On The Run

Chapter Sixteen

Two hours later, we pull up to a small shack.

It looks older than anything I have ever seen, and the door is hanging on one hinge.

"What are we doing here?" I murmur, my voice sleep filled.

He mumbles something under his breath, that sounds like, "stay here," before jumping out of the car and disappearing inside the shack.

A few minutes later he reappears, followed by a woman with a lot of tattoos and piercings.

She must be a new recruit. She seems nice.

I smile as Joey opens the door, and am about to get out when the woman steps forward.

"I don't think so," she snaps, her voice cold.

"Now hold still. This might hurt," she smiles sarcastically, and I barely have time to gasp as she sticks a needle into my neck.

The last thing I remember is meeting Joey's bitter blue eyes, and icy chills running up my spine.

There is something twisted about his smile, and I am certain that he is not the same boy I remember.

I wake up to darkness. All is silent, and I can see nothing. After a minute, I realize why. I am wearing a blindfold.

Plus, there is something over my mouth.

"Mmph," I grunt, struggling.

Nope, that isn't going to work, because my hands are bound as well as my feet.

My whole body aches, especially my neck, and that's when I remember the woman.

What had she done to Joey? Was he here with me?

Shuddering at what she could've done, I slither around on my stomach, until something hard comes down on my back.

Groaning at the pain, I try to move, but the thing presses down harder. I know what it is.

A foot.

Then there is a light laughing.

It is that woman, judging by the feminine cackle.

"Don't mind me darling. It's my husband you should be worrying about."

The foot moves off of my back, and I flip over, still blind.

I let out a muffled cry, and the laughing comes again, louder.

"Oh, you should know my husband well enough. You're the one who sent him to jail, of course."

Her voice is sour, and it makes my blood freeze. My heart stops and she rips off my gag.

I stop moving around, and pause for a moment before speaking.

"Chrome. You're Chrome's wife," I clarify, shaking.

She chuckles coldly, and then a deeper laugh follows. My blindfold is removed, and I lay staring at Chrome's devilish face.

"Good morning sleepy head. You're lucky you got to wake up."

I gulp as I stare into Chrome's icy blue eyes.

This is not going to end well for me.

Without warning, he steps foward and shoves me off of the bench that I have been laying on, so that I roll off and hit the floor with a thump.

Chuckling as I groan in pain, he walks around the bench so that he is standing over me.

"You made a big mistake, by jailing me," he comments, and I shake my head.

"No. I made no mistake," I spit, and he kicks me in the side with his boot, before bending down and leaning toward my ear.

"You'll regret that, darling." His words ring in my ears as his wife walks over and stands next to him.

"Take care of her," he murmurs, and she bends down, before slapping me across the face, so hard that it echoes.

I cry out in pain, before she smashes her boot down straight on top of my face.

And the last thing I see before everything goes dark is the door swinging open, and the bad boy's voice, shouting.