Drug Love

Chapter 30

Ty'Anna POV

My eyes slowly opened. It was dark. I tried to remember everything that happened, but my head was killing me. I tried to move my hands but I realized they were tied. I tried screaming, but my mouth was covered in duck tape. It was obvious that I had been kidnapped. Why? I thought. And by who? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door. A latch opened, and there was light coming from the corner of the room. Someone came walking in, with a gun on their hip. I stayed silent. The tall, dark figure walked towards me, turning on a light just a few feet away. I squinted, trying to look up at the person.

Michael: You dont look so good.

My eyes widened. I tried my hardest to scream for help and get away from him, ignoring the fact that I was practically sealed to this chair. He sighed, trying to keep calm after the chair fell over. He picked up the chair, sitting me upright.

Michael: Listen! You dont have to make this hard. Im gon take this tape off. And when I do, you not gon scream. Do you understand me?

I nodded my head as he removed the tape. I was pissed. Why the fuck was I here? What did I do?

Me: Why am I here?
Michael: Cuz ya mans got something we want.
Me: So?! WHAT THE FUCK THAT GOTTA DO WITH ME—

He grabbed my neck and looked me dead in my eyes.

Michael: Watch yo tone Tee.
Me: Or what?
Michael: Or Ima fucking kill you..

When he opened his mouth to talk again I spit in his face. He wiped his face and looked at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. He took his gun of his hip and swung it against my face. Pain overflowed my mouth. I spit out the blood that came with it. I looked up at him as he rubbed his face.

Michael: You one hard headed bitch, only making things worse for yourself. You walking on some thin ass ice.
Me: You talk good. If y-you wanted to kill me, you woulda did it a-already.
Michael: And if you wanted to get out of here alive, you would be cooperating instead of being the defiant bitch that you is.

He backed away from me and pulled up a chair and sat right in front of me. I thought about my past. Back when me and Michael were in a relationship. How could I have been so stupid? He continuously cheated on me, and I knew from the beginning. I guess I always told myself that he wasnt, that my mind was just playing tricks on me. I suppose he got tired of cheating, and decided to start abusing me. The abuse was more mental then physical. He wasnt always like that though. He used to love me. At least I thought he did. I dont even know what the fuck love really is.

Michael: You still got a chance to get outta here.

I looked up at him. He was lying. Why the fuck would he kidnap me, only to let me go? I know he got some kind of twisted ass plan. I just got to find out what it is, or simply beat him at his own game.

Me: How?
Michael: Do exactly what the fuck we tell you to do.
Me: Who the hell is we?

The door opened again and another tall figure came walking in. I couldnt tell who it was. He wore a suit and dress shoes with a shiny black cane with a lion on the top. He also had a gun on his hip. He coughed loudly as he got closer. He breathed in through his nose and sighed. I lifted my head more, trying to see his face. He came closer to me, and laughed. My eyes widened.

Mercedes: Dont be scared sweetheart. If I wanted to do something to you I woulda did it by now.
Michael: I was finna tell her how she could have a chance to get out of here alive.
Mercedes: No son, let her figure it out. She aint a child no mo.
Me: Son?!

I breathed heavily. I had to find a way out of this place. I began to sweat and my hands began to shake. I felt a sharp piece of the chair. I ripped it off. I started to cut at the tape that was tied around my hands, hoping they wouldnt hear it.

Mercedes: Only way you gon get out of here is if yo precious little boyfriend brings me what the fuck he owes me.
Me: He dont owe you a damn thing!

He grabbed my face and squeezed it tight. I tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. And I was too weak. He raised my head so that I could look at him.

Mercedes: You best watch yo tone when dealin with me. Ion tolerate disrespect. So you might wanna stay on my good side while you still alive.

He pushed my head back. He adjusted his suit and walked back towards the door, Michael was inches behind him. I heard the latch lift to open the door and it slammed behind them. I looked around the room. No windows. DAMN! I thought. I kept rubbing the shiny metal against the tape, faster this time. Finally my hands were free. I rushed to cut the tape free, stabbing my self in the foot with the metal. I clenched my teeth to avoid screeching out in pain. I removed the tape from around my feet. I struggled to get up. My leg was killing me. I tried to escape once before. In the van. The big man hit my leg over and over so that I couldnt run. I sat on the cold ground, looking at my leg. It was purple and blue and it ached bad. I got up and looked, looking for something useful. I noticed a light switch by the door, a bat on the floor in the corner, and a hallway that lead to another room. All I needed now was a plan.