Beauty and A Beating

Chapter 8

Izzy's POV

The whole week had been pure stress, no one was sleeping, no one was eating, they were all just taking turn on watch. I'd been keeping my mouth shut because I knew how much stress they were under.

It was weird, I didn't really feel like I was kidnapped anymore. It had been a couple of weeks since they took me, and I guess my parents weren't searching too hard for me, so it's whatever. At least these guys payed some attention to what I was doing.

Everyone finally took a break, they were all sitting in the living room talking. I was just in the corner, listening, not wanting to interrupt.

"We have to get him first." Khalil spoke up, looking around.

Asher knitted his eyebrows together and looked at him. "What really is there to get him first with? He doesn't care about his team, and he doesn't really have any family that I know of." Asher sat with his elbows on his knees, holdng his chin up.

Justin walked in, scratching the back of his head. "We kill him." He said, sitting on the arm of the couch by Daniel.

Asher looked up, his face serious as if he were thinking about it.

"What are you getting at?" He asked, looking at Justin.

"Look, I know a couple of guys who are good with bombs. They can make them small enough for us to just roll it under his desk." Justin rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips, seeing if Asher would go for it.

"We're all under a lot of stress, Ash. I think it would be a good start at least." Cameron added, shrugging his shoulders.

"Get your guys, and you tell them to come here." Asher stood up and walked into the office.

Justin walked out, dialing is phone and everyone just stared at me. I looked down and shrugged my shoulders.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat." I finally said and they all looked away, except Alex.

"What, Alex? What did I do this time to make you mad?" I sat up and glared at her, if looks could kill she would be dead right now.

"Don't give me that shit," she growled. "You know what you did, you're lucky I don't fucking cut your head off." She clenched her jaw looking away.

"Try me." I rose an eyebrow, trying to be spiteful.

She lunged at me, almost reaching my neck. I stood up and made my body heavy, she bounced off of me and landed on the ground.

Getting back up, she charged at me and I grabbed her hair, she grabbed mine. It was quite the tangle. (ha! Get it?)

I could feel everyone watching, they were all making weird noises like "oooh! Get her! Get her! Oooh!"

I finally pusher her off, but before she went down, she grabbed my cheek with her nails bringing me down with her.

I heard Justin's voice behind me, "What the fuck?! Get the fuck off of her!" He yelled, pulling her off of me and pushing her behind him.

Helping me up, he stood in front of me and glared at Alex.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He growled, out of breath. I guess his adrenaline was pumping just as fast as mine.

Alex wasn't really replying, she was more just breathing loudly.

"There's nothing wrong with me! I just fucking hate her!" She stood up, wiping her arms and fixing her hair.

"That's not a fucking excuse." He shook his head at her. "Just get out of here." Justin pointed to the door and turned to face me.

My face was bleeding profusely at this point, from her nails being dug into my cheek.