Chapter 43- "I think I died and went to Hell"
I woke up to noise, and my eyes fluttered open. I stared up a time the ceiling, and it a green fluorescent blinking light that made a buzzing sound shined on me.
I quickly sat up and looked around to notice I wasn't in the hotel room. I started to panic, and looked around the room. It was like an army bunk, with cement floor a bed with a not-so-comfortable matress that only had sheets on, there was a cement door that had a huge lock on it. There was a Very Small winow windows and the room was gross and dirty.
I stood up and started to walk to the door, but then got stuck. I looked back to see my foot tied in metal chain which was tied up to the bed. My eyes widened and I quickly started yanking on the chain, but every time I did it put pressure and inclosed on my ankle.
"What is going on?" I whispered to myself as my heart was racing. I ran up to the window and tried to open it but it was boarded up on the outside.
I saw a door on the side of the room, and I ran up to it then opening the doorknob to see it was a just a closet filled with a bunch of....
I gulped and my I turned pale white as I saw a bunch of....well...let's just say 50 shades of Gray exploded in the closet.
I immediately slammed the door shut and ran towards the door again but fell once the chain wouldn't go any further. The door then opened, and I looked up to see a man with broad muscles, brown hair and black eyes.
"Well, well, you are awake" He smirked. I then realized who it was and started to move back as I was still sitting on the ground. "Oh don't be scared..yet."
"Get away from me" I gritted as he approached me, and put a hand out to me but I stared at it with a glare before he then took it away. "Fiesty one, are you?"
Zeke Monroe....Blake's older brother and head leader of The Veins gang. I only know him because Blake mentioned his older brother was in Italy and showed me a picture.
"I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yelled with agony filling my voice. "Tsk, tsk. We're not going to make this harder then it has to be, are we?" He questioned.
I didn't answer and pressed my lips in a thin line as I pulled my knees up to my chest and kept a glare in my eye. "Tyson!" He yelled, and the door then opened "Yeah boss?"
My breath hitched in the back of my throat and tears pricked my eyes, as I saw him approached. His piercing blue eyes met mine.
"Rain" He said as his lips tugged up into a smile "How you've been?" I backed up again as he started to approach me, and I gulped silently.
"Tyson" I whispered in shock to myself as my heart felt it was shot when I said his name. "Ohh, don't be such a stranger babe, me and I both know who we are" He smirked as he squated down to my height.
"You and I" I corrected, and he raised an eyebrow "What?" "It's 'You and I' not 'me and you'" I stated.
His smirk grew wider "But see it isn't. I always come first, you should know that by now."
My heart was racing from the panic that was rushing through me, and I wanted to burst out crying but crying was only a sign of weekends to them.
Tyson Blix....my ex boyfriend.
Flashback:
"Come on Rain" He said as he kissed my neck and I pulled away "Tys (Tice), we can't."
"And why the hell not?" He asked getting annoyed. I flinched at his yelling and exclaimed "Because I'm only 16!"
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Teen FictionIF YOU WANT A WELL WRITTEN GANG STORY: READ MY OTHER BOOK "RIDE OR DIE" This book is not well written, contains grammar errors, and overall super cliche. I was 13 when I wrote this. My other book is the same premise of this book but much more mature...
