Recall

Chapter 19

           

Samantha:

            I opened my eyes and surprisingly I felt alright. I didn't expect to be up ever. My head was oozing with blood, before I passed out. Did I pass out? I don't remember. In which is the story of my damn life. Hastily, after I am fully awake I realize that I was naked. Naked? Why the fuck am I naked? What kind of messed up shit has been happening and where the hell are the boys? I backed up quickly until I found my clothes in a pile and quickly throw each of them back on my body. This must be Connor's doing. What a damn freak! My hair was a damn mess and blocking my view so I flip it up and look around. This place does not look familiar to me at all . I seriously can't even think right now with my mind spinning.

"Samantha-I...you...um." Tré stutters, entering from behind a bush. He was probably pissing or something. Thank god he is here, I was scared that we'd been captured.

"Where are the boys and do you know why the hell I was naked?" I get up off my feet and dust off all the dirt from my sweats then began to approach Tré. He immediately took a couple steps back. Okay? What's up with this dumbass?

"Hello? What's wrong with you?" I stop where I am and fold my arms over my chest. It would be nice know what's happening.

"I uh have to tell you something..." Tré mumbles, so I raise my eyebrows as if telling him to go.

"Well after we saved you, you went unconscious."

"How long?"

"Three days."

"Okay I'm up now so what's the problem? Is it the boys? Where are they?"  If Tré doesn't hurry up and get to what the actual problem is then I will kick is ass.

"The boys went to get bullets a medical equipment for you but that's not the problem."

"Okay the spit it out!" I say agitatedly.

   "So you don't remember last night?"

"If I did do you think I'd be asking you what the hell is going on?" I grit through my teeth. You see here is my last nerve exiting my body, and here is Tré riding right on it. Just in case you can't picture it, I am officially annoyed now and do not have any more patience for this conversation. Tré finally noticed this and moves along with the story.

"Look you woke up from your deep sleep about three hours ago and you like pounced right on top of me. Then we kissed and made out and um did more than that and then after that you leaped right off of me and ran to go throw up. I asked if you were okay and you said no and mumbled you were drugged before passing out.
"Bloody, fucking Connor." I hissed. I remember the being drugged part. I didn't understand then. He was beating me and beating me then held a gun to my head. I closed my eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger but he didn't. Instead he laughed like a psychotic bitch and tossed the gun far away from me.

"Death is way too good for you bitch, I have something even better." He happily said, while lifting my chin and then tossed it aside. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his walkie talkie and said, "yo, Jimmie, get me the RF" I had no idea what the hell that was so I wasn't scared. I was ready for whatever this RF was and once Jimmie arrived I saw that it was a three pills. I laughed loud and Connor used that as an opportunity to shove them straight down my throat.

"Ooh overdosing now that will show me." I tease.

"Trust me this beats death by far."