Torn

Chapter 9

"Kat? Kat come on. Open the door so we can talk." My uncle said as he pounded on my door three days later.

I

kept myself in my room, not really knowing what to say to him. How dare he act as though I really mattered to him? He killed someone…actually killed someone and I had to suffer the consequences for it. I sat at my desk pretending not to hear him begging for me to open the door, checking my favorite website for messages my friends left me. Jaylynn and Alyssa had each left 30 messages begging for my safe return. They also posted pictures of me and a video of them on the news crying their eyes out for someone to help find me.

"Whoever you are out there, we're begging you not to hurt our friend. She's only 15 and she's the sweetest person you'll ever meet." Jaylynn said through tearful eyes.

"Whatever her uncle did to make you want to hurt her we promise she had nothing to do with it." Alyssa said. "Just please bring her back to us."

I smiled knowing that my friends and the rest of the cheerleading squad were doing their part in trying to find me. However, John wouldn't comment at all to the reporters because he was too distraught. He honestly looked as though he hadn't slept in days on the video. Maybe I was wrong…maybe he did truly and deeply care for me.

"Katrina please…you can't ignore me forever." He said.

I sighed and decided that I might as well get this discussion over with. As far as I was concerned he had a lot of explaining to do. I got up and went to my door, only cracking it open slightly so he could see half of my face.

He sighed and tilted his head to the side, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"What do you want John?" I asked.

"To talk of course," he said. "I need to know what that slap was all about,"

I rolled my eyes and opened my door more. "Oh please don't act like you don't know."

"If I did would I be asking you?" he said. "What did that bastard tell you? Better yet, what did he do to you?"

I shook my head and returned to my desk, "Just forget it."

"Katrina I didn't know he knew I had a niece ok? If I would of known I would have-"

"-What John? You would have what?" I snapped. "Maybe let that poor man live instead of killing him for his money?"

He fell silent and rubbed the top of his head, "Kat…about that…"

"How many people have you killed?" I asked as tears filled my eyes. "How many?"

He sighed, "Just that one I swear. But he was threatening to tell his leader about how I've been beating most of his boys in fights."

"And that scared you enough to kill him?" I cried. "John were you thinking about what could possibly happen from that point on? You left Orlando alive which meant you knew he would run and tell his leader!"

He put his hands up defensively, "Ok I know what that looks like but Kat I would never put your life in danger like that. We needed the money and we got it. I'm sorry if that cost you your freedom for a little bit."

I folded my arms, "That's not all it cost me…"

He raised his eyebrow at me and then became outraged, "No! Please tell me he didn't!"

I rolled my eyes, "No John…he didn't take my v-card if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh….well then what did he do?" he asked.
I gazed out of my bedroom window for a moment and then looked down at my lap. "I may be forced to join his gang."

His eyes widened in horror and he stood up straighter, "No….no fucking way!"

"I won't do it willingly John..." I said as I rubbed the back of my neck. The horrible memory of the torture I went through clouded my mind followed by memories of The Undertaker mounting me without his shirt on. That thought alone was enough to keep him on my mind.

"That son of a bitch! Who does he think he is!" John said as he paced around my bedroom. "No niece of mine is going to become some kind of gangster of some-"

"-gangster?" I asked as I stood up. "What do you mean? Isn't that the life you rep?"

He sighed and grabbed my shoulders, "It's different when there's a woman involved Kat....When a new girl becomes a part of the biker gang, the leader has the right to take her as his wife. He doesn't have to do it immediately but, he will eventually."

"Is there something I can do to prevent it?" I asked. "He's got a wife already."

"Yes but if she's done something to betray his trust then he has a right to do away with her…and replace her with someone else." He said.

"Me…" I said.

John shook his head and turned to leave my room, "Not if I can help it."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

He stopped mid-stride and turned around to look at me. "I'm going to face him in exchange for your freedom from the gang."

"No John! What if he kills you?" I said through tearful eyes.

He walked back to me and grabbed my face between his hands, "Don't wait up for me."

My bottom lip trembled as he leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you," He said before leaving my room.

Although he told me not to wait up for him that night, I did anyways. I kept the news on hoping to God that nothing bad would come on about him. I ended up falling asleep in the living room, snuggled up comfortably on the couch. I dreamt of John and his boys all marching downtown to meet up with the vicious biker gang. There was a terrible fight between them all but it was John who ended up being the victor. I could only hope that fact ended up being the truth because I didn't know what I would do without my uncle.

Later on I was partially awakened by a gentle kiss on my cheek. I moved around a little before being picked up and taken upstairs to my bedroom. I opened my eyes a little, happy to see John carrying me to my room. A slight feeling of relief washed over me knowing he was safe, but I couldn't help but feel as though something wasn't right. He didn't look ruffed up or banged up at all. I didn't bother to question it right then and there, I was too tired and in no mood to argue with him.