Why Can't I Stop? (Urban)

Chapter 27

Waltz POV
It now been 2 week since we got to the raggedy cabin in Tennessee and we couldn't find them. It was a set up I lost my first Group of boys. I can't keep doing this, my heart is sinking. My brother contacted me and I meet him in Memphis.
"This is why I removed you from my daughter life, so shit like this doesn't happen every since she was young you wanted her to grow up like us. You dumb or slow. Damn man you if you wasn't my brother I would have been put a bullet in the middle of your skull. When did you start to meet with her again!" We are wasting time I need to get her back it is burning my skin. I watch the video over and over hoping to hear something in the background or clues something ,he's turning her into an addict and raping her. "When Waltz!" I really am tired of all of them I could get her back my damn self. "Since she was a youngin Man" I don't give a damn, he could see she has every bit of our Father in her she will slice a bitch neck and not think twice about. I know he felt that shit when she was born. "Give me one good reason not to kill you right now" We are wasting time we need to move onto the next city soon ass I get a hold of this fuckboy I'm going to kill him slowly.
"You want a reason ok, tell me right now you don't see dad in her eyes, you wanted to hide her true self I know from the day I watched her crawl around steal shit and was about to murder her own cousin because was about to tell on her. I knew she was going to be like us when she was 10 and she kilt her first man without flinching" I was on the verge of tears but I held that shit last time I cried was when my pops died. "So she doesn't really work at the footlocker? I should have known when she wasn't because she would disappear for days at a time and give us bullshit answers. So you was just send her on missions and assignment. You fuckin piece of shit, you know I put a fuckin HIT OUT ON MY DAUGHTER!, not knowing she was The Storm herself" I understand where he is coming from just I knew he was going to say no and wanted her to be grown in his fake ass bougie life.

My phone started to ring everyone had gather around.

"Well Well fucking WELL! I need to have my money Waltz I don't give a fuck how you get to me i need my money. I have a few Mexicans and Hell looking like she pissed of the Asians too cause i received a call and they want her." I had one of my tech track his call. "I am most certain you are tracking this as we speak, so i'll give you three days to get here, Mr.Andrews don't think I forgot nigga i want my shit from you too." and he hung up the phone up. "Did you get this bitch location?" I can wait to have is nigga blood leaking out his body slow.

Maddie/Storm POV

I have no clue what day it is. I have no clue who I am, Madison died the day I became, Maddie. Maddie died the day I became Storm. Storm she is building growing in the inside of me. I am  scared that if i make it out I would lose myself completely. I would become fiendish, malevolent, and the list grows.
We was in the mall buying stuff. I was tired of it all was early in the day and barely anybody was in the mall. Hell it was small but we also in ton the middle of no where. I grabbed a few underwear and three pairs of soft shorts a sports bra a bathing suit that was a must it had checkers and flames on it. Next store I had got a silk robe and some thigh high socks a grey pair and black pair and white pair.
We finally finished Day pulled up to CVS and told us to get hygiene products and gave Tasha his card she was looking pale and sick.
"Day I don't feel good can you go damn you kn-" she open the door and was throwing up.
"Damn y'all get out" and snatch the card from her. I grab dove a fluffy loofa and shampoo and conditioner I grabbed two of everything thing because Sapph been dragging and just stand behind me she wouldn't move until I did. I looked up at her she was trapped in her own mind. I just shook my head and grab a few toothbrushes and tooth pastes.
Deep down I have feelings for her. I tired being strong for the both of us be I couldn't the more I tired the more it hurt.
We walked by the hair dyes "Here this one for you and this color for you" he tossed them in the basket I did think to argue other wise he wouldn't give me my fix. I'm starting to sweat headaches and all it's been 3 days since he gave me enough thing I just want a little dose. But since I pissed him off he's punishing me. He grabbed two ginger ale and we left out the door.
As I got into the van I look around felt like we was being watch. I little life pumped in my heart, I little piece of me woke up. Maybe Waltz didn't forget about me. I looked straight ahead and saw my surroundings look like we are heading to Arizona. Please I'm tired of being his puppet. As soon as I get the chance to leave I want to put a bullet in the back of his head. Hope he doesn't die right away. I want him to feel every pain I was put through. I was knocked out of my train of thoughts with a slap across my face. "When I ask you a question you answer me, now which one of your sleeping with Daddy tonight?" I still didn't say anything. "Daddy I would love to why you asking for?" He look at Tasha like she was a peasant. "Bitch first of all your mouth smell like you throw up a dead cow then decide to eat horse shit, get the fuck out my face" she sat back in the seat arms crossed.
I think I want you tonight and he softly drug his hand down her face to her neck. I look and saw tears streaming down her face. She is still crying, I've cried that first week with his ass that I'm all out of tears. The last time I cried was a few days ago when he didn't give me any drugs. I was more hurt by that than this entire situation. Who would have known that drugs could make you feel like you are the only being with the ability to be happy and feel great and live forever.
"Get out we finna have a party my partna just hooked us up with the presidential suite, fellas guard the door grab all this shit Tasha get them cleaned up and you please get cleaned up cause you look like a dead manatee." Day order everyone got out the vans and head up to the suite. I looked around saw this beautiful hotel to bad it'll be fucked up after we leave.
Day shoved us inside his crew was starting to turn up but he shut they ass down "look the master is my we keeping these bitches in the room over there and y'all niggas to fight over who get the beds in the order room" those niggas started to take off running like elite track stars.
2 hours later I sat on the bathroom counter looking in the mirror. My golden blonde brown hair is now black of all color this nigga grabs black dye. My skin is pale, my nails need to be done. But I just worked with what I got I clipped them and flies and shaped them into coffin shape. I looked through the bags of this stuff we have and found vampires looking red polish and painted my nails and toes. I waited until they dried. I completely forgot Sapph was in the bathroom with me. She sat on the ground knees into her chest whispering to herself. She looked good with her hair color. It was a sandy brown. Day had a bitch come up and to our hair the only good thing this bastard has done. I plugged up the curling iron deciding to curl my hair instead of having it bone straight. I'm going to party tonight fuck what Day has to say. If I have to fuck one of his homeboys to get my fix then so be it.
"How are you so calm?" She barely said over a whisper. I looked through the mirror at her.
"Drugs" she shook her head and put her head down and begin to rock.
I decided to wear some black and white shorts that was so soft my cheeks peek out the bottom just a little bit and a white fitted spaghetti strap top. I put lip gloss on. One last look in the mirror and I was heading out the bathroom.
"You probably want to push pass the mopping and get dress before Day come looking for you and you really going to be crying suck that shit up and take it like a G, make the best out of it get high and just say fuck it."
With that I open the door and left out the guard was standing by the door. I knocked and he opened the door. The smell of weed already hit me. I walk to the couch and took the blunt from a young looking boy he can't be more than 16 and I hit that shit it was time to turn up.
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Few mistakes decided to just write and clear my head for a bit. But enjoy 😉
Xoxoxo—-Shann