Control Me

Chapter 4

"Ladybug... ladybug.. wake up ladybug. I need you to get up okay?"

"Chase? Where are you?"

"I'm right here ladybug. Stay with me and you'll be okay."

"Chase? Don't leave me please! I can't do this without you."

"S'alright ladybug. I'm with you."

Sky groaned as she woke up to a soft cushion under her and held her head from the pain and felt a lump. Getting knocked out was becoming a very annoying thing that tested her patience, especially with these men. She tried sitting up but the heavy weight of the pain pushed her back down on the couch. I need to get out of here. I'm gonna die from brain damage than a bullet soon.

Sky opened her eyes to her surroundings and saw what looked like to be a... living room? The walls were made from dark bricks with a high ceiling and leather furniture surrounding the space that looked lived in but not completely old. The kitchen was huge with a humungous fridge, oven, stove and marble counter tops. Fancy. A big plasma-screen TV with a sound system and DVD player showed a video game of characters fighting with surround sound. She finally looked towards the other end of the living room and saw a young boy who laid on a La-Z-Boy chair while he played the video game. The boy had handsome features with dark hair, tanned skin and blue eyes. He wore a t-shirt with a skull on it and jeans and Batman socks on.

As Sky took in her surroundings, the driver came into the door and spoke to the boy, "You got a new friend Zay. Have fun with bipolar princess."

She was not a bipolar princess! How dare he classified her as such, "I don't do friends asshole. Don't call me a bipolar princess." She sat up and groaned from the head rush and put her hood back on her head for comfort and leaned back against the couch with her arms folded.

"Why does she keep cursing? Is she mental?" The boy, who she assumed was Zay and no older than 16, said while he continued to play his video game.

"Yeah" The driver responded as he walked into the kitchen and grumbled, "Blue head chicks. I'll never understand this generation."

Sky was frustrated. Frustrated she was taken from her life, albeit not a life worth living, and continued to be treated like a child. She had enough from her childhood to be treated with this much disrespect and stayed quiet for it. If they wanted to toy with her, she didn't give a damn but telling her what to do pushed her limit.

This place was just another representation of her life back at home. There's always gonna a Carol somewhere trying to tell her what to do and how to do it. Someone thinking of her being nothing more than a freak or a child that needed direction. Well enough is enough. If they think they can take her prisoner and not get a hard time, these people got another thing coming.

She huffed and spoke aggressively to Zay, "Are you mental? Where's the bathroom?" Sky stood up and walked towards the steps next to the TV. Before she went upstairs, a hand grabbed her by the hood and tossed her roughly on the couch.

A huge man, she predicted to be another bodyguard, came out of no where and glared down at her, "Don't fucking move until you're told."

The adrenaline of her anger swam through Sky with vengeance which was accompanied by her bipolar episode. She laughed softly and patted his arm, "Then lay on the floor and open your mouth so I can piss in it." Shit, that was too far. He could kill me too if he's pushed. Or knock me out again. Sky pulled her hood back and rolled her eyes mumbling, "Sorry."

She heard the video game stop playing and saw Zay look at her with wide eyes, "You are bipolar."

This was the worst part when her bipolar disease took control. She embarrassed herself even more and felt powerless. Ever since her first fight with a rude sixth grader and how she unleashed her anger on him because he called her a freak with red hair on the playground. She saw red and couldn't stop kicking him over and over again until her brother pulled her off. Sky was suspended from school that day and found out she bruised the boy's ribs and knocked his tooth out. She felt horrible, regardless of what the boy said.