My Protector

Chapter 4

I guess I fell asleep cause now it feels like I am sitting in a chair and my hands are tied up. What is going on?

I can hear faint murmuring in the background not far from me. I can hear footsteps getting closer to me. Someone yanks the bag off of my head and there stands a tall handsome boy that I am guessing is about twenty or nine-teen at least. He has tattoos on both of his arms and has a white T-shirt. Something tells me that he doesn't get along with people very easily, just the look on his face says it all. His mouth curls into a grin and why does he keep on staring at me like that.

"What are you looking at? I ask scornfully.

"A little feisty aren't we?" he says. A grin crawls onto his face. Just the way he does that makes me want to go right up to him and punch him right in his jaw and leave him there on the floor. I would if I could, but I am tied up to this stupid chair.

"What do you want from me!" I yell. It echoes through the large cement plastered room.

"Well, let me put it this way so you can understand. You heard something that you wasn't supposed to hear and you know that, so now you are going to stay here until I figure out something to do with you. Got that doll face."

I just wanted to yell, but nothing came out not even air. Right now my lungs are yelling for air, but I cannot attempt to breath nor can I speak. "Whatever, you can't keep me here for long and you know that. Just let me go and I will be on my way not bothering a soul."

"I would do that, but I don't really that is a good idea since I don't know who you are and you don't know me, but since you insisted the door is that way." He points to the door and smiles. "Wait a minute, I forgot you cant cause your tied up. My bad doll face." He laughs right in my face and the other people behind him starts to fill the whole room with laughter too.

He thinks this is a joke! what the heck is wrong with him why does he think that he can tie me up and joke around like nothing is serious here. He is a total douche bag and total more. If I could say every word in the book I would, but I wont take the chance getting in more trouble with these people.

"What is wrong with you! You think this is a joke or something well let me tell you something you are messing..." He puts one of his hands on my mouth to where I cant finish the rest of my sentence. I cant breath and he tightens his grip on my mouth.

He finally lets go and steps back and bends over to where his face is only a couple of inches away from mine. He smells like tobacco and beer.

"You might want to watch your pretty little mouth before you get yourself into deep shit and you don't want that do you?" he asks and I shake my head no in response. "Good that is what I thought. Someone untie her and put her in the empty room and lock the door. We don't want her to escape and make sure the window is locked too," he says then walk out of the large room.

I see everyone looking straight at me which is making quit uncomfortable. Finally, someone walks over to my direction and unties me. I rub my wrist from where the rope was at and now it is really sore and red. He thinks that he can just do this to me and lock me up for who knows how long. Why do I get into these type of problems with people so quickly? Once I get out of one situation there is always another one waiting for me right behind it.

the guy leads me to the dark cold room and he turns on the light. The ray of light blinds me and makes my eyes go big.

"Its cold in here," I say in a quivering voice.

"Yea well you better get used to it cause your gonna be here a while," he says in response.

I walk over to the empty bed and I sit down on it. The guy walks over to the window and makes sure it is locked Im guessing. He walks out and shuts the door behind him. I can feel the tears clouding my eye sight and I throw my hands on my face. Why can I do anything right for once in my life! Its not like I am going to be out of here any time soon like they said so I might as well get use to it.

I put my head on the pillow and turn on my side facing the wall. I lay here a few minutes before I hear the door open slowly. I turn my head and see a women standing outside of the door.

"Boss told me that you might be hungry and so I brought you this," she says smiling.

"Thanks."

"No need for that. Listen you don't have to be afraid of him ya know right."

"Who are you talking about?" I ask.

"Hayden. Boss's name is Hayden. Don't say anything about me telling you his name ok or he will kill me."

I can see the fear in her eyes. She tells me not to be afraid of him and yet she is all worried about me telling someone that his name is Hayden and that he will kill her if he knew. Wow she really does know how to make a conversation. These things I don't understand about people.

"Why should I not be afraid of him? I don't even know you guys and yet ya'll captured me and brought me here! This is not where I am supposed to be at all! Why is my life so fucking messed up!" I yell. I can feel the tears fill my eyes again and the river comes. I cuff my hands over my face and just sit here embarrassing myself even more. She sits the pizza down on the lamp table and sits down on the bed beside me. She rubs my back a little and says don't worry over and over again until I stop crying. Why is she even doing this I don't even know her at all and she is doing this.

"Where am I anyways?" I ask.

"Well this is our hide out."

"Are you guys a gang or something that has been going around here and stealing things?" I ask.

"Yea. You have heard of us?" she asks.

"You guys are all over the news lately and all that other stuff." Her eyes go wide for a minute which worries me. She walks out of the bedroom leaving me here in my own sorrow without saying a single word. Why the heck did she just leave like that without saying anything, but how did I not know that was going to happen.

This must mean that Hayden or whatever his name is the gang leader? I did not see this coming at all even though I know something was going on when everyone was acting scared around him. This crap is really messed up and the things that I get my self into and this is not making anything better!

I roll back over and I close my eyes. Before I know it I fall into a deep sleep not remembering anything just that I am really tired. I hope that tomorrow will be better than today. It might not be better cause I ma stuck here, but I shouldn't be as bad as today was. All I need to do is just hope for the better.