HOOKED

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
   
You don't really know how to respond after seeing a video of your boyfriend murdering your father. How are you supposed to? Laugh it off? Cry? Not care? I honestly don't know. I just don't know anymore. My whole entire life is out of control.

My Dad is dead.
My mom relapsed and Over dosed.
She could be dead.
My best friend won't be friends with me in public.
The kids at school were horrible to me.
I lost my virginity to the guy that killed my Dad.
   
I wish I could say all of this is dream. I wish I didn't have to deal with everything that has happened in the past two months. But this is life. Horrible, fucking life.
   
For some reason I can't stop crying. The tears just keep coming. I'm still laying on the floor. I need to get untied from this chair. Its very uncomfortable.

    "Oh would you shut up?" He yells, pulling me right side up so, I wouldn't be lying on the ground anymore.

   "Why would you show this to me? I don't understand." I choked on a sob.

    "To show you what your little boy toy did. He was supposed to kill you! He found you on the streets to kill you!" He screamed.
   
All, of sudden everything came together. When he was on the phone with Trevor he was talking about killing me. He, was so distant about his whole life. But, now I know why. Its because he killed my dad. And then he was supposed to kill me.

    "Wait how about the guy who attacked me the night my father was murdered?" I asked curiously.

   "That was Damon."

    "The guy who was pretty much stalking me and lurking through my windows?"
 
  "Different guy. Don't you see honey? We are all apart of a society. Of course, we all work in this casino. I wouldn't call us a gang but, we are close to it. We kill, hunt, torture, gamble, drink haha it's amazing. If, you didn't notice each one of us has a feather tattoo on our arm. Right after we get the tattoo, we pour alcohol on it. Burns like hell. But, it's more of a promise that we'll stick together." He grinned.

How the hell does he get pleasure in doing these awful things?  He's horrible, Damon is horrible, Trevor is and everyone else in this mafia is. They need to go to prison and pay for the horrible shit they pulled.

"You're sick." I spat.

"Maybe I am. But all I know is I am going to enjoy slowly killing you." He chuckled.

My heart raced. There were doors in the corner of the room. I have to get out of here. My mom needs me. Chelsea is worried sick for me. I am not going to die here. I won't. Even, though my life is fucked up I can stay strong. Maybe, life will be worth living for. I just need to get the hell out of here.

"Fine, kill me." I said staring him in the eyes.

"Oh no it's not going to be quick for you. Your father had it easy getting shot. But, you haha it'll be a very long process." He laughed.

"Okay, well can you just loosen these ropes up for me?" I said needy staring at both my wrist being tied down.

"Nice try."

"No, please it hurts really bad." My voice was shaky. He sighed and walked over to me. Loosening them up (surprisingly) I used my knee and kicked him the dick as hard as I could. A sharp pain came to my jaw from him punching me. I fell over, along with the chair, from the pain. Pulling, my arms loose from the ropes I ran to the door.
It was locked. The door was locked. I tried pulling on the door handle, once again. No budge. Shit, what the fuck do I do? The room had nothing in it other than the laptop and chair. There was no where else I could go. This is it. I guess I will die in here.

"You fucking bitch." He got up and began to limp to me. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I felt my adrenaline kick in. There's no fucking way out.