Secrets | l.h.

Chapter Three

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I sped down the streets, after what Sam had taught me before about being late to something he told me to be at the first time, I didn't want to risk it.

Soon the park came into view, and I saw a dark figure looking up at the stars on the swings. I parked my bike by the slide and slowly walked to the guy, which turned to me to reveal a shadowy Sam.

"Good. You're on time. Look, I've got something to tell you." Sam said.

"And you couldn't wait until tomorrow? I was doing homework, and some of us like to get good grades."I snapped, immediately regretting it. His eyes grew dark and misty, how they always were before a beating. Suddenly a guyjumped out and grabbed my arms, pinning them behind me.

"You're in for it now." Sam whispered, dangerously quiet. And what I said wasn't even that bad. Just a little sassy I guess. 

They pulled me behind a few thick trees, where barely anyone could see us. And it was dinner time, who would be out except for a few cars?

"What should her punishment be this time?" Sam asked to the guy, who I identified as Jake.

"Hmm, well, a beating won't do any good, since she obviously doesn't learn from them." Make said, pulling rope and tape  out of a bag hidden in the bushes. "And I've always wanted to know what she looked like naked." Shit. Shit shit shit. I'm about to get raped.

"You know what, let's get Derek over here. He knows how to handle this kind of stuff." Jake bound my hands and feet and taped my mouth while Sam called this Derek guy.

"Hey man. Yeah, we've got her here and weee hoping you could bring the stuff. Yeah, we are. The warehouse? Really? Okay mate, see you later." He hung up, smiling evilly at me. "Don't worry princess, we'll take good care of you. And soon you'll be screaming out in pleasure. He lifted me up off of the ground, carrying me to his car. In to the trunk I went. 

But before he could closed the door, he grabbed my bag and stuffed it into the back seat, hiding my bike in the bushes.

About thirty minutes later we arrived at the edge of town, where all of the sketchy people were and the teens wanting to get high went. Sam brought me inside a big, old, run-down warehouse with metal floors and rusting pillars. Some dude was already in there pushing a metal table into a corner.

"You got the stuff?" Jake asked, setting my backpack down.

"Yeah. She's perfect." He sent chills down my spine when he gently rubbed my cheek.

"Yeah, I've been waiting forever to do this to her." Sam winked. He pulled a large hook on a chain down closer to me. 

"Get those ropes off of her. We'll be using something much more efficient than ropes." Derek said, pulling handcuffs from his back pocket. He undid the ropes and clamped the cuffs on my wrist securely, lifting me up and linking the chain part into the hook.

The. He took out his pocket knife. I sqirmed violently at the sight of the shiny blade. I refuse to be cut by anyone but myself. 

"Relax, baby girl. I'm just getting your clothes off." Sure enough he cut off my clothes on my upper body, leaving me in my bra. Then he slid my pants off, stepping back to enjoy the view. "Wow." He mumbled.

"I know. She's got big boobs." Jake Said. I hate this. I'm about to loos my virginity to three idiots. I wanted to save it for my husband. To me, virginity is a prized possession. I wanted it to be special. Not like this. Not sexually assaulted by these daft dumbos. Not raped by my bullies and some other guy.

The took off my bra and underwear, Sam going straight for my crotch and Jake and Derek both on either side of me, sucking on my nipples.

And that's how I spent the next couple of hours.

(A few hours later)

Michael's POV

It's been a few hours since May left. I'm not going to lie, that worries me a little I guess but I don't care. She tore mom and dad apart. Dad used to go drinking a lot when I was younger, and finally he Hooke sup with some chick who got pregnant, and left the baby to us. That baby is May.

Mom wanted nothing to get rid of her right away, but dad insisted we kept her. Keep in mind she doesn't know any of this. We were close as kids, but after I found out I didn't want to be associated with her. There are four reasons.

1. She's a mistake. I don't like mistakes.

2. Mom and dad would get in huge fights lastingly for days about her.

3. She has no friends, and isn't popular at all. I can't be around someone like that. What if it rubs off on me?!

I know, asshole, right? 

Well, I don't really care. I just don't like my ugly, fat, slutty sister.

"Bro, don't you think it's getting kind of late?" Ash asked, checking his phone again.

"Why?"

"Well, you're sister is out there in the dark, walking by herself, with who know's what kind of guys are out there. I would be worried if it was my sister."

"Well she's not your sister, is she? And she's a mistake anyways. She isn't worth your brain space." I retorted, shoving pizza into my mouth.

"Michael! How horrible?" Luke exclaimed.

"What? She's the product of a prostitute, a drunken mistake. She's not worth anything."

"Michael Clifford take that back! She's beautiful and-"

"And what, Luke? You only spoke to her for two seconds."

"So? I'm Going to look for here. There are bad people in this town."

"So?"

"So you don't care of she get's raped? Or worse? What if she ends up dead, Michael?" Luke asked, glaring at me.

"One less problem on my hands."