The Help (MB)

Chapter 26

*Kenya's POV*

Two weeks later,we had our bags packed,since we would be staying a couple nights. We headed south,which we learned was where my grandparents stayed.

Turns out they had a huge house,out in the country. Lots of my cousins and such would be there. I hope they're nice. This isn't the easiest thing for us.

It took a very long time to get there. About 7-10 hours at the most. When we did arrive,though,I saw that she wasn't lying about the house being big.

We pulled up to a mansion,surrounded by a huge gate. What caught me off guard a little were the two huge body guards standing in front of the gate. They let us in,and we got out at the front door of the mansion. There were two more body guards standing there,and after we had all of our bags,the limo pulled off and they let us in.

Now,when we got inside the mansion,there was a whole differen't scenario going on.

When we entered the door,we were immediately hit by the strong smell of marijuana. Smoke filled the air,and all I could hear were loud talking. I saw nothing but huge,muscular men sitting in chairs,smoking blunts,playing cards.

I immediately got confused. Are we at the right place?

"You made it!" I heard Tameka's voice,and I turned,a confused look on my face. She was wearing a thong and bra.

What the hell?

"Yes,you are. Boys,take their bags." I felt my bags being taken from my hands,and two big guys walked up the stairs to put them away.

I looked at the other girls,and they looked as confused as me.

"Where is Grandma Mae? Aunt Sham?" Amaya asked,looking around at the dull lit room filled in smoke.

"Oh,honey. They're either all dead or out of my reach wanting nothing to do with me. Oh,and that's not your famoly anyways. I don't know where your family is."

I squinted my eyes. "What do you mean you don't-"

"Well,looky here." I heard a deep,scruffy voice behind us.

We all turned to see a big muscular man with a scruffy beard and cornrows. He had on a black muscle shirt with several gold chains,which looked pretty real if you asked me. He had a blunt hanging from the side of his mouth,and he slowly took it out as he grinned at us,nodding and licking his lips.

I got a very uneasy feeling about this. All of it. I knew we shouldn't have trusted this.

"I-I think we might've left a bag or two in the limo. Come on guys." Pey said in a shaky voice,turning towards the door. Tameka snatched her arm back to where she was facing the tall,built,scary dude again.

"Y'all ain't going anywhere. You work for me now. I'm Big Man Lewis,and what I say,goes." He chuckled. I didn't know scary guys were so corny.

I felt as if I was about to throw up at any minute now.

"What is going on?" Penny asked in a shaky voice.

"You can take them now Mike and E." He said simply,turning around to go somewhere else.

I felt strong hands pick me up from behind,and I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I kicked and screamed,cursing and such. Nothing seemed to even affect him though.

We were carried up the stairs and dropped on very raggedy mattresses in a large room. The mattress creaked as I fell on it,and I noticed the smell wasn't so good either. There was no pillow or headboard,or even a blanket. A large wooden bar covered the only window,and I noticed that I could literally feel the hardwood floor through my thin mattress.

"What is going on?!" I screamed.

"No screaming. That could get you a beating. When clients come in,take it. No matter what. You are allowed three restroom breaks a day,and two meals. You are not to make noise. Don't ask questions." One of the bodyguards,i'm guessing Mike,said.

"What do you mean,"when clients-" Amaya started,but got cut off.

"I said no questions!" He screamed,causing us all to jump.

E handcuffed us each to the floor beside our mattress,which had a metal bar on it. Afterwards,they left,leaving us confused.

"Tameka isn't our mom,is she?" Peyton asked,her voice hard.

"Nope." I said,a tear slipping from my eye.

"And this isn't a family reunion,is it?" Penny asked,tears falling from her eyes.

"No." I sighed.

"No grandma Mae?" Amaya said,crying.

"Nope." I said,letting the tears fall.

We sat there in silence for the rest of the day,wanting to seek help. Wanting to contact the police.

After a while,the small amount of sunlight we had from the cracks in the boarded window started to fade,meaning it was night time. I heard my stomach grumble,and I wanted so badly to just go downstairs and dix a big bowl of grapes while bothering Chres for the rest of the night. There was no chance in that happening,though.

After what seemed like 2 or 3 more hours,the door opened,and Mike and E walked in with a tray. They came to us and gave us each a sandwich. I was happy to have food,but still furious we were trapped in this place.

Peanut butter and jelly? Are they serious? I spit out the sandwich.

"I hate jelly." I told E,and he shrugged. I'm starting to think he doesnt talk at all.

"Shut up and eat." Mike said,slamming the door behind them. It was hard to eat a disgusting sandwich with one hand,but when you're hungry,anything can work.

The sandwich didn't move my hunger much,but it was enough to last me the rest of the night.

The thin mattress wasn't exactly paradise either during the long,restless,silent night....

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