Bryson's Room

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I dunno if she's gone for good or returning in the morning ~ Trey Songz

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"Yeah....She's right here.....Where?.....Now.....I don't think that's a good idea.... Fine I'm on my way" I hear someone say as they proceed down the stairs.
"Time to go" He tells me grabbing me throwing me over his shoulder.

He walks into the garage and gets to the car. He opens the passenger door and push me inside. He jogs around to the drivers side and start up the car. He seemed really stressed out right now, I had no clue what was going on. "What's going on? Where are we going?" I ask.

"If you want to make it out untouched, When we get here, just be quiet don't say anything. Don't get smart with them, don't cop an attitude just play it cool. Don't act scared either. Just stay by me" Why is he all of a sudden trying to help me.

"You promise not to let whoever it is touch me?"

"I'll try my best. I'm not in this to hurt no one"

"Who are you?" I ask him.  "Joe" How could I not act scared, I'm terrified. I'm surprised I hadn't broke down in tears. I'm just happy that's he's agreeing to help me. We pulled up to this abandoned warehouse and now I was even more terrified. He got out the car and pulled me out. He held onto my arm tightly and lead me into the warehouse.

There was multiple people inside, all men though. They were all eyeing me up and down, I felt their eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. He lead me down this dingy hall and into this room. My heart began to race and I felt like I was about to cry, I just want my mom right now. A few men were in the room sitting around talking.

"Joe" One of them said standing up. I guess he was the leader or something because as soon as he spoke everyone shut up. Joe let my arm go and just stood besides me. I don't know why Joe felt intimidated by him. He was a scrawny dark skin, who couldn't be more than 5'7. I'm guessing he doesn't fight fair, or he doesn't do any of his own fighting.

"Damn she looks even better in person" He says rubbing his hand down my arm, he wreaked of marijuana and alcohol. "Do a little spin for me" He says with a smirk on his face. I never been anymore uncomfortable in my life.

"Do you not comprehend English!" He yells in my face. Jesus, he breath smelled so terrible, it smelled like he gargled beer this morning.

"Listen to the man Nia" Joe whispered. I was hesitant and slowly turned around.

"I see you weren't chicken this time. We would be been had her and this money if you ain't pussy out last time" The man spoke.

"What the fuck do yall want with me?" I ask bluntly.

"She speaks?" He says sarcastically.

"Yeah I speak you fucking Wesley Snipes looking ass nigga" Everyone snickered. He looked around and them and they shut up instantly.

"Don't you see men speaking"

"I don't see any men in this room I see some punk ass bitches"

"He didn't tell us she was such a bitch" The dude says "Gentlemen escort this bitch out the room. She need to learn how to speak only when spoken too" He replies. Two big Terry Crews ass niggas stand up and both grab one of my arms. Now I was scared. There was no telling what they'll do to me.

"Is all this caused for? I'll make sure she shuts up" Joe replies. I don't know why but I'd rather leave with Joe than stay here.

"You hitting this" The man says and gropes my ass. I immediately start crying. I tried my best not to beat his ass. I mean I didn't have a choice my arms were being held tightly.

"Naw man, this is strictly business" Joe tells him. "It's strictly business you right. Unless they got a body like her. Fellas you know where she goes" He snaps his fingers and the grip my arm tighter and lead me out the room. I began to kick and scream trying to break free, I knew good and well I wasn't going to get free though. They pushed me into this room and I heard the door lock. The room was dingy and the only thing in the room was a mattress on the floor. I knew what was about to happen. I sit in the corner with my knees in my chest. I looked at the clock on the wall. I watched as the minute hand moved from the 5 all the way to the 10. Then the door finally opened.

He stood in front of me and grabbed me then tossed me down on the bed. I tried to run but he held a gun to my head,

"Don't make this harder than it has to be" He pushed me back and forced my legs open. He pulled down my shorts and underwear and pulled down his pants. I stared away as the tears streamed down my face. It hurt like hell as he forced himself inside of me. He pulled my white t shirt off along with my sports bra.

He began to kiss and suck all over my breast and I felt like I was about to throw up. I looked at the clock on the wall and watched as the clock slowly ticked. Hot tears streamed downed my face as he continued to rape me.

It took him entirely to long to finish with me. When he did he pulled out and pulled the condom off. He kissed my lips and said "You were the best I had in a while" I laid on the mattress in fetal position crying hysterically. He stands up and zips up his pants. I felt nasty and dirty I just wanted all this to be over with so I could return home. I really hope Bryson is looking for me.

I heard the door open and I looked up and seen it was Joe. I couldn't be anymore happier to see him. I hopped off the bed and ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Please get me out of here"

He picked up my clothes off the ground and handed it to me. I completely forgot I didn't have anything on. I quickly just pulled on my shirt, I just wanted to get out of there.

He led me out the room and out the warehouse. I was still crying hard, still ignoring the fact that I'm returning back to where I was being held against my will. I laid my head against the window and continued to cry. The entire car ride was quiet the only thing I heard was myself crying. By time we made it back to his house the sun was beginning to set.

He took me back up stairs to the room and I laid down on the bed in a ball.

"I didn't mean for none of that to go down." Joe tells me, I could feel him sitting down on the bed. Why in the hell would I believe him?

"I tried to come and get you but his boys held a gun to my head." I sat up and just looked at him. He actually tried to save me.

"I'm not the bad guy. I'm just doing everything I'm being told to do" Joe states. How could I believe a word he says. How isn't he a bad guy. Am I not being held against my will? I just prayed my family is looking for me.

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