The Bad Boy (On Hold)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Kohl's Pov

I've only been "reunited" with my father for maybe an hour, and he's already tied me to a chair in a dark musty room that smelt of my great grandmothers closet. I felt like I was in her damn closet. I seriously hope the twins found Ave.

The door at the top of the stairs opened, and the only light I've seen so far poked through. My "father" came down, two men flanking his sides. My father stopped at the bottom of the stairs and his two men came closer to me. One holding a knife, and the other, who's muscles looked like they were on steroids for 20 years, stood tight in front of me. Two against me? That's not fair....for them.

I struggled against the chair and the buff man, who I'm naming Muscles McGee, raised his hand and collided his knuckles to my face. Well that hurt.

"Damn Muscles McGee, is that all you got?" I snickered

"Watch your tongue boy," Knifey growled pointing the tip of the knife at me

"Cut me. I dare you" I taunted

"Don't think I won't enjoy it" I smiled sickly and slashed my cheek.

"Enough!" My father shouted "I think now is a good time for me to give Kohl the run down"

"Alright listen up. Here's how it's going to go. You're going to tell me where your mother is. You're going to give her to me, or I take you're precious girlfriend, Avery right? What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl, don't you think? And don't even dare to think I won't go after the twins," he snarls

"And if I don't?"

"You can watch them suffer," he spits and him, knifey and muscles McGee leave me alone in the dark, once again.

He wouldn't go after Ave would he? He's just sick. He's playing with me. He wouldn't hurt her. I can't let her get hurt because of me. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe she's better off without me. I mean, all I've done is drag her down with me, hurt her, and now I've brought her into this mess.

Maybe when this is all over, she'll still love me.

Who am I kidding. Of course she won't.

I'm the town bad boy. I get into fights over nothing. I've almost killed a guy. I'm a monster. People are scared of me.

Flashback

"You worthless whore! I'm done with you!" Dad shouted

"Fine! Leave! Leave us like you always do!"

"Don't. Don't even try to make this all my fault! You're the one who went out and got pregnant with some other guy!"

"I wouldn't have gone out if it wasn't for you making me feel worthless like you always do!"

"Whatever. I'm leaving. Goodbye." My father spat and walked out slamming the door.

That night, my mother didn't sleep. She cried all night. When I woke up, her eyes were bloodshot. She neglected the twins and I for a week.

One night after school, I came home and the twins were on the couch.

"Have you eaten?" I asked

"No" they replied shaking their heads. I walked off I search for my mother. I found her in the kitchen, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"Mom?" I asked

"What?" She spat

"What's for dinner? The twins and I are hungry" I asked cautiously