Demons (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Demons

Chapter 16

Vanessa

I woke up in a cold, dark, damp room. I felt out the lumpy mattress I was laying on, to see if I was alone. To my displeasure, I was all on my own.

I heard a heavy door being pushed open at some corner of the room. Light from outside blinded me for a few seconds.

"I'm glad to see you're finally awake, my beautiful. How did you sleep?" I heard a raspy voice ask. I flinched at the sound of it.

"I'm glad to you finally grew the balls to kidnap me again. Did you have to used penis enlarging pills to grow?" He growled at me. I inwardly smiled, knowing I hit a small weakness of his. No pun intended.

"I would watch myself I were you, Vanessa. You're in my territory now so don't test my patience."

I smirked, getting up from the mattress and walking over to Ricardo.

"You should really stop saying all of these baby threats. It's not like you'll actually go through with them." I patted his chest and walked out of the room, entering what looked like a garage. There is where I saw all of my fathers old workers. Though it's been more than 10 years since I've seen these guys, I still remember their faces clearly.

Four guys sat at a table in the middle of the room, playing a heated game of poker. Another three sat on a beat up sofa that was place in front of a television set. There was a girl sitting on the floor in between all of their legs. I rolled my eyes. So damn typical.

"Hows it going boys? Miss me much?" I asked, smirking. They all stared at me, as if they didn't recognized who I was.

"You surely remember me right? You sons' of bitches killed my--"

The pressure of someone grabbing me by my hair struck my attention. My small body is flung across the room, rolling into cases of liquor in the corner of the room like a bowling ball. I gasped in pain with every breathe I took. A sticky, red liquid ran down my forehead and the side of my face.

Ricardo was in front of me in the blink of an eye.

"You listen to me you little bitch. You will not talk to any of us in a such way as you just did. Respect us, you pesty little girl. Am I clear?" He seethed. I spit in his face.

His eyes closed tightly. His hand lifted to his face, slowly but angrily wiping my saliva off.

I heard a hand connect to someone's skin and felt a sting run through my face. It took me a minute to realize what he did.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's not nice to hit people? Especially women?" I said angrily. Laughter erupted around the room.

"Ricky, you like to pick the funny whores don't you?"

I used the bottom of the torn dress I was wearing and tried to wipe the blood trickling down my face. I got up from my spot on the floor, ignoring all pain running through my body.

"I'm gonna go clean up, Ricardo." I brushed passed him towards the door leading to and empty hallway.

"Whatever. Don't try anything funny 'cause--"

"'Cause there's cameras all around and guards all around the perimeter of this damn house. Tell me something I don't freaking know."

And with that, I slammed the door behind me. I found the room full of everything I needed. First aid kit, cloths, toiletries. How did I know all of this would be here? Let's just say this isn't the first time this has happened.

I took a quick shower and stitched up my wounds afterwards. I left my hair alone to dry naturally and went to find the kitchen. When I did, I found what I needed to make myself a sandwich.

"I'm hungry, make me a sandwich too," Ricardo boomed when he came into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.

"Make it yourself, jerkoff." My hair was yanked back and a knife was brought to my neck.

"What did you say, slut?" He growled.

"I said to make it yourself, you damn jerkoff. I'm not your damn slave." My body was thrown to the ground and I felt his steel toed boot hit my ribs hard. Something snapped inside of me. I gasped in pain.

"Don't you ever fucking talk to me that way. You will lean to respect your elders, understand? Huh, little girl?" I cringed when he spit in my face while talking. Ricardo grabbed me by my hair and yanked it again.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" He yelled.

"YES I UNDERSTAND YOU!" I yelled back, holding back a cry when he let my head crash back to the tile floor. Footsteps faded in the background as darkness overcame my whole body.