Weirdo - Jughead Jones

29: Mustang

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Madison Parker

"Didn't she find James the last time?"

"Yeah, but that didn't shut her up. She keeps coming back."

I held my eyes shut. My head was pounding. I tried to touch it, but my hand was held back at the wrist by some kind of wires. More wires were at my ankles. I was tied to a chair. There was a dirty taste in my mouth and I realized that I was gagged with a piece of cloth.

What happened? Did I come back from the forest? The drug deal. The Serpent. Who was he? Why was his voice familiar? Did he knock me out? Slowly, I opened my eyes, dazed.

It was dark. Dusty. There were crates of beer and motorcycle parts. There was a cooler at the other side of the room. My phone and wallet were on top of it. I saw stairs that led to somewhere I couldn't see. I was in a basement.

I was tied up in a basement.

The dazed state I was in vanished in an instant as the realization kicked in. I found it hard to breathe. I needed to know what time it was, what day it was, where I was and who brought me there. I couldn't scream. Tears streamed down my face as my chest rose and fell, my limbs straining against the wire. The first noise I made was a weak wheezing.

As soon as I made the noise I heard footsteps and boards creaking. I saw boots coming down the stairs. A middle-aged man appeared before me.

"Good morning, sweetheart." The man sneered. He kept stepping towards me until he was right in front of me, and then he leaned forward so that his face was too close. "Well, you look just like your mom." The gross man laughed in my face.

Without thinking, I threw my head forward so that it smashed against his nose. He quickly took a few steps back, holding his nose.

He laughed, letting go of his face once he made sure his nose wasn't broken. "I'll let that slide. You get that from your dad. How's he holding up?"

Then I realized why I recognized his voice. He had come to our apartment half a year ago. Mustang.

"Thought I killed 'im." Mustang continued. "Coma shuts him up just as much, I guess. Now." He pulled out a switchblade from his jacket pocket and gripped it tight. "You scream and you're dead." His hand reached out and tugged off the bandana that had been gagging me.

I breathed heavily.

"What was a pretty thing like you doing all alone in the woods at night?" He asked.

I didn't think before responding. "I dunno, selling drugs, maybe."

Before I could see his reaction my head was thrown to the side by a slap in the face. My cheek stung as I blinked to refocus my sight.

"You wanna try that again, hon?" He sneered.

"I know who you are," I told him. "You're Mustang. You came to our apartment in L.A."

"What else do you know?" He glared at me.

"You.... you were looking for my father."

"And do you know why?"

I shook my head.

"Your father made a deal. Years ago little Joaquin's pops saw something he wasn't supposed to see. He had a choice. He would work for us, or we would kill him. So your dad stepped up and offered to work if we'd let DeSantos go and all stayed silent. Real big of him."

My eyes widened. My dad was dealing drugs?

"He did a good job," Mustang continued. "Until he got worried that the deals were a little too close to home. He didn't want you around it. So he left without telling anyone and took the whole family with him. He got away with it, too, until we tracked him down."

I flashed back to the early morning when Mustang came to our apartment to see my dad and "remind him of a little deal he made."

"So he came back here and worked again," Mustang said. "But then he decided to go and be Jason Blossom's little body guard, and we had to take care of him. He was tied up right where you are now."

The disgusting man was so casual about everything he was saying. "I thought things would just blow over. Jason would be in the ground, and your dad would work for us. Of course, for that to happen we had to threaten your life. But when you started sniffing this whole thing out, we had to distract you. I thought I'd killed James. I thought you'd be at his funeral now. But I failed and you just kept coming back."

"So, what?" I asked. "You're just going to keep me here because I saw your stupid drug deal?"

"You saw too much, babe." Mustang said. "You know, at first I was ashamed that I didn't successfully end James. But now I'm glad. Because when he wakes up from that coma, he'll get to see your dead body. He'll see his consequences right there."

Fear and anger flooded through me. I strained against my bindings, my skin getting raw from moving against the wire.

"Anything you wanna say?" Mustang asked.

I stopped and stared at him in hatred. "I need to take a fucking piss."