

After she left I dug into the sandwich and chips plus a tea. For them beating the living shit out of me, this was actually not bad food.

After I finished, I slid the tray back under the door. I leaned my head back against the wall and winced as the cut in my leg rubbed a part of my jeans.

AThe door slammed and I groaned. "What did I do to deserve your amazing presence?"

I heard Marie chuckle. "You could have missed me that much."

I snorted. "Your right I didn't."

She glared and flipped her hair. "You know I still don't understand why Blake chose you over me. I mean you have nothing to offer him."

I just simply shrugged. "Maybe because I'm not a crazy fake bitch who gets other people to fight  her battles but hey who knows."

And the her hand met my face. Can't say I didn't have that coming.