Young Love & Deceit

Eight

As soon as we stepped into the hallway, There was music blasting and it reeked of weed and liquor. There were men smoking, women too. The whole place was filled with people and that's when I realized I was in a house, but not just any house. "Am I in a trap house", I asked Micheal. "Yes you are," he sounded annoyed," stop asking so many damn questions." He gripped my wrist tighter, and dragged me into a room. There were two men standing by the door, and another man smoking and sitting on a couch in front of a large bed. The man on the couch was surrounding by women smoking a laughing. Micheal sat me in a chair in the corner of the room and tied my hands behind my back. "That's exactly who you think it is, beautiful. That's our Dad. I will be leaving you in his capable hands. I'll see you later. Have fun, beautiful." he whispered all this in my right ear. Every time he called me beautiful, I wanted to punch him in the balls."She's all yours pops." he said leaving the room and smiling at me at the same time. Just digusting. He makes me sick. After Micheal left the room, so did the women that were on the couch. Jameal's father stood up from the couch, and walked over to and whispered something to both of the men standing by the door. They both walked over to me and untied me. They lifted me up off the chair and placed me on the couch where Jameal's father was sitting. Jameal's father walked by over to the couch and sat down on the other side opposite of me. He motioned me to move closer to him, I remained in my frozen position.  He smiled and looked me dead in my eyes," Come here Hailie and let me get a good look at you please?!" he said nicely but firmly. I was angering him somehow by not answering him. I could tell he was his Jameal's father, Jameal is hot headed and short tempered like his father when he doesn't get what he wants. I screamed when he grabbed and pulled me closer to me, I fought at first but then he squeezed my arm, causing me pain and me giving in to fighting his grip. He laid me on his chest and began stroking my hair, with every stroke, I shook with absolute fear. "Your even prettier than I thought, boy, does Jameal know how to pick em or what?" he said raising my chin and face to look at me, his eyes were filled with pure evil. He wasn't planning on letting me live, I just know he wasn"t. He made sat me up straight but kept his arm around me, and continued to play with my hair. I jumped when he first spoke,"My name is Ross, and as you probably already know, I am Jameal and Micheal's father. I'm sure Jameal has told you many good things about me as he should have, But the truth is I am an cruel, mean, and vicious man. So I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations. But frankly, I don't give a damn!" he said chuckling. Ross' laugh was demonic, sending chills through my body. I began to cry. I couldn't help it, I was kidnapped, raped, and now I am meeting boyfriend's father for the first time and he is going to kill me. Isn't this great?! "It's funny I didn't even know you existed until earlier today, and...." he paused and stared at me like he was hungry. "Stop looking at me like that" I said to him. He snapped out of his trance" Why beautiful?" he asked me. I got angry the split second I heard the sound of the "b" slipped between his lips. I wiped my tears," Because you don't even know me and your standing there calling me beautiful." I hesistated to speak at first but I said what I had to say. "You don't know me either, or Jameal, or your brother Christopher for that matter." He said. I turned my head and stared at Ross. "How do you know my brother?!" I asked him. He laughed and got up from next to me. The two men were now in the back of the room, and Ross went to speak to them. The door was maybe 10 feet away from me. My freedom was only 10 feet away. It was probably a bad idea but it could be my only chance of escaping. So, I went. I only got  to touch the door knob before Ross grabbed me and threw me on the floor. I tried to crawl away but Ross pulled me back by my leg. A second later I felt a brutal pain in my stomach. He kicked me, he kicked me in my stomach! Ross tied my wrists to the leg of the couch we were once sitting on. He grabbed the collar my sweat jacket and I felt a stinging in my cheek. He slapped me. He released me and kicked me in my stomach again, this time I gasped for air and I saw colors. I rolled around and whimpered in pain. I heard him chuckle above me, he moved my hair out of my face and grabbed my face, "Awe, don't run beautiful, you won't get far. Let alone, out!" he said jerking my head back causing my head to hit the leg of the couch hard. He laughed and left the room, followed by the two men. Leaving me on the floor, tied to the couch leg,crying my eyes out in pain, in the pain he caused me.