Finding Happiness

Chapter 12: Broken and Alone

*2 Weeks Later*
August
Today was the day that we are going to get the girls back, I haven't talked to Jada since I figured out where she was. It was almost sunset so the guys and I were currently at an abandoned log cabin not too far from the house.

"These niggas are dumb." Jaquan said, cleaning his gun.

"Well, they're about to be dead." Chris said smirking, And I thought I was insane.

"Wipe that smirk off your face." Sean said. "You're acting like August."

I chuckled at his comment as I stared out the window, I hadn't killed in a while, and the first person on my list was the nigga that was in the shower with Jada. I could see the lust in his eyes, the more I thought about the picture the angrier I got.

"Jada is going to be so happy to see you." Jaquan said, lacing up his boots.

"Let's go over the plan one more time." Sean said, looking at Alex and Dj, Sneak and Teke's cousins.

"Sean, August, Sneak, and Dj will cover the back door." Alex said. "Me, Chris, Teke. and Jaquan will cover the back door."

"We will meet up once inside, group A will check the basement for Jada and group B will check upstairs for Lani."

"Why wouldn't they be in the basement together?"

"Because, Jada would've said she was with Lani when we talked to her." Chris said in a duh tone.

"One of these days I'm going to smack the shit outta you." Sean said getting irritated.

"I'll be waiting." Chris said holding out his cheek out, daring Sean to smack him.

"You guys act like children." Alex said shaking his head as he laughed.

That was enough to get them to stop, if Jada was here she probably would've pinched them both. I bit my lip as I stared at the clock. It was almost time for us to put this plan into action, I just hope we aren't too late.

Jada
Street's partner, the short one, walked into the basement and sat on the couch, it was too late for me to pretend like I was asleep since he was already staring directly at me.

I sat up and watched him carefully, apart of me was relieved that Street wasn't here, he gave me the creeps.

"Do you play basketball?" I asked trying to make conversation.

"Excuse me?" He asked turning down the TV.

"I asked if you played basketball."

"Yeah, I played it back then, when I was in high school. Niggas used to call me Freak."

"Can I call you Freak?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah, of course."

"Your friend just calls me daddy, she's easier to control. She's not a fighter like you."

I stared at him with a blank expression as I replayed his words in my head. He had to have been talking about Lani, she was the only female friend that I could think of. I pretended like I didn't hear what he had said.

"Do you like to draw?" I asked moving as close to him as the chains would allow.

"It's aight, I'm not really good at it."

"Can I show you a basic lesson in drawing? To you know, pass the time.

"Sure, you draw?"

"A little."

"Do you think could draw me?"

"I'll try." I said letting a small giggle escape my lips. "But, you have to promise to smile."

Freak looked at me and laughed, close enough I thought to myself. It wasn't long before Street came barging in. I watched his movement carefully as he entered the room and hovered over me.

"Get up!" He yelled, he smelled of bud and cheap liquor.

I stood up and looked at him, that's when I got this overwhelming feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"Unlock her chains." He told Freak. "Then leave and lock the door behind you."

Freak did as he was told and Street sat on the couch and stared at me. I focused on the cracks in the floor, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

"Look at me." He said firmly, I slowly turned my body to face him.

I looked down at my bare feet as he got off the couch and walked towards me. There was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable, you know the type of people that make you cross the street when you see them coming, he was one of those people.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by something cold touching my skin. I jumped a little and looked at him.

"Relax it's just me." He said smoothly. "Just trying to warm up my hands."

"Please stop touching me." I said lowly as I moved away from him.

He tightly gripped my neck then threw me against the wall, the impact caused me to gasp for air. I slid down onto the floor, he walked over and snatched me up.

"Why do you keep dorespecting me?" He asked.

I kneed him in his manhood and ran towards the bathroom since it was the only door with a lock.

I locked the bathroom door and propped a chair underneath the door knob to keep it from opening.

I searched around for a window but of course it was high up and boarded. I stood on top of the toilet seat and began tugging on the wood to see if I could take it off.

I finally got the board off and opened the window. I pulled myself out halfway and noticed people running towards the back of the house.

I was almost out the window when I heard a loud bang behind me. I scrambled to get out the window but my leg was grabbed. I screamed as loud as I could and started kicking wildly.

My attempts to get away failed horribly. I was snatched back into the bathroom and thrown up against the full body mirror, which shattered on impact.

Street grabbed me by my hair and dragged out the bathroom then threw me on the floor. He stood over menacingly before snatching me up again. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, I knew that this was it for me.

He tossed me on the couch and started kissing my neck. His ear was a few inches away from my mouth so I to tilt my head slightly. I bit down on his ear my hardest, he let go of my wrists and punched me in my mouth.

"I got something for girls like you." He mumbled checking his ear to see if he was bleeding.

I remained silent as he pulled out a blade out his pocket, he traced my cheek with his blade. He cut the shirt with his knife and I began scanning the room for something to hit him with and potential escape routes. All I could think was...

This is it for me...