Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 7: 2D's POV

    Paula has had me for me a few days now. I'm getting so tired of being stuck in her hellish prison. I get fed once a day. No cigarettes. I'm chained to the wall like a fucking dog. In my room, I only have access to a toilet and sink. That's it. There's a window but I can't reach to break it.
    I thought living on the tour bus sucked. This was a trillion times worse. I'd give my left nut just to have a bed and a room without roaches. Another thing I'm scared of besides whale. All I could do was sit and think about Murdoc and cry every night.
    My eyes were sore and swollen. I'm sure the usual bags I had under my eyes were a lot worse looking. I barely slept anymore. I hear steps coming towards my room. I'm sure I could guess who it was. The big, heavy metal door swung open. It was Paula and her gigantic bodyguard-type guys.
    "Hello, Stuart," Paula walked over and squatted down to talk to me like I was a damn child.
    "Hi, whore," I grinned at her. She frowned.
    "Careful. You might get your ass beat if you don't respect me,"
    "Then I guess I'm due for an ass beating. I respect that dead roach over there way more than I'd ever respect you," I spat at her. I better watch my mouth. Spending all my time with Murdoc has made me a huge smartass. I have no way to protect myself.
    "You're gonna regret saying that. Anyway, I came to ask a favor of you. Well, I'm here to tell you that if you don't do it, you and your little band could get hurt. I need you to write a little letter to your ex boyfriend, Murdoc. Let him know you left him for me and tell him you're tired of him hurting you," the words dripped from her lips like venom.
    "No. I can't do that. Murdoc has changed. He doesn't hurt anyone anymore. I can't hurt him," I protested.
    "That's fine," she said as the large man to her left pulled out a handgun. He put in one bullet, spun the chamber, and pointed the gun to my head "just know, my boys here aren't afraid to pull the trigger," she smiled venomously.
    "Paula, just let me go!" I screamed. The large man pulled the trigger and the gun clicked. No bullet this time. I better just shut my mouth.
   "That's what happens when you don't obey me. And Stu, I'd really hate to turn that blue hair red," she said as she gave me a piece of paper and a red pen "start writing, big boy," she tapped on the paper with her nasty, grown-out acrylic nails. She and her murderers left the room. I cried as I wrote the letter. My tears covered the paper. The ink was smeared and I'd probably be made to write it again. I slipped the paper under the door and laid down on the hard floor.
    "It's broken. Our love, Broken," I sang quietly to myself. I began to cry, which had now become part of my nightly routine. I missed Murdoc so much. I sat up and pulled on my blue hair as I sobbed loudly. Would I ever see him, let alone anyone, ever again?

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Questions of the day: Which chapter/situation from either Don't Count On It or Broken is your favorite? Is there anything you would change about my style of writing?