His Drama Queen

Chapter 33

Listen to- Cold Cold Cold by Cage The Elephant

Shaking wakes me up. I feel a tight, rough rope around my wrists and theres a dark bag over my head. My head is pounding, it feels like I've been hit by a fucking bus.

We're in a car and I'm on the floor of said car. The road is bumpy shaking me around. I take a deep breath trying to calm down but that was a huge mistake. This bag stinks so fucking bad. Good lord when was the last time they washed this thing?

I feel the vehicle I'm in start to slow down to a stop. This is such bullshit. I can't believe I got kidnapped, how stupid can I be. I should have been paying better attention. I hear the door slam and another one open. I lay completely still as I hear two men talking.

"The bitch still hasn't woke up? Damn how hard did you hit her Greg?" One of them spoke.

"Pretty fucking hard. I didn't want to take any chances of getting peper sprayed or some shit." The other says. I realise I'm in a van. How original. With the back of the van open the sun shining I can see their silhouettes through the bag over my head.

The first guy goes to grab my leg but I kick him straight in the face before he gets to me. I hear a crack and a yelp from him making me smile. I jump out of the van on top of the other guys back and put my rope tied hands around his neck choking him with the rope. I hear the other guy get up making me send another kick at him behind me making him groan again. The guy I'm choking is clawing at my hands trying to make me let go. He's getting weaker and weaker the tighter I pull against him. The other guy gets up again and I hear the click of a gun however I don't let up my grip on this guys neck. He drops to his knees gasping for air. He's almost out.

"Let go of him now or I'll blow your fucking brains out." I smile from under the bag but don't let up. This guy has a few seconds and I'm assuming that they were told not to hurt me or else they would have already shot me.

"I'm not fucking around little girl let him go now!" He shouts. I feel the guy go limp under me and I finally let him go and step away from him. The other guy runs over to the one on the ground still pointing the gun at me. He bends over to check his pulse.

"He's dead." He says softly.

"You killed him. You killed my brother you bitch!" He shouts and walks over to me and attempts to pistol whip me which I dodge. He gets angrier and grips my upper are tightly pointing the gun under my chin.

"I'm going to blow your brains all over this fucking driveway." He seethes while I glare at him from under the bag.

"There will be non of that Mark. Let the girl go." I hear a familiar raspy voice.

"But she killed Greg!" This Mark guy shouts at him not letting me go.

"Well that's a shame." The man sighs.

"I'll allow one hit but that's it." He says making me sigh and roll my eyes. Mark sighs in irritation but hits me in the face with the end of his pistol. Shit that hurt. I feel blood pooling in my mouth.

Someone comes up behind me and rips the bag off my head. I squint my eyes because of the bright sun. I turn to see that it was Cole who took it off. He gives me a very small sympathetic grimace and then returns his poker face.

"Ha. So this little girl killed Greg and broke your nose all with a bag over her head and her hands tied together? Maybe I should hire her." Joe laughs while talking to Mark. I look at Mark to see him glaring at me. I look to the ground and see Greg laying there, his eyes bulging and his face purple. He has rope burns on his neck. I feel a sliver of guilt start to creep up but I keep my face blank.

"You know you should wash that bag. It smells awful." I say monotone. Joe laughs harder and Mark glares harder.

"You did that to him. I hope you're happy." Mark says harshly to me.

"Yeah well he bashed my head with a bat. Paybacks a bitch." I say in a careless tone.

"So can I like take a shower or something? I have blood all over my face and head and I'm sure my makeup is smudged plus I'm pretty sure my hair smells like that awful bag." I say while inspecting my hands. My wrists are red and raw from the rope and... Oh. My God.

"I broke a nail!! Are you fucking kidding me!? Thanks Mark now my nail is broken I hope you're happy!" I yell at him using his words from a minute ago. Mark looks at me with a bewildered look.

"Are you joking?" He asks and I give him a glare.

"You got kidnapped, being held against your will and you're upset because you broke your nail?" He says slowly like I'm an idiot.

"Um yes! I just got a manicure you baboon!" I am very irritated. I just got my fucking nails done and now one is broken because I got kidnapped. Ugh! Life is so unfair!

"Okay. Put the bag over her head and bring her to the basement." Joe says to Cole. I gasp and look at Cole.

"Cole don't you dar...!" I was cut off by Cole putting the nasty bag over my head again making me gag at the smell. I let out a groan as he grabs my upper arm and drags me along.

Those assholes that I call my family better find me quick.