Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

*Chapter 3 - Just A Broken Flower Pot

Chapter 3 - Just A Broken Flower Pot

"Why the fuck are you in her room?" He practically shouted at Jordan.

"Why the fuck are you claiming her as property??" Jordan screamed back at Ray.

Ray looked at me in surprise, fury burning in his eyes. "You slut. You told him everything didn't you?" Ray chuckled when he continued. "Wow. You are so fucking-"

"WEAK! I KNOW I'M WEAK. You don't have to tell me something I already know. I thought you would figure this out by now, considering how many times you've seen me cry." I cut him off and then continued. "You wanna know why I wear this hoodie? Sure, I look weak on the outside, but what I hide under this jacket is sure a hell of a reminder that I am strong. I'm tired of hiding this from everyone." I said, anger in my voice as I pulled off the jacket.

Both Jordan and Ray gasped, followed by a look of sympathy. When I pulled off the hoodie, all that showed was scars. Everywhere. My arms, neck, wrist, you name it. Sure, there was a tank top,  but you could definitely tell that there were more slits under the clothing.

"I don't need your pity, okay? I can handle it, so if you're going to claim me as property, you better fucking expect a fight, because I'm not going down without one.

"But-" Ray said before I cut him off again.

"Scratching a message on a bed doesn't mean anything, okay?"

"Yes, but-"

"Kissing me until I faint doesn't mean anything either. It just shows that you're dominant, but we all already knew that. I don't need to be reminded." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I crossed my arms to show that I didn't care anymore.

"I'm not going to fight a girl! Let alone an already shattered one." He screamed.

"Shattered? Do you think I'm a fancy vase or something? 'Cause if that's the case, then I'm just a broken flower pot that was super glued back together. You don't need to worry about breaking me again." I chuckled. That comment earned a snort from Jordan, which boosted my confidence higher than this mansion. However, Ray's brown eyes showed that he was hurt.

"A-again?"

"Well yeah. Did you seriously think that I wasn't hurt from the last... scene? It's painful when you see that your being treated like a toy and not a human being."

Silence.

"Keep your pity. I'll just have you know that we will not be claiming property without an argument. I'm not the cliche 'Oh, I'm so helpless, so I'm just going to get a case of Stockholm Syndrome to wash away my problems' kind of girl, so don't expect me to change." I threatened.

Ray just nodded as Marcus walked in.

"What's taking you guys so long-" Marcus paused to see me without my hoodie, Jordan guarding me, and Ray looking down with gloom.

"Um... So dinner is ready if you guys want it... I didn't see anything." Marcus said. His hands were in the air saying that he was innocent, as he walked out of the room.

Cue more silence.

"Welp, good chat. I'm hungry." Jordan said, making us snap our attention his way. "I'm fine if you guys starve, but Ray, if you make another move on her, I will beat you to a fine powder, and sell you to a drug store." He threatened, walking out of the door.

I sighed. "Ray, I forgive you, okay? But I'm hungry too, so I'm gonna eat. Sulk in here all you want, but I want you outta here by bedtime." I mocked, walking to the door, and patting him on the back as I passed him.