Taste of Poison

Chapter Four: King of the Underworld

PIA 

"What happened to you? I was so worried," Mom says as she hugs me.

We sit in my bedroom with my door shut. I would lock it but my dad broke my lock the last time my brother and I tried to hide in here from him while he and mom were having a fight. 

Mom and I are very close. I tell her almost everything; she's bascially my best friend. I have friends at school, but if my mom says she doesn't like somebody, I listen to her. When I don't, it almost always gets me in trouble. By trouble, I mean that this so-called friend ends up doing me wrong.

Something tells me that I shouldn't tell Mom about what happened last night though.

I let out a sigh as I try to find the words. "It was nothing. There was this mugger and...then..." 

"That man came to save you?" Mom asks with excitement.

She is a huge sucker for the whole "damsel in distress" thing. I think it's because she's waiting for her own Prince Charming to come and rescue her.From Dad, I suppose.

Unfortunately, I cannot even imagine Rock as a prince. He's way too...well, not a gentleman.

He's an arrogant ass with a lot of mental problems.

Aren't princes kind and gentle? They don't point a gun at you.

I guess I'm not princess material because I pointed the gun at him...

No. Hell no. I do not need to take any shit from this guy. He deserved to have a gun pointed at him. He deserved to be at the other end. He is the one that kidnapped me, tied me up and threw me in his truck. Not to mention, he was thinking about killing me. I may not be princess material. Who gives a fuck?

He shouldn't had treated me like that, and yeah, if I had another chance, I would point a gun at him again. I would make sure the gun wasn't on safe and blow the fucker straight down to hell.

He's a monster. He's a horrible person and very dangerous. Honestly, I need to go get some help before this gets worse.

"Yeah..." I lie.

I really don't like lying to Mom though. I want to tell her the truth, but I'm honestly scared. I don't know what that guy is capable of.

"That's so sweet. I can't wait to meet him!" Mom says happily.

I smile at her as she rambles on about how I should always listen to gut when choosing a guy. Blah, blah, blah... 

"Hey, Mom... I'm tired. Do you mind if I just sleep? I'll take a shower in the morning, I promise," I say quietly.

She pouts and her blue eyes widen but she nods. 

"Okay, okay. I'll see you in the morning then. Sleep well. I love you!" she says as she leaves my room and shuts my door behind her.

I sigh as I lean back on my bed and stare at the ceiling and then eventually close my eyes and think about the night...

"Gwen, I need to go. My dad will kill me if I'm not home," I tell her almost in a panic. I think he actually would kill me.

We were at this person's house party. I don't know who, but it was someone from school. He pretty much invited everybody, but there was a lot of drinking and some drugs. Honestly, I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to go back home; I didn't want to be involved with things like that.

It didn't help that we were in a bad neighborhood.

She pouts as she brushes back her shoulder length bleach blonde hair. "Fine. If you're going then I'm going too," she says.