In Love With a Gang

Chapter 1

***Hey guys! Sorry, I changed a few things in the prologue. Also, I thought it was to short to be a chapter so I changed it to the prologue. This will be chapter one. I'm going to try to make my chapters longer. That means it will also take me longer to update, sorry. Also, school is really busy but hopefully I will post more in the summer. I really hope you enjoy this book***

~~~Also a quick reminder, I added a photo of Zane to the prologue and character list. Just to make everything clear he isn't Xander.~~~

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Izz's POI

I sit straight up. My head is killing me. What did I do last night?? How much did I drink?! My hand instinctively tries to go and touch my forehead. What the fudge. I can't move. I finally open my eyes and jump back a little. Well, try to. It's kinda hard being strapped to a chair and all. I look down and see that my feet are duct-taped together. I'm guessing my hands are too but I can't see them. They are pulled tight behind me. There is a thick rope tied around my stomach connecting me with the chair even more.

Oh wait. I wasn't drunk was I. The memories from last night come flooding back. Or was it longer? Or shorter maybe? The room has no windows so I can't see out to tell around what time it is.

"Shit," I breathed. "This cannot be happening.... not again. I moved here to escape. Not to be trapped again! Ugh. This isn't fair."

Where the heck am I? If I know that, maybe I can escape.
Who am I kidding. If I leave they will just kill me.

I guess it isn't really fair but I'm assuming the guy that brought me here is in some sort of gang.

I guess I will just wait for them to come in to see if I am awake. That could honestly take hours or even days. From my experience, gangs never care about you. It wouldn't matter to them if you were dead. Especially gang leaders. They are all cold a*sholes.

I guess it's not fair to judge all of them just because of him. Thinking back to all my past memories of Han makes my head hurt. After all, that was a few months ago. I still hate him. I mean how could I not after all he put me through. I remember the scars on my arms, back, legs, basically everywhere and all of the mental ones he gave me. I. Hate. Him. So. Much. What he did is not forgivable.

I've tried so had to forget and move on but I just can't.
I look down and saw my tears falling like small rivers onto my pants. I hadn't even realized I was crying.

I sniffle and try my best to wipe my face with my shoulder. After multiple tries, I finally accomplish my goal, no doubt looking like a train wreck. My makeup is probably all smudged and I mean I was kidnapped so already not the best conditions.

I sigh. I just wish my life went back to the way it was before. Before I was kidnapped. Before I moved. Before him and my crazy life. Before my brother died. Correction.... murdered.

I try my hardest but my tears start up again. I look at the ceiling and close my eyes, trying to forget all of the memories and pain.

Of course that doesn't work. Nothing does. I've tried so many things to try to stop my mind from thinking. You name it and I've probably done it. Drugs, therapy, medication, talking to doctors, psychologists, sleeping around, going to bars, alcohol, stress eating. The list of shame goes on forever.

Now I have to deal with all of the consequences.