He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seventeen

The metal rod touched my back. I smell the skin burning. I don't move in fear of making it worse. I hear them both laughing from behind me. I keep my eyes closed. I feel the cigarette being pressed into my back. The heat radiates through my skin and I have yet to flinch.

"Babe, I think she's broken." She whines. "Look, she already has scars. Why didn't you get a fresh one?" She sounds like she is getting mad.

I roll my eyes. They're so stupid. I sigh and close my eyes. Hopefully I get a chance to escape.

"Did you just sigh?" He asks.

"Well someone's deaf." I say with a sarcastic tone.

"Get it." He says with his voice calm.

I hear her heels walk towards the other side of the room. The rummaging from the closet concerns me, but I lie still. I close my eyes. They're trying to put me in pain, but I've been through this before, so my body is used to it. My father broke me, and I will never give anyone the satisfaction of doing it again.

I hear a fire start up. They're heating something up. It takes a few minutes before they say anything else to me.

"I hope you're ready." He says with a laugh. He unties my arms and legs. I'm turned onto my back and he sits between my legs. The lady hands him a long rod with a design at the end. I keep my face together, but I'm freaking out about it on the inside.

He smirks and place the brander just below my lady area on my left thigh. He presses it firmly into my leg. I pierce my lips together and scrunch my face to keep from screaming.

He holds it there until the metal is cold. He smirks.

I can feel the swelling beginning to form. I look over and see them kissing. The metal rod is leaning against the bed. When they are pressed against the wall, I slowly scoot toward the edge of the bed. I grab the stick and lift it slightly. They don't notice I move so I stand with the brander.

I tiptoe to them and hit him in the head. I immediately grab his gun and point it at her. "Give me the keys." I say sternly.

She grabs a pair of keys from her pocket and hands them to me.

I grab her arm and push her in front of me, keeping the gun to the back of her head. I walk her out the room and to the front where fights are still happening. Everyone turns and stares. "If anyone makes a move, I will fucking kill her." I say. "Take me to your car." I whisper in her ear.

She starts leading me through a side door. A light turns on and multiple cars sit inside the garage.

"Which one are these keys for?" I ask.

She doesn't say anything.

I cock the gun next to her head. "Let's try this again. Which car?" I ask once again.

She points to a black BMW. I walk with her to the driver's side door. I make her open the garage door. I open the door and shoot her in the knee. I can't let her go because she would just follow me. I slam the door and start the car. I speed out the garage. I race down the rods toward my house. As I pull up to my apartment I see Emily's car parked out front.

I put the car in park and rush through the front door. I'm still completely naked so I try to take the back routes to my apartment on the fifth floor. My door is cracked open. I steady the gun in my head and push the door open. Francesca is laying on the couch making out with a random guy.

I point the gun at the man. "Get out." I say firmly.

He jumps and grabs his shirt. He runs out the apartment and doesn't even look back.

I go into my bedroom and start pulling out large suitcases. I have a full walk-in closet, so it will take me a minute to pack everything. I start folding my clothes and placing them into a suitcase.

"Kalea, what are you doing? Why are you naked and have a gun?" Francesca asks from behind me.

"After you fucking left me at the party, someone followed me home and kidnapped me. They burnt me, raped me, and made me fight. I was lucky enough to have escaped. I'm leaving Italy. This place is nothing, but bad memories." I end my rant and continue to pack my things. I fill one of suitcases full of clothes. I grab the second suitcase and start putting more clothes in.

"You can't just leave me Kalea." She sits down next to me.

"I am. I'm not staying here." I say.

"Your 14. Where are you going to go? If you keep your name, they can still find you." She's trying to reason with me.

"I'm going to move to America. All I need to do is have a friend say they're my parent and get me on the plane. I'm going to change my name before I get there. I'll make money the same way I did here. I'll enroll in a school for delinquents. My fake identity will have my old records." I say with the whole plan mapped in my head.

"You can't be serious. You have assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder on your record. Don't you want a fresh start in America?"

"No." Is all I say when I finish my second suitcase. My third and fourth suitcase are filled with shoes. I finish cleaning out my closet and dresser. I grab a carry-on bag and walk to my safe. I pull out my cash and put it through the cash counter. It reads $56,934. I shove it into my bag and place it on my bed. I slip on a shirt, pants and some slip-on flats. I grab all my pictures and sentimental items. I wipe down all the surfaces and anything that can hold my fingerprints.

I go outside and call a cab. Francesca is following me.

"Please don't leave me Kalea." She begs.

"I'm leaving, and nobody is stopping me." I say.

My cab arrives, and I get inside.

It takes me to an old friend's warehouse. I get out and take all my luggage and bags out the trunk. I whistle twice and make a bird noise.

A side door opens, and a man walks out. "Who are you?" He asks cautiously.

"I'm here for Tiller." I say ignoring his question.

"Who are you?" He asks again moving his hand to his hip.

"Keep the gun in your pants. He knows me now help me with these bags." I say grabbing to and walking to the door. I punch in the passcode and open the door. I look at the man expectantly.

He rushes down the stairs and grab my bags, bringing them to the door. I walk inside. I tried to be polite, but that didn't work, so now I'm going to be forceful. I go inside and walk to the table in the middle where Tiller sits. I place my luggage next to the table and sit in his seat. "Go get him." I say waving him out.

He walks away to another room.

A few minutes later, Tiller walks into the room with his gun drawn.

"Put that shit away." I say rolling my eyes.

He drops his gun. "Do you know how fucking dangerous it is for you to be here?" He says angrily.

"Yes, but I need a favor." I look at him.

"I can't." He crosses his arms.

"I need you to be a parent and get me out the country." I cross my arms as well.

"Why do you need to leave the country?" He asks.

"I was attacked. It was worse than you know what. I need a new identity, history, and paperwork. My name will be Kacey Brown." I say not giving him a chance to talk.

He sighs, "Fine. Give me a bit to get all this together." He walks away and I lean back.