Perilous

Chapter 14

"Do some fucking stupid shit like that again Dre. Think. Just think with that dull skull of yours for Christ sake. You pistol whipped her. God your so lucky I didn't kill you!"

"She doesn't care for you. Ole boy right there said it and she ain't deny it. Get a grip, Marshall. She isn't for you."

"Man shut the fuck up. I don't want her."

"Good, no one is made for you Marshall. Thought you understood that?"

"You questioning me Dre?" Marshall said. I could hear him stepping closer to Dre.

"No sir just looking out for you."

I was hearing words, but I couldn't make out if it was a dream or not. My entire body and head felt like it was being melted by the sun, I felt so light and tired I wanted to keep feeling lost. But then a few more sentences were made out by people who weren't me and I started to gain my consciousness back - but damn I didn't want to. I didn't want to wake up and think about everything that's been happening, every emotion cursing through my body making me weaker by the second. I couldn't deal with the confusion anymore, I didn't want to.

I heard low murmurs coming from behind me then there was just silence left and I couldn't figure out what was happening. So many different thoughts running through my head before I knew it and my head began pounding, but I had to make sure I didn't look conscious enough.

In and out. Just breath, Amira. Don't wince.

I looked slightly over to Tristan with the corner of my eye. He looked so gone, so wet. He was still breathing. I sighed quietly in relief. His shoulders moved up and down with each breath he took. His curls were falling over his face to the point I could only see the outline of his defined jaw.

I looked around my surroundings and recognized we were seated by one another, our hands and feet clasped onto the handles and legs of the chairs.

"Take the video now. She's unconscious and he looks beat. No longer than 30 seconds." I heard I believe it was Dre say.

I heard quick shuffles and supposedly the sound of a video camera click in motion ready to film.

"Well hey there, you piece of shit. This is something small, nothing big just want to get this clear ass message to you. You see this girl? Ah what's her name again, Amira is it?" He gripped my chin and tilted it up. "Oh Jamal, see this is only the beginning. Back down your men and never think to cross foot near any of my faculties again or the next step for your sister here, is well, death." God I could feel that he was smiling through it all. How could he do that. "I have to go now my time is up, but here's another public service announcement: fuck off and good luck.

The video camera made a sound indicating it's off, but I left my eyes closed. I didn't dare open them just yet.

"Alright I think that might be good enough, we'll get information probably sometime this week once he sees we have her." Dre said.

Her. He meant me. They really do have me. He has. I started to feeling everything again, all at once.

"Aight." He said.

I could feel his stare on me. He probably knew I heard everything, my breaths started to become un even again. I wanted to open my eyes so he could feel the hate in them as I stared deeply into his.

But of course, that didn't happen. It couldn't happen.

"Pick Tristan up and take him into the room. Make sure his hands are still tied to the back of him once he's in there. I'll bring Amira in Ina bit."  Marshall exclaimed.

Unbuckling of straps from the chair Tristan was seated in quickly turned into Tristans body being dragged on the ground to the room with the door slamming shut. And finally, it was just the both of us again.

I heard a sound of another chair being dragged in front of me, and his body's presence right in front of me, waiting.

"I know you're awake, I felt your body get stiff and saw your eyes slightly flinch when I tilted up your chin." He sighed out.

I looked up and opened my eyes. My hair was all over my face, a mess. But I could still see his blue eyes, looking into mine then averting themselves to the rest of my body, then back to my eyes again.

"I-I dont understand you." I said to him.

"I don't understand why you'd flinch like that when I touch you." He said softly as he moved my hair behind my ears.

"If you touch me nothing good will come out of it, Marshall."

All he did was look at me - eyes furrowed.

"Besides" I continued, "you want me dead, don't you."

It was supposed to come out more as a question, but it came out as a statement. As if I already knew he truly wanted that. Me dead in spite of my brother.

"If I wanted you dead I would've already killed you." He leaned in closer whispering in my ear, "you make it unbearably hard for me Amira."