God's Disciples MC

Chapter 2

  
   It was about mid September or October when they came into the warehouse, it's hard to keep up with the time when ur locked up in here. My supposedly surrogate father Emilio stands infront of me, looking down at me.

"We are going for a run tonight be ready" he says then starts walking away.
  
   He was always nice to me compared to the others, he would always try to talk to me and ask me if I was ok. Everytime it was his turn to make a run, he always asked for me, I'm not sure why. He showed up here two years after I was taken, I was ten at the time.

   He would always try to get me to speak but I never said a word, I never spoke to him or anyone here. They used to beat me to try and make me speak, to talk about myself, my family and the Alvarez Cartel. But with the years they realized I didn't know anything. I barely remembered my name, Its been so many years that I hardly remember what my family looks like. They know who I am, they call me the lieutenants daughter.

   The weird thing is that out of all these years of me being their drug mule, Emilio has never came into the warehouse before. Someone usually tells me he's outside and to get ready for the run.

A Few hours later.....

   They took me out of the warehouse and they gave me set of clothes and told me I could shower. Only when we were doing a run were we allowed to shower. As I'm getting ready I can't help to think about my life. Will it always be like this? Im currently fifteen, I've been doing this for about seven years.

   They haven't tried to rape me, yet. But I know they rape other girls in the warehouse. Sometimes they take them out of the warehouse and they beat and rape them. There's been some instances were they rape them right then and there infront of everyone.

   They also beat us from time to time, that's the worst I've ever got. I'm walked to the car were Emilio is waiting, I glance at the clock and it's eleven p.m. As he drives he peeks glances at me. Then he places his hand on my thigh and I jump.

"Dont worry I won't hurt you, you've grown up to be a beautiful woman" he tells me.

He pulls off the road and drives into the woods into a secluded area. Tears start streaming down my face....I know what he's going to do.

   He parks the car and turns to look at me, he begins to touch my face and then he starts leaning in closer. I start to panic so I push him away, I want to scream but I can't, I haven't spoken in years.

"Stop fighting me, I can make you happy, you just have to let me."

   I begin to punch and scratch him, then he slaps me.

"If you won't let me do this the easy way, then it will be the hard way."

   He gets out of the car and walks to my side opening the door, he grabs me by the hair and then he throws me to the ground, then he begins to kick my stomach. I begin to cough and spit up blood, while I hold my stomach.

Hurts like a bitch. I think to myself.

   He begins to grab me by the hair again and stands me back up, then he slaps me again. My back slams onto the car, and I fall face first on the floor.

"It didn't have to be this way, I've been protecting you, why do you think no other man has touched you. I was saving you for myself, I want you" he yells at me.

   He grabs me and throws me on top of the hood of the car, my face slamming onto the windshield. When I open my eyes, that's when I see it, a gun. All of a sudden he turns me around and begins to rip off my shirt, he then punches me in the face and I smack my head on the car, my vision becomes blurry.

   He then begins to pull down my jeans. In one final attempt I gather all my strength and kick him between his legs and he goes down. I slowly get off the car and make my way inside, locking the car. I grab the gun and take the safety off. I need to get out of here, but there is one problem....I can't drive.

   I look around but I don't see him anymore, but that's when I hear the glass shattering.

"You fucking bitch, get out of this car right now. You are only making things worse for yourself."

   He continues to break the rest of the windows and I finally yell at him to stop, and I raise the gun. I yell at him again to stop but he comes closer and I shoot. It hits him in the chest but I keep shooting, and I see him fall to the ground. After a couple of minutes I get out of the car and there he is on the floor....dead.

   I have to get the hell out of here, I look for his wallet in his jeans and take the gun with me as well. I have to get cleaned up, a couple of miles ago I saw a hotel I can get cleaned up there. Then I will head to the bus station, I have to get as far from here as possible.