Texas Darkness

11- Broken

 8/14/14

“You seriously need to learn a thing or two about kidnapping Larry...” I hissed at Thomas whom in my mind was named Larry.

“Zip it” Larry hissed back. “Rat-whore”

“You did not just call me a rat whore.” I replied, glaring in his direction. He was currently pulling me by my tied up arms into a building.

Adam was out cold, and Curly who was actually named Bennie was carrying Adam over his shoulder. Adam had been out cold since we got into the van at the safe house. I had no idea where we were currently but they stopped at a building by the river. My only real thoughts were that they were going to kill us here and throw us off into the river.

I didn’t hold it above them. Larry pulled me roughly into a dark building, the blood on my face was caked and drying. It seemed that though it did hurt I possibly didn’t look as badly as I felt.

Thomas had slapped me around nicely. I wasn’t going to lie my body hurt in various places and I was sure I had a cut above my right eye and my lip was spit in two places. I was sure I had a black eye, and if I didn’t I had a nice bruise going on my cheek.

Adam looked slightly worse then I did at the moment. At least I was awake. He was and had been asleep for the last five hours. Moe, had called someone on his cell phone about two hours ago and they changed directions and drove somewhere else then the original plan.

I wasn’t totally sure but I kind of thought Moe, or as he was given the name by his Mother, Cooper was in charge. Bennie who I labeled as Curly in my head, was the muscle. It wasn’t to say that Moe and Larry weren’t large or muscle-ish because they were, I just thought of Cooper as the one in charge. Everyone did what he told them to do. Larry was the current one dragging me into a unmarked building. At this point I found him the most threatening. However, earlier he wasn’t as murderous when he was the one guarding the door and Moe was going after me with his nasty paws.

Honestly I just wanted to get away from the three of them before I ended up raped and chopped into bits and tossed into the river out back.

I needed to get to Adam and wake him up. I tried to in the car several times but Bennie, aka Curly, kept kicking me with his boot from his perch on the beach seat in the back of the van.

He seemed like one of those sick demented children that set animals on fire and watched them burn alive. I didn’t think of myself as a perfect child I was far form it, however I didn’t find setting things on fire as fun activities.

Now if you wanted to get me Drunk 6 months ago, or high out of my mind, sure if be game. A little sex, and little drugs and little rock and roll, no problem.

Set something alive on fire and laugh at its struggle to stay alive, wasn’t and never was my kind of fun.

That was sick Manson kind of shit.

Thomas let go of my arm and shoved me down onto the dirty ground and I landed on my stomach which hurt quite a bit, knock a bit of air out of my lungs and I gasped for my next breath, which came quickly when Adam was tossed next to me and didn’t move.

Larry untied my hound wrists and stepped away quickly.

I crawled over towards him and rolled him over onto his side, to check his face. This was currently still bloody. The gash on his forehead was oozing blood, from his hair line. His eye was black and his lip was bloody like mine. He had a mass of bruises on his face that didn’t look to healthy and I was such he probably had a broken bone or two somewhere in his chest the way his breathe looked so pained.