Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7 - What's Happening?

Evan POV

My head was pounding as I woke up. I felt like I had a night out and drank too much, but I don't remember drinking...or going out. I attempted to raise my hand to rub my forehead but was stopped by something metal?

"What the.." I whispered, attempting to remember what happened. But I felt half asleep still.

"Boss, he's awake..again" I jumped at the sound of someone else's voice. Damn was it loud too.

I opened my eyes to be disappointed with darkness. Although there was some light flooding through a window? I let my eyes adjust a little more, and took in my surroundings more. I felt a jolt bounce me up and the roar of an engine.

I must be in a car, but why am I cuffed down. I don't understand.

"Give him another dosage, were not close enough and god damn does he go through it quick. Did we bring enough?" A deep voice answered from the front of the vehicle.

I began to panic and pull against the restraints. But my movements were slow and sluggish, I felt someone shove my head against the cool metal and prick my neck. Soon, darkness surrounded my consciousness.

...

"Wow, he's awake again boss. I even upped the dosage a bit" Someone spoke straight in front of me.

"Keep him awake, were almost there" A deep voice spoke. I know that voice, where have I heard that voice?

The car suddenly stopped throwing me forward, forcing the cuffs to go into my skin. I didn't wince or react to the pain like I should've.

The doors to the back of the van opened and someone roughly pulled me with them throwing me over their shoulder.

Once again, I passed out.

I woke up to the sound of metal screeching together. My face contorted in discomfort as I attempted to block the noise with my shoulders.

My headache wasn't very strong anymore so I opened my eyes allowing them to adjust.

I was in a dimly lit, grey room? Sitting on the ground with my hands in front of me, cuffs around my wrists and my back against a wall. The position was extremely uncomfortable so I attempted to move my knees under me. It was manageable but still tough to do because of my restraints.

I began recalling what happened...slave, sold, buyer...I slumped forward in shame but wouldn't allow myself to cry.

Wait, my phone. I reached as far as I could to my back pocket grabbing it. I turned it on and saw I had service.

Okay, this has to be a prank then..right?

But who was I supposed to call? I had no idea where I am and I don't know how the police would react. I pressed Craig's number and the phone rang putting it on speaker.

After a few rings someone picked it up.

"Hello?" Brian answered, where was Craig? Ah, I don't care right now.

"Brian" I felt dehydrated and my voice felt scratchy. "I don't know where I am and I need help, some strange people took me as I was walking from Craig's"

"You're not serious right? This is a fucking prank?" he said "I don't want any part of it, bye Evan"

"Wait Bria-" The line went dead and I tossed my phone in front of me, I pushed my head to the ground and stayed there.

Shit, fuck. I shouldn't have tossed my phone. I could have fucking called someone else..im so fucking stupid.

The metal door screeched loudly and two people walked in. Oh shit. Mark walked in with someone skinnier behind him. The skinnier guy had noticeably dark green hair with the sides buzzed.

"Good morning" The skinnier guy said with a big smile.

"Jack, baby. He's not supposed to know its morning" Mark corrected 'Jack'. Who put his head down and apologized.

"I..I didnt mean to upset you. I'm just excited to have some fun" Jack smirked.

"Remember, this is a lesson. I'll be having the fun tonight." Mark took a few steps toward me. "And if he's good," He turned his head to look at Jack "and you pay attention, ill give you a pleasurable night"

He turned back to look at me. He crouched down to look me in the eyes. I was surprised that he didn't mention the phone on the ground in front of me.

"What do you say Evan, care to learn how to make me happy?" He had an evil look in his eyes and he smiled wide toward me.

And from then on, for years. All my life consisted of were 'lessons'. I was never happy about it and I made sure he knew, not that it was smart on my part. I should've at least pretended.