Perfect Timing

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"My head." I groan, I grab my head slowly and apply pressure to the needed area and use the other hand to hold myself up. When I start to finally wake up I jump up and look around, I'm laying on a dirty bed in a room with no windows, a single chair in the corner of the blood stained room, where am I?
"Hey, assholes! Let me out!" I yell banging on the door once I finally find myself being able to stand without losing balance from this headache. But nobody came this metal door which is causing my hand to turn red and burn from banging on it so hard. The door finally opens just when i was about to give up and a man steps in with a tray of food. He hands it to me then takes five steps back, I look down at the tray, a ham and cheese sandwich with water. I raise my head up and wait for him to leave but he never does.
"We know you were a part of that shooting," he says. What is he talking about? I look at him with such anger, how could I be a part of some killing? I'm just a bartender.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I stand up slowly closing the distance between us. He takes a few steps back once I'm less then two feet away from him. His face hardens and his eyebrows furrow, he's losing his patience.
"I'd suggest sitting down young lady," he says, pushing me up against a wall. My body was slammed harshly against the cold concrete wall, it knocked the air right out of my lungs. I could feel my throat go dry, I cry out in pain when I try to move my head, I reach to the back of my head and my hand is slick with blood.
"I don't like you talking back, it's not very ladylike." He says quietly, he taps my face with the tips of his fingers and then roughly grabs my jaw bringing my face closer to his. I cry in pain and start hitting him with my hands balled up in fists. He lets go over my face and takes a step back, I grab my jaw and gently massage myself and sit back down on the bed. in touch the back of my head again and feel my hair wet. I look up at him as he is still standing waiting for me to answer.
"Well, for one, I don't like being kidnapped but here I am." I tell him as I smear the blood from my hands onto the bed.
"Don't make me mess up your pretty little face, now tell me, why were you there?" I stood up to him and gently laughed to myself. He grabs my arm about to do something to me until another guy comes in here and distracts the guy holding me. He was distracted i told myself, perfect time to try. i grabbed his arm and twisted his hand behind his back pulling him to the front of my body as he groans in pain.
"What do you want?" I growl at the red head by the door, he looks at the scene in front of him in total shock, his face went from shock back to a relaxed one.
"Let him go, he's going to leave and I just want to talk." He murmurs stepping into the room slowly making his way towards us. I drop the guys hand and push him into the other guy. The guy turns around about to slap my across the face when the red head grabs him and pushes him out of the room. He closes the door and sits down in the chair and waits for me to do something. I sit back down on the bed and eat the food that was given to me.
"Information, is what we are looking for from you." I hear, I stop chewing and let the quietness hold me bare. I swallow my food and allow myself a minute before i start to speak again.
"There is nothing I can give you, I know nothing," I repeat crossing my arms over my body, my body goes chill for an unknown reason.
"Come on, don't make me force it out of you." He says with a smirk trying to create an intimidating factor about him. I'm more afraid of a clown than him, he looks like a young kid, why is he here?
"Try me." I laugh to myself. He comes up to me and grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back, I can feel my hair ripping out of my skin and my scalp burning from the cuts being added to my scalp. I cry out in pain and grab his hand trying to get him to stop pulling any harder then he is.
"You really don't want me to do that." He whispers in my ear quietly as I scratch at his hand, tears begin to fall from my face. I can't let him think he has the upper hand, i need to prove myself innocent. He can't just touch me and get away with it, no man ever will again.
            I let go of his hand and let my hands fall to my side, he slowly lets go of my hair and takes a step back with a grin on his face. It's silent in the room besides my breathing, I don't lift my head up and i whisper.
"Let's see about that," Within five seconds flat I was kicking him in the balls and kneeing his face when he bent down to hold his groin. He groans and holds his nose in pain as well. i push his body against the hard wall and listen to the smack of his head making contact with the wall, i bring my hand around his neck and squeeze it as hard as I could, watching his face go from red to blue.
"You bitch!" He chokes out, i tighten my grip around his neck as he tries to fight me, when the guy from last night walks in. My blood goes cold and I freeze, the red head breaks free of my hold once he felt my grip loosen. I look at the man in shock and feel cold like I did earlier.      But immediately I am being knocked off my feet from a hard punch to my face. i look up and see the red head coming towards me when the man finally speaks, it was deep, and rough, he sounds as if he has smoked quite a bit during his life time.
"Matt, go." Matt stares at me and is heaving heavy and I watch as his still clenched hands turn white, but he doesn't say a word and leave the room grumbling as he closed the door behind him.
"Sit." He demands, I jump at his sudden harshness and lift myself up onto the bed. His words are laced with venom and his eyes are emotionless, seems lonely to me, my eyes never leave his as he steps forward and into the dimly lit area so I can finally see his face. my body betrayed me and immediately gasped in astonishment. His face is relaxed and his eyes dark, he looks dangerous.
"Listen, love, I make the orders and people listen, if you don't listen I will physically do it myself, it's your choice." He states, grabbing the chair in the corner, brings it closer towards me and sits down in front of me. I stare at him and feel my stomach flutter in some sort of anticipation, my mouth goes dry and I feel trapped.
          How am I getting out of this, is there even a way to get out of this? How do I get out? I just want to go home and continue my life. I nod my head nervously looking away from him, I can still feel his gaze on me.
"Good you actually do listen." He nods as he just stares at me, this is the same exact guy who I saw staring at me the whole night before the shooting began, before i was abducted, before i was forced into being vulnerable. I tried speaking but he interrupted me before i could make out all my words. "Listen are we-"
"Shut up." He says interrupting me, I want to feel angry but I'm nervous, im already bleeding, and already in pain, I don't want more of it. I look up at him and roll my eyes and look down in my lap.
"What were you doing at the club last night?" Did he not see me working at all last night? See now, I already know that answer, since he saw me walk behind the bar and he saw me handing those girls shots, so why is he asking me this? He has to be joking?
"You should know, you stalked me the whole night." I reply and roll my eyes again, I watch him become rigged and could see him lose patience by the millisecond.
"I don't need attitude, just answer my fucking questions." He says, kicking the chair out of his way and pushing me down on the bed by my neck. I look at him with wide eyes and a dropped mouth since he is blocking my airways, I can feel my face heat up, i begin to see black dots all around us as he uses all of his strength to strangle me.
            I smack his arms hard and quickly feeling like I'm about to faint, his eyes are staring into my soul, I can feel him reading me, I see his face soften as a tear reaches his hand from my eyes. He releases me and I gasp for air as I cough at the same time curling up into a ball on the bed, i rub m neck as I regain my breathing pattern and he picks ups the chair and places it back down in the spot he placed it before he kicked it.
"What's your name?" He asks sitting back in the chair.
         I don't answer, I look at him and watch as his eyes grow darker. I shake on the bed and feel my neck, I can feel my heart pulsing through my skin at a rapid pace. I start to gasp for air as if my airways were closing on me again, I start to panic and cry as I begin to see the black dots again. he quickly gets out of the seat and comes close to me and begins instructing me on my breathing and makes me focus on my breathing. Once I regain my composure he backs away from me and sits in the chair and waits for me to calm down.
"Cleo."
"Pretty name for a pretty face." I don't say anything and look away from him as a tear falls from my face.
"A thank you would be nice." He growls, I can hear the chair scarp the floor and it makes me jump in fright.
"And so, would not kidnapping me." I state sarcastically as soon as I blurt that out for him to hear I shut my mouth panic.
"Being rude, now are we?" I could hear the excitement in his voice as he cracks his knuckles.
"I'm sorry," I say quickly afraid he might do something that I don't want to be done.
"I see someone is very sarcastic." He says crossing his arms and his lip twitch from slightly smirking but he tries to hide it with a miserable face.
"Duh- I mean, oh never mind," I say falling back on the bed tired of myself now too, I just want to go home, shower, call my doctor make an appointment and go to bed even though I know I shouldn't.
"I'm Jackson." He says putting his hand out for me to shake it, I stare hesitantly at his hand for a minute as he waits for my hand.
"Oh, now you want to be nice, after choking me?" I said slapping his hand away from me not accepting any part of him what so ever.
"Yes, now either shake my hand or I choke you till you pass out." He threatens putting his hand back out. I don't spare another second and sit up and I grab his hand and shake it for a second then drop it and wipe my hand on my jean leg.
"Are you hungry?" He asks tapping his fingers along his legs that were pressed inside his dark blue jeans.
"Let me think, I've been in here since God knows when, so yes, yes I am," I say feeling the back of my head again noticing the blood is not dried up and crusty, I make a sour face as I feel the crumbs of dried up blood fall onto my fingers.
"You won't get anything talking that way to me love." He says holding his hand out for me to take again, I really don't want to, that's a murders hand and lord knows what else.
"Grab my hand, Cleo." He says standing up. I slowly wobble to a standing position and grab his hand. he holds both of my hands tightly as i almost fall back to the bed. I finally gain my senses and release my hands from his
"Don't fight any of my men again, although it's very impressive since you're a girl." He smirks, I look up at him with angry eyes, did he just insult me for being a girl? Does he actually think its impossible to hurt a guy because I'm a girl? He needs to get in line too, I'm a woman and this woman can fight.
          I let go of his hand and slap him across the face, not feeling an ounce of fear, I watch as his head turns with my hand once it makes contact, I drop my hand and watch him slowly turn back to me and study him as he touches his face where my red mark is. He smiles and me and then it fades away with time.
"Love, you might be able to hurt my men, but not me, let's not do that again." He says pulling me out of the room making me stand right next to him as we walk together in this hallway filled with metal doors and dark hallways. I could hear machines and people screaming from inside of them, it makes my insides turn.
"Where am I?" I ask him to try to figure out if I'm at least still in New York.
"That's private, I still don't trust you, I most likely won't, just come one enough chit-chat." He says harshly walking down a long hallway, past a living room, into a more than large kitchen, capable of filling a school lunch room.
"What do you want?" He asks, letting go of my hand once we enter, who would have thought he would keep his kitchen clean, not even a single dish in the sink, the floor looks waxed, one point for him.
"Do you have-" A mans voice appeared from the entryway and by all means, I was shocked and most importantly, disappointing... Hunter. What is going on, I'm officially losing it right about now.
"Hey Jack, I can't come tonight, I have to take Kaylen somewhere unless you don't mind her coming along?" He says walking into the kitchen not noticing me. My whole body stills and I grip the counter in front of me. Is my life a lie, where are all the secrets coming from, and why are they all coming out now?
"She can come," Jackson announces, Jackson watches me tense up and his eye squint in interest, I shake my head and look away from him and over towards Hunter. Once Hunter finally enters the room his eyes widen once he sees me, he looks as if he has just seen a ghost, his eyes are large and he looks ashamed.
"Hunter Green! What the hell is going on!?" I yell at him. He looks at me then looks in the direction of Jackson. I look over at Jackson then back at Hunter, by the time my eyes met his he gained his composure and didn't attempt to explain himself to me.
"Speak," I murmur, he doesn't respond and nods his head at Jackson and turns away and leaves me alone with this stranger who I'm beginning to think is Hunter's boss. Where did all of my friends go? What is Hunter involved in and why does he have my best friend following him like a lost puppy?
"Asshole!" I yell towards Hunter's nonexistent body. Jackson looks at me and shows the faintest smile a man can mask. His eyes hold something his body is demanding not to be shown, but I can sense it. He may be stronger but my senses will always be stronger.
"Nothing is funny, so wipe off that smirk," I demanded. As soon as he realized I noticed he went back to looking angry and frustrated and stepped closer towards me, but he takes a deep breath and goes back to his original spot.
"Look I don't have time for this. Why were you at the bar?" He says leaning against the counter crossing his arms looking at me like a sweet innocent boy, but we all know he isn't, especially from those tattoos showing all over his neck, head, and arms.
"I work there for crying out loud, I'm a bartender, I make money by making alcoholic beverages!" I scream stepping away from the counter and walking to the other side towards him but maintaining my distance. He walks up to me and grabs me by the neck and pushes me against the closet door.
"Jack-son, stop!" I cried out, I grab his arm with both my hands and try tearing his hand from around my neck, his face is red and full of frustration. Tears fall down my face as I become hot and feel like my head is about to explode it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head.
"I warned you, nobody yells at me and gets away with it!" He screams in my face, pushing me harder into the door, he loosens his grip but its still there keeping me trapped in his grip.
"I-I can't breathe," I said grabbing his hands trying to pry them off again, but it's useless, he's too strong, and I'm weak compared to him.
"Good." He says with a smirk that reminds me of a sinister, he looks almost happy to watch my crumble beneath him.
"Please?" I cry letting a tear fall down my face onto his hand. When I looked back up to his face, I think, I think I saw a flicker of shock in his eyes mixed with a little sadness, but then they went back to emotionless with the snap of a finger.
"Alright." But as soon as he releases my neck from his fingertips I fall to the ground and cough looking up at him before I pass out again.

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