17. Captive by an Old Friend

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Zey POV

I feel like I've been here for centuries. Nothing but silence except when they dropped food in but who can eat when so afraid. They tied me up where I can't move at all. How can they give me food I can't even touch.

They tried to feed me and I just kicked the person stomach. My frustration is too high. Everything around me is black to the point my own mental state is there.

It's annoying I just cry every day I miss my best friend. I miss Trigga I just want to feel his touch again. It's not fair. This is so fucked up to get caught up in this bullshit. If I get out of this god knows I will stay far from all this shit.

"Dam you look like shit." He said sitting by me

The disgusting voice he has just makes me want to shoot him.

" What do you want with me DeMarcus I've done nothing to you."

He chuckled "So you forgot you shot me?"  Grabbing my chin roughly.

Keeping my eyes closed. "Now we both know if I really wanted to kill you that you would be dead. Now what do you want."

I heard him sigh and my ropes were untied. My body was limp I couldn't stand on my own feet.

"Fuck" I heard him grunt.

He picked me up and put me in the bathroom I believe. It was a cold floor and all I felt in the next second was water running on me.
It felt so good.

Finally opening my eyes rubbing them with water I turned my head  to look at D. I didn't understand why he was being nice.

"What?" God his face pisses me off sometimes

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"What?"
God his face pisses me off sometimes.
"Just wondering what made you want to be nice to me."

He shook his head from the look on his face he looked sorrowful.

"I couldn't forgive myself if I left you like that believe it or not. I did you foul but you used to be someone who had faith in me."

I dropped my head in shame. Because he wasn't wrong but things had changed so much. I forgotten the way things used to be.

When I first met DeMarcus I was 15 and I just saw him as one of those popular idiots who thought they were better than everyone. But he was a sweet heart with a lot of problems. I was his friend and I believed he was above all the bullshit. But anything then what he's doing now to me and my twin. Back then nah there's no way I still see that sad boy. It's impossible.

"Yeah I used to hold you down but this was my treatment." I scoffed

"Yo I'm trying to be nice to your dumbass! I should've let one of my niggas rape yo ass the second you got here but I stopped him. You're ass is alive and untouched because of ME!"

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