What now??

Chapter 22

///////Stevie's pov///////

I woke up to banging. Someone or some people were running down the stairs. When I opened my eyes I heard the horrid voice.

"Wake up princess." Cooed T. I just going to call him monster. So monster said that.

I opened my eyes again to see I had moved to the middle of the room. I saw about 12 boys, including monster and Max.

"Is the pretty girl that you kidnapped?" Asked the blonde haired one.

"Yep." Monster responded.

"She is pretty, I am jealous."

"Haha."

"Well did she behave last night, Max?" Monster asked Max.

"Yes, I told her the four main rules and then it was lights out."

"Good. Good, then she won't have a punch just yet." Oh yes the punch he gives me.

"But you should punch her before school so she will remember want would happen if something bad happens." Added a browned headed boy.

"Smart." Monster stated. He backed up and landed a punch in the stomach. I yelped in pain. He slapped me.

"Never yell." Monster said.

I looked down at my feel my face burned bad. I would rather be at the orphanage then here. Wow, I did really just say that. Wow.

"Now, we should go to school. Jake watch her today. I will be back after school." Jake was a big guy. I was scared. The other walked out. I looked down at my feet.

"So girly, here is how today will go. You will keep your mouth shut, if I hear I squeak I will punish you. Ok?" He warned.

I nodded.

He sat down at the chair and played on his phone.

This is how the first week went. My staying here, not saying a word. Getting hit. Wondering when I will leave. It was just a repeat of that.

The second week was the same like the first just monster got more violent. I have not talked since the second day here. I ate a half of a peanut butter sandwich and an apple. I will have a glass of water as well. T friends would sometimes take turns hurting and teasing me but most of the time it was T. The last time I talked to TJ or Dylan was that first time.

One day I took a nap and was one up by banging on the stairs. I saw T winning down the stairs with something in his hand. He was mad and when I say mad I mean furious, he looked like he could kill something. Oh shoot. I bet it is me. I have been here for three week. I have because weak and very bruised. I looked at T storming down the stairs, I even got a look at what was upstairs. There was a kitchen, I wonder if his parents know I was down here.

"I hate Dylan." T yells, waking up the Max. Max and Jake had taken turns watching me. Where was I suppose to go?

"I what you to call him and tell he it stop threating me or I will shot you. He held up the thing in his hand. It was a gun!! I was scared as I could be.

I nodded.

He called Dylan and he picked up. T held the phone by me and had it on speaker.

"Stevie?" Dylan answered.

"Hi, can you stop threating T?" I tried not to shudder but I did a bit.

"Stevie are you ok?"

"I....I a...am fffine."

"Ok, I will do what you what, we are still looking for you. Your brother is a wreak."

"Please make sure he is safe. Thank you, I love you." That I was for sure of.