Ride Or Die

Go to Hell

Go to hell

The gun rounded the crown of my head until it stopped directly touching my forehead, then I saw the man who held the deadly weapon. He was no more than 5'5, some gold teeth, corn rose hair, black eyes, and a devil's smile. "You thought you could just get away, didn't you? Coming in here, blowing my shit up, taking out my gang?! And the best part is," He chuckled lowly before continuing, "You actually thought you were gonna get away with it." I gulped, my life is over. I tried to remember back to some of the tactics Beau had taught me on getting myself out of situations like this, but my head was so cloudy. "Didn't you?!" He nearly busted my ear drum as the gun was cocked to the side and his smile got brighter. I was too shocked to move, much less talk, so instead I stood there. Unable to comprehend the situation enough to release any real tears. The only thought that kept creeping into my head, my life really is over.

I winced silently at the pain as the man tied me me tightly to a wooden chair in the middle of the warehouse. That was gonna leave a rope burn, but then again what did it matter if I wasn't gonna make it out alive anyways? He still wore that dumb smirk proudly as he circled around to meet me face to face, unsure I slowly looked away to avoid eye contact. "Look at me!" He commanded loudly before grabbing chin and yanking it back, forcing eye contact. I rolled my eyes and shot my head in the other direction, if I was gonna die, it was gonna be because I stood up for myself. He shook his head, leaning back up, "Feisty aren't we?" He snickered.

"Go to hell," I muttered out before spitting on the ground in front of him, feeling gutsy.
He kicked my right leg roughly, showing no mercy causing me to cry out in pain and reach for the hurt limb but my tied up arms couldn't get free. "You asshole!" I dug my hole deeper resulting him slapping me in the face. I almost cried at the sting but then shook it off, I refused to look death in the eye with fear. "Do you wanna continue?" He urged on as he bowed to see my facial expression, I shook my head silently. I couldn't handle another blow.
Then the man's phone started buzzing and he almost appeared annoyed, "Hold on one moment Princess," He winked at me then glanced to his phone, "Ah, yes. I have to take this, don't go anywhere." I stared harshly at him. Don't go anywhere? Like I had a choice. He walked off with the phone as I listened in while trying to free my hands.
"I'm sorry boss, I couldn't stop them."
"Please stop yelling, there wasn't enough NIPs here."
"How many were there? Uh," He scratched the back of his neck looking nervous, "Four." He spoke quietly, not quite as confident as he had been. I could almost hear the yelling on the other end of the line 'You're dead!' It kept repeating.

"It wasn't a total loss, I think I might have something Eastside Gang will want back. Maybe for a trade of the warehouse?" He smiled back to me and I shook my head in disgust.
"Yes, I will bring her." There was a click signaling the line had been dropped, the busted man turned back to approach me once more, "Looks like we're going on a little road trip."

Please Jason, where are you?

I'm writing on my phone so the last two chapters have been a little short and I apologize for that. Please don't forget to comment. I want to get feedback and such, I like reading them and they give me inspiration. If I get enough, I might update even faster.