The King And Queen of Freeridge

Chapter One

There had been a heatwave in Freeridge the past few days and Izzy was fed up of wearing leggings and short sleeved t-shirts so she put on a pair of denim shorts and a vest top without thinking much of it. She walked out into the living room where Oscar and some of the gang were chilling watching Tv she went to the fridge and bent over to pick out a carton of orange juice. All of a sudden one of the gang shouts out "Damn Spooky who knew your hyna could be so fine" prompting Oscar to turn around and practically leap off the couch. 

He marched up to her and slammed the fridge door shut, "What the fuck do you think you're doing you can't dress like that." He said. "You're kidding me right? Last time I checked it was up to me what I want to wear and when."Izzy replied. Another member of the gang joins in "Nah man I wouldn't let my girl talk to me like that aren't you gonna do something about it." Izzy giggled thinking it was a joke but stopped when she realised she was the only one laughing and before she could say another word ...one of Oscars big hands came out of nowhere and wrapped around her neck, he pinned her against the wall and tightened his grip. "YOU'RE MINE, THAT MEANS I OWN YOU AND I DECIDE WHAT YOU WEAR, WHO YOU TALK TO AND HOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE, YOU GOT THAT?" he yelled aggressively. 

Izzy could hardly breath and even if she could she wouldn't of known what to say. His big brown eyes stared intensely into hers and she tried her best attempt at nodding and he finally let her go. She fell to the floor gasping for air as Oscar walked away and returned to the couch accepting high fives from the other guys. She felt sick not just from the lack of oxygen but also because by returning the other guys high fives it would seem that Oscar took pleasure from and was proud of hurting her. So she took what little energy she had left and lifted herself up off the floor and went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. 

She gasped as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the large bruises forming around her neck. The tears began to roll down her face, She had to cover her mouth so that no one would hear her cry. "I have to go get out of here" she whispered to herself. She began to feel claustrophobic like a mouse trapped in a cage. "But Oscar would never let me, I'm trapped." She had to think quickly, she turned on the tap and let the water run so that she could discreetly open the window, make her escape and find somewhere to crash. 

She made a break for it and climbed out the window, without any of her belongings not even a pair of shoes and ran out onto the street. She turned left and started to run as fast as her legs would carry her, the tears streaming down her face, not even caring that she was on the road. She kept checking behind her making sure she wasn't being followed. Then all of a sudden a car came whizzing round the corner stopping just a few inches away from her. "Well well well what do we have here, a little lost sheep" she became paralysed with fear and froze it was ... Latrelle and The Prophet$. 

Although Izzy was unaware of this fact, Oscar did not take pleasure in hurting her nor was he proud of it. From the moment he did it he regretted it. In fact every bone in his body was telling him not to do it but in the end his pride took over, he knew he had to look strong and fearless and remain dominant in front of the Santos, so that no one not even his precious princesa could make a fool of him. He had been sitting on the couch for over half an hour replaying what had happened in his head having one of those head verses heart battle. His head told him to stand his ground, to ignore Izzy, enjoy a beer with the guys and remain superior but his heart ached because he wanted to make sure she was okay and to see how bad the marks that he gave her were and kiss them better, he wanted to be the good guy and right his wrongs. 

After a while his concentration broke when he realised the water in the bathroom had been running for what seemed like forever. He became suspicious and rose up from the couch heading towards the door. He paused for a moment trying to think of what to say... "Mi amor are you okay, come out let's talk" he said softly. "Yeah before you flood this crib" said one of the other guys. "SHUT THE HELL UP!!" said an increasingly concerned Oscar. 

After a few minutes and no response Oscar announced that he was going in and opened the door. "SHIT she's gone" he said slamming his hands against the wall. "Wouldn't worry about it homes I think you dodged a bullet there, that girl weren't good enough to be your princesa!" said the other guy. "WHAT'D YOU SAY, YOU TALIKN SHIT ABOUT MY GIRL, YOU SAY THAT AGAIN SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT. NOW GET UP I GOT A PRINCESA TO FIND!" says Oscar defensively and enraged, anxious about the thought of losing his girl. 

Oscar and two of the Santos gang set off looking for Izzy, the two gang members on either side of the street and Oscar in his car, they slowly moved up and down the neighbouring streets. After an hour with no luck in finding Izzy they decided to circle back to the House hoping she had returned. When they rolled onto the street that the house was on they noticed a car parked out front in the middle of the road. Sitting on the hood of the car was Latrelle and standing beside him around the car were several of the Prophet$ gang members. 

Anxious to get rid of Latrelle and the others so that he could search for Izzy, Oscar said "I ain't got no business with you today, besides you're on the wrong side of the tracks homie you don't belong here!" With a smug look on his face Latrelle slowly got off the hood of his car, took a step forward and folded his arms. "You're right but it just so happens I got something of yours, I thought you might want back" he says mysteriously signalling to one of his guys. The guy then opens up the boot of the car, picks up, carries and places Izzy just behind Latrelle, her hands tied and tape strapped over her mouth. 

She stands there her eyes swollen from crying and her body trembling with fear. Before Oscar could say anything Latrelle says "Now if you don't want her back that's fine I'll happily keep her I could always do with a hyna as my slave." He smirks and winks at Izzy. "LET HER GO LATRELLE I'M WARNING YOU!!" demands Oscar. "Oh spooky my man if I didn't know better I'd stay you've grown soft, letting your girl dress like some hooker, clearly can't hack the punishing thing, letting her go then begging to get her back!" says Latrelle knowing that he's pushing every single one of Oscars buttons. The Prophet$ are currently outnumbering The Santos leaving them helpless and afraid to try anything. 

"Tell you what I'll let you have her back, free of charge but first I'm gonna show you how you really treat a hyna that steps out of line". Two of the Prophet$ grab Oscar and hold him back whilst another four grab hold of the other two Santos guys. Latrelle turns around to face Izzy and without a word rips off the tape covering her mouth. He then slaps her across the face and punches her in the stomach, she falls to the ground in agony. "A true leader doesn't let no one overrule him especially his bitch" he says angrily before kicking Izzy in the ribs. She gasps, winded by that finale blow. "And that's how it's done" says Latrelle as he gets in his car. He drives off as his fellow Prophet$ get into other cars and do the same. 

Oscar runs over to Izzy who has passed out from the pain, he carefully wraps his arms around her and lifts her up, running into the house. He yell's at the guys to bring him supplies, "BLANKETS, I NEED BLANKETS, ICE, RAGS, HOT WATER, A FIRST AID KIT OR SOMETHING!!"