Shattered Mirror

Chapter 5: Dangerous Rules of the Game

"Treat em like pollo, serve 'em, black suburban. Swervin, through the hood gettin head like turbans. Any job a good job so she get a blowjob. Suckin it from 9-5 that bitch workin. 12 up, 3 down"

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Amour

A cool breeze slapped my bare skin as I attempt to cover myself with my arms. My head started to hurt as if I was beat to a pole. My whole body shivered and I can feel the hairs on my body stick up.

"Shit! I'm ain't drinkin' no more!" I groaned but my voice was dry and raspy.

The room was pitch dark and smelled like straight up ass, mold, and weed. I shook my head and inhale, trying to get rid of the foul odor. There was nothing in here beside the chair I was sitting on with a duck tape on my mouth and ropes tied to my arms and leg, I'm guessing so I won't be able to run, and a table at the far corner of the room.

There was also a leak, dripping from the ceiling. The walls were a creme color and the floor was hard ware with some screws unscrewed. I looked around a bit more and noticed nothing familiar.

The door flung open, causing me jump and to shake a little with fear. One man stood at the doorway in a all black attire and with a ski mask on, so I couldn't see his face as he turned the lights on almost blinding me. He took steps closer to me as I pretended I was still knocked out.

The dude kicked the side of the chair. "Wake the fuck up! I kno' your ass awake!" He shouted with venom, dripping in his voice.

He kicked the chair again but I didn't move, afraid of what might happen that was until I felt something cold against my skin on my neck, a blade. I slowly opened my eyes and met the man's pure, icy eyes.

One rule that my pops taught me is to never show fear in any situation you in, he even got it tatted on him and that's what ima' do, not show an ounce of fear even if he can probably smell it on me.

He removed the blade away from my neck. "Aah! I was waitin' on your ass to wake up! I see you now decide to listen! Was that so hard baby girl?"

I mentally rolled my eyes and wrinkled my nose up at him.

He smirked and placed his crusty finger on my face, out lining my jaw. My body temperature was cold and I guess he noticed before dropping his finger.

"Do you kno' who I am?"

What a dumbass! Of course I don't know who you are since you got a ski mask on! I thought.

"You not gonna' answer my question? Huh?"

Now he was all up in my face and his breathe reeked of nasty fish like he just ate pussy. "Damn! Your breathe stinks! Did you brush yo' teeth dis' mawing!?"

Whap!

A cold barrel hit me on the side of my face and blood dripped onto my shirt from corner of my forehead. I knew I had just got pistol whipped. My mama always said my slick, smartass mouth will get me popped one day if I don't watch it and I guess today was the day.

The man chuckled, laughing as if getting pistol whipped is the most funniest thing in the world. "Bastard." I muttered.

He stopped chuckling. "Whatcha say?" he questioned.

"I said you a bastard!" I screamed.

The corner of his lips curved into a slick smirk. "You kno' your mouth gonna' get you killed or someone else gonna' suffer from you, maybe your fine ass mama." He walked out with a little pip in his step but he stopped, turning around and aimed his Beretta M9 towards me and fired one shot.

My body jumped and froze as I slowly opened my eyes and turned around to see a small hole, just above my head, in the wall behind me.

Damn it! I thought.

His hands touched the doorknob and he slowly opened the door. "Babygirl, you better watch it because your life is at stake. But I'm surprised you ont' remember me." With those last words he walked out.

Never show fear.

Never show fear.

My whole body was shaking because I have never been in this position before and I can barely remember what happened and how I got here until it everything finally kicked in.

Suddenly the music stopped playing, the lights went out and followed by gun shots were going off. I quickly panicked and started to run but quickly remember that Sage was here.

I couldn't see Sage but I could see some light coming from a phone and I knew it had to be Fatim using it as a source of light.

I started to take off and follow her but I was immediately pulled back in a tight hold and a muscular hand covered my mouth.

More gun shots went off as I kicked and scream. I was able to get a scream out but was slapped after so. The room was still pitch dark and I was still fighting for my life.

My elbow connected to persons stomach and that gave me an advantage to bite the person's hand that covered my mouth. I could tell the person was a man.

I could hear sirens coming down the street as I took off running towards the back room I spot when we first enter the house. My started to increase and I couldn't stop running.

I was half towards a corner when a car almost ran me over causing me to stop running. I couldn't see the driver due to my blurry eyes while I was running.

I felt a blow to my head and my body dropped to the ground and I was knocked the fuck out.

I was growing hungry and tired. My arms, legs and butt had officially went numb. It had finally dawned on me that I was kidnapped. My mom was probably having a heart attack right now. Harlem was probably doing who knows what and Fatim was probably going crazy inside.

The question is why am I being kidnapped? I have no beef with anybody.....not that I know of who would stoop so low as to kidnapping me. Is today April fools day? Nah.

Harlem's named zig-zag around my mind along with Sage. Where they the one who had beef with anybody and that person decides to kidnap me? It was really bothering me that I was questioning their loyalty towards me and they not even here.

The door opened this time and I was able to get a feel of the warm air coming from out the hall for the first time today. The same man peeked his head in with a evil smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Maybe you ont' understand the meanin' of being quiet and your life is at stake?" He said referring to when I was making noises with the chair by moving around.

I began to mumble something under the duck tape against my mouth and squirm around in the chair causing the chair to make noises again.

"Amour, one thing I ont' like is being disobey and ima' show you what happens when you disobey me." He slammed the door shut and I can hear his foot steps disappearing down the hall.

A couple of minutes later, next thing I know I can hear screams from the other room and I knew and recognized that scream from....anywhere.