Bully with feelings

Save Me

Jay POV

I slowly open my eyes, my head is throbbing and my body is so sore even with one wrong move a sharp pain hits me. The room is dark, leaking noises coming from the ceiling, and hearing glass crashing. I try to move, then it feels like I'm stuck on a chair.

"Fuck!" I scream. I'm tied down to this damn chair, but my mouth is the only thing that's free. I begin to rock back and forth so I can at least loosen the rope. Then I hear footsteps approaching me. I freeze with my heart beating out of my chest. I look and see a man with a knife in his left hand, wearing a black ski mask.

"Oh look! You're awake" the guy says. I'm so nervous I can't even speak. He gets a chair and sits in front of me, staring me down like I'm a snack or something.

"You know why you here?"

I stay silent, trying not to start screaming or crying.

"...ANSWER ME!!!" He screams. I jump and starts breathing uneven.

"I-I don't know!" He chuckles and gets up, rubbing the sharp knife in his hands.

"Because you're mine, and you're not going anywhere. The only you can fucking leave is if I kill you, but I won't....yet." After he says that he pull out a bag of white and sniffs it. I'm so dead. He laughs and comes in my face.

"Sniff it", he commands.

"No. I don't do crack."

"You will today, now stiff it" he says, sounding agitated.

"NO!!!" I scream. He slaps me in my face, leaving my left cheek burning in pain. He grabs my neck, pulling me back and puts the knife to my neck

"Now imma say this one more time. SNIFF IT OR I WILL SLIT YOUR FUCKING NECK RIGHT NOW!!!" he screams into my ear. I've never taken drugs in my life, and I never wanted to try it like this. I hope and pray that god keeps my mind sane. I close my eyes, takes a deep breath, and sniffs the white that was in his hand. I start choking, spitting up on myself. He chuckles and moves the knife my neck.

"It wasn't that fucking hard, was it?"

"...no"

His phone starts vibrating and he pulls it out and answers it.

"Hello?"

I look down, feeling numb and scared for my life.

"Raphael what's up dawg?"

WHAT THE FUCK!!! HE KNOWS RAPHAEL?!? Oh my god I'm dead this time.

"Yea she's here. Hurry up man!" He hangs up and looks up at me.

"Since you heard me say his name, might at well introduce myself." He pulls his mask from his neck, showing his neck tattoo. He takes it all the way off, showing his full face, smirking.

"M-M-Malachi??"

"Yes bitch?" He says sniffing and laughing.

"What the fuck? WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!?"

"Because. You're mine and that bitch Daveon is not gonna have you as long as Raphael and I are here."

Speaking of the devil, Raphael walks in, with a caliber on his side. He daps Malachi and walks up to me, chuckling.

"Look at you, you little ugly stink bitch. Helpless. Your mama not gonna save you, Neil bitch ass won't save you, the father won't, not even that bitch boy with the hair. You're ours, and I want one of them to try anything m. I will blow you and their brains out."

I start whimpering.

"Why me? W-Why?" He smiles.

"Simple. Since I first saw your slow mom and you and you guys home, I knew I had to fuck y'all up. The house yall had, I'm selling for the money to make a big ass coke factory. Your dumbass mom said we should 'move' and she had me in charge for selling it. My son and I are gonna be rich!" He pats Malachi's back.

"Wait...RAPHAEL IS YOUR SON?!?"

"Duh! Daveon was right, you are a slow, dumb bitch." Malachi says. My heart just broke into pieces. Where is Daveon? He probably never cared. If he did, he would've been already here, saving me. I feel a vibration in my pants.

"The fuck was that?" Raphael says, looking at me. Malachi walks to me and snatches my phone out of my pocket.

"Speaking of the devil it's Daveon right here."