Loving A Gangsta

Chapter 25 (Thursday)

Korrine's POV

My eyelids feel too heavy to lift, my bottom lip is stinging, my head is throbbing, my body is aching, and whatever I'm lying on is uncomfortable. Pain strikes my back and hands as I lift myself up and after what seems like an hour of trying, my eyes finally open. I take a look around to see dark blue stained walls and a disgusting, dingy white mattress under me. It looks like it's been peed on, bled on, and puked on numerous times on numerous occasions. I want to throw up myself from the sight. Where the hell am I?

"You're up," says a feminine voice with a strong Hispanic accent. "Here." She walks towards me holding out a glass of water. With only a lamp lighting up the room and my blurred eyes, I can barely see her, but I make out a short slim figure and long red hair.

"Who are you?" I attempt to ask, but it comes out raspy and makes my throat burn.

"Drink the water. It'll make your throat feel better, and you'll be able to talk."

I hesitantly grab the glass from her hands and smell it just to make sure she didn't slip anything in it, but it smells like plain water. I can never be too sure, but unless I want my throat to keep burning, I might as well drink it. The cold water instantly hydrates me, and I drink the whole glass.

"Now what were you saying?" the girls asks.

I run my hand over my face because I feel wetness on the side of my head and falling from lip. Holding my hand out in the light, I see blood, a lot of blood at that. "What the hell happened to my face. Why am I bleeding everywhere?" I yell, starting to freak out. I try to stand all the way up, but I'm dragged back down by something caught on my leg. I reach down and feel handcuffs. I'm being held hostage. "Did you do this to me?"

"Be careful, and no, I didn't do any of this. I'm just here to watch you for Jessie," she says.

Hearing Jessie's name causes memories to flood back into my head. I remember Mike bursting into the house rambling about someone taking me, then I was actually taken, and whoever they were, one of them punched me in the face twice. I was kidnapped out of my own house and beaten. I knew that Jessie had something to do with this when I seen those blue bandanas wrapped around those dude's faces.

"Oh my God," I mumble, not wanting to believe this, but the more I think about it, the more I know it's true and the angrier I get. "Oh my God!"

"Calm down before they hear you and know you're awake. That's the last thing Jessie and I want," she says.

I scoff. "You think I give a damn about what Jessie wants? He's the reason I'm here. His ass is the reason I've been abused, and you, I don't even know you. I just wake up and you're here, so the last thing I care about is what you and Jessie want!" I yell.

"You might want to start caring if you want to get out of here. They'll kill you if they want to because they don't give about you. All you are to them is bait whether you're dead or alive!" she snaps.

Barely two seconds later, the door is slamming against the wall and five Mexicans are running here like they're apart of S.W.A.T. The girls quickly jumps up and stands in the middle of the them and me. I try to get up again, forgetting that I'm chained up, and fall on my side. Something hard pushes into me, and I reach under my hoodie, feeling a gun. I forgot Mike gave me this.

"No puto olvidar lo que dice Jessie/Don't fucking forget what Jessie said!"

"No me importa un bledo que dijo. Esa perra esta yendo de las manos/I don't give a damn what he said. This bitch is getting out of hand!" one of them yells.

"No me importa. Dejenme manjar eso come el dijo. Viste lo que hizo a Spider y Juan/I don't care. Let me handle this like he said. Did you see what he did to Spider and Juan?"