Drug Love

Chapter 32

Derrick POV

I sat in my black escalade waiting for Brenton to come outside. When he did, Trina was right behind him. I rolled my eyes. When he opened the door I gave him the look.

Me: Yo?
Brenton: What? She—
Trina: Its a problem that Im here?
Brenton: Nobody said that babe.
Trina: Nobody had to "say" anything...
Brenton: What you—
Me: ALRIGHT! Im not listening to this the whole way there! So if you not gon shut the fuck up, then take yall black asses back in that fucking house.

I looked at both of them and heard nothing. I nodded and sighed, speeding down the road.
I didnt really have a problem with Trina being here. She just always got a attitude with me. I dont understand why she hate me so much. I would do anything to keep her sister happy and breathing, if anything she should appreciate me for being in her sister's life. I get it, she thinks this is my fault. Im not gon cap, I agree with her for once. Maybe this is my fault. I should've never left her alone. Lesson learned.
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Ty'Anna POV
I stood there examining the wall, trying to come up with a plan. Its been at least two hours since they last checked on me. My plan was to wait until Michael, or whoever they send to check on me, comes back here then I would get the bat and knock them unconscious, then I would go downstairs to the room and see whats down there. If I find nothing then I would use the phone on the wall to call Derrick and tell him to come get me. Only problem: I didnt know where the hell I was. Judging from the shit around me I was in some type of old dance studio, at least thats what it looked like. Suddenly, I heard someone coming. Luckily, I rushed back to the chair I was in before they opened the door. I looked up. It wasnt Michael, and it damn sure wasnt Mercedes. It was a smaller guy, about my height. He looked kinda strong, not strong enough to do a good amount of damage though.

Guy: Mercedes wanted me to bring you this ice, said it might help with your lip.

I said nothing. Bullshit. Like these niggas actually care about my lip, let alone me period. If it was like that they wouldnt have took me. He walked up close to me and I kept my head down, hoping he would take the bait. He looked down at the tape. He crouched down and picked it up, looking at it trying to figure out what it was. Every group of niggas got a slow one. He must be the slow one. He was finally close enough. It was now or never. I kicked him to the ground and grabbed the bat from behind me. He grabbed my ankle, pulling me down. The bat rolled to where I couldnt reach it. FUCK! I thought.
Plan B. Plan B! I swung my fist into his face and he returned the favor. He quickly got back to his feet while I still struggled to catch my breath. He stomped on my leg as I yelped in pain. I looked at him and he looked me deep in the eyes.

Guy: I hate doing this but my loyalty lies with Mercedes. If I were you I would act right if I wanted to get out of here alive.

I looked around as I breathed heavily. I grabbed the bat and swung it up to hit him in the face. He grunted as He fell to the floor. When I got back on my feet I looked at him and propped the bat on my shoulder.

Guy: You better hope I dont get up.
Me: You wont..

I lifted the bat and swung it against it face at least 20 more times before tossing it next to his lifeless body. I looked at his pockets and noticed the gun on his hip. I helped myself to the finding and I took all the money he had in his pockets. All together he had $537. Wasnt alot, but it sure as hell was enough. I looked towards the door, and it was cracked. Soon them other niggas would come running. I stood up and tried to walk right, but I almost fell. Pretty sure my leg suffered the most. I quickly limped to the stairs on the other side of the room. I looked at the phone on the wall. I hesitated at first. What if they would hear? Id be dead as hell. But soon it hit me....What if I really never get outta here alive? Memories of me and Derrick started to flow through my brain. Me and Trina. Me and Alexis. Me and my dad. Me and everybody I loved that I may never see again.... Fuck it. I thought to myself.
I picked up the phone and dialed Derrick's number. It rang at least 3 times until...