I wake up to what feels like minutes later. But it is dark, cold, and I'm in what appears like a trunk. I don't have my wallet with me but luckily I tucked my phone in my waist band of my underwear. I pull it out and check it. 3:48 pm. Fuck 16%. I should text someone. First person that came to mind was Max.
Max, I'm sorry I flipped out on you yesterday, but I really need your help. This isn't a joke. I got a phone call this morning telling me to meet someone at the park around 9am. The park is on 5th and Broadway. I get to the park and it was Brandon who told me to meet him there. He was begging for me to take him back, the boy was on his knees. I kicked him in the nuts and ran, but I tripped. Next thing I know I'm in a trunk and I don't know where I am. I really need help. Track my phone or something just get me some help.
I sent the message and copied it. I also sent it to Mikaela and Ian. I hope they will see it in time. I feel the vehicle stopping and the engine shut off so I turn my phone off and return it to my underwear.
The trunk opens. It is Brandon with another two guys with masks covering their faces. All I can see is their eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Get out of there and come with me" Brandon demands.
I quickly get up, rubbing my arm from when I fell earlier. I think it is best if I just follow his orders so nothing horrible happens. The two others followed behind me. Assuming I would try to get away. I can't get anywhere with this fucking cast on.
Brandon leads me down a flight of cement stairs, to an even colder room. At least this room has a couch. He points at it, signaling for me to sit.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask before I think.
"She speaks." The smaller person says. He sounds young, early 20s maybe.
"Shut up." Brandon raises his voice. "If you won't voluntarily take me back, I'll force you to."
"You can't make me do anything, asshole." I yell. I do realize this is getting me nowhere.
"Oh. Feisty little thing. Here change into these." He throws a pair of sweatpants at me and a light blue t-shirt. "Don't try anything too fast," he looks at my cast. "Oh... you can't." I hear him laughing as he leaves the room.
The bigger man turns around to give me privacy but the other one stays facing me. I clear my throats and turn around to change.
I get done changing and sit on the couch as the bigger man goes to tell Brandon I'm done. The boy sits next to me.
"Im really sorry this is happening to you... Mackenzie,right?" He asks softly.
"That's me. And you are..." I want to get some information out of him before the other two get back.
"I'm Cal. Again I didn't want to be apart of this and I'm truly sorry." He says nearly pulling his face mask off but Brandon walks in with the other man. I'm just going to call him Doctor Douche.
Brandon brought me a plate with a sandwich on it. I thanked him and ate it quietly. In the dead silence, you hear my phone ringing. SHIT! Dr. Douche jumps. Cal just looks at me with deep regret. But Brandon, he jumps on top of grabbing my body trying to find my phone.
"Get off of me. I'll give it to you just get THE FUCK OFF." I push with all my strength throwing him onto the floor.
Cal runs out of the room probably because he is scared or he knows what is going to happen next. Dr. Douche gets up and steps away. I do the same. I jump over the back of the couch and brace myself.
If anyone knows Brandon, it's me. I know I'm going to get something either thrown at me or I'm going to get hit by something. I just pray that someone tracked my phone and they are on their way now.
He stands up and throws my phone against the cold, hard cement floor. We all watch it shatter and break off into dozens of pieces.
"You bitch! What did you tell them?" He yells at me as he pulls the couch away.
"N... nothing. It was probably a reminder that I have work in the morning. I swear." I say cowering under my hands.
"Shit. That's right. You start work tomorrow. I'll let you go to work and work only. Cal will bring you there and stay very close by at all time. Do you understand me?" He continues to yell.
"Yes. Yes. I understand." I yell back. I didn't miss this. Not at all.
"Dan lock he door behind me. Let's leave here here. Where the fuck did Cal go?"
They walk back up the stairs and lock the door. I am left in this room with only a couch and a blanket. No windows. No carpets. Nothing at all entertaining.
I lay down and stare at my shattered phone wondering who it was that texted me. I pull the blanket up and close my eyes as tears pour out.
This can't be happening to me. It must be a dream.
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Odd Living
FanfictionMax's sister, Mackenzie, just ended a long-term relationship with her boyfriend (now ex) and she needs someplace to stay. He invites her to stay with him and his friends, George and Ian, until she finds a place of her own, which may not happen. This...
