psychotic; jmb

chapter four

lol in case you didn't know this i changed joey hitting her to a random guy k bye
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i open my eyes abruptly from my pounding headache.  i place a hand on her forehead in distress.  blood rushes down my cheek and onto the cold concrete floor below me.  i wince as i run my fingers across a huge, gushing gash on my forehead.

"mm," i groan. 

i licked my lips.  they were chapped and broken.  plus i can feel a tiny gash on the left side of my bottom lip.

the door bangs open and two muscular boys walk in.  another one follows close behind.  they're all dressed in black t-shirts, jeans, and vans.  the one that was once behind the two muscular boys walks in between them.  he looks awfully familiar, but i don't know exactly who he is.  he holds up a phone with its flash on.  jesus man, i just woke up can you give me a break.

"say hi to joey," he whispers at me.

"let her go, i'll give you the money." a exasperated sigh comes from a voice in the phone.

he must be on the phone with joey.  joey.  aka, probably my only chance of getting out of here. i scream and shriek and cry. anything to get this boy, i'd just met, to save me.

in the midst of me screaming, there were a few pauses. in one of those pauses i'd heard the three beeps your phone plays after someone hangs up. he'd hung up. my goddamn only fucking savior hung up. what a bitch.

"okay, okay! you can stop screaming now, he's gone," the boy covered his ears.

i screamed louder.

the other two boys walked up to me. one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it right at my forehead.

holy shit. i'm gonna fucking die.

"scream again and i shoot you," he pulls the trigger and cocks his head.

i close my mouth and rub my lips together. ouch. my whole fucking body hurts, i'm on a cold ground, and there's a really fucking hot guy pointing a goddamn gun at my head. 

"put the gun down, bryce," the boy with the phone said.

he gave it to the boy and scratched his neck, "sorry charles."

charles shook his head and waved his hand at bryce, "you two can play with her."

oh no. what the hell does that mean?

bryce stares down at me with sparkly brown eyes. i can see it in his eyes that he wants to fuck me. if he didn't kidnap me, i would let him.

"so what do you wanna do to her, chad?" bryce squats on the floor next to me and rubs my back.

"you can have her, i've got some business to do," chad rubs his hands together and walks back upstairs.

while rubbing my back, bryce whispered in my ear, "let's go to the bedroom, baby girl."

he gets up and starts walking upstairs. i stay where i am because 1. i cant move, 2. bryce's going to rape me. he doesn't like that i'm sitting here still. he glares at me.

"did i not tell you to get up!" bryce's angry now.

"i cant, because you guys beat me," i crossed my arms and smirk.

he walks over and picks me up bridal style.  one of his hands was wrapped around my aching waist and the other was on the inside of my bent knees.  each step, i kept slipping out of his hands.  by the top of the stairs his hand was up by my chest. 

"put me down," i glared at him.

"no."

the main level was completely dark.  it was huge too.  all the windows had black curtains glued shut on them.  probably because they didn't want me to know where i was.