Something Worth Fighting For (ON HOLD!)

Something Worthing Fighting For--Chapter 8

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Myeshia Hinshaw ©♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Hey, guys! I am back.. I know this is like almost 2 weeks later but I had some major writer's block. The thing is that I actually write a few chapters ahead but then I had a genius idea! So, I had to spend the last few weeks getting my idea on to paper. And legit, an hour or two ago, it came to me. So I got to writing. Lets get into Chapter 8!

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Something Worth Fighting For--Chapter 8

      Where I am? I wondered to myself. I looked around the poorly lit room. It wasn't that small of a room and wasn't that small either. And by the smell of it, it was a laboratory. I could smell all the chemicals. Why am I in a lab?? I walked cautiously towards the door. I didn't like the vibe I was getting off this unknown place.

"Please...you don't have to do this." A faint pleading female's voice reached my ears. It felt like somebody dumped ice water on my body. My body froze and chills began to run rampant throughout my body. My first human instinct was to run towards the voice, however, my first agent instinct was telling me to keep calm and assess my situation. I felt my body to see if I had any weapons hidden on me. I let out a shaky, panicky breath when my hands came up empty.

"No," the voice said, a little bit louder, sending another set of chills over my body. Ignoring the chills, I wondered why the fuck I was in an unknown place without any type of weapon. I kicked the wall in frustration. I ran my hands through my hair and realizing that I will have to rough it. I continued walking towards the door and slowly opened it. When nobody attacked me, I poked my head out and scanned the empty hallway. When I didn't see any danger or motion sensored cameras, I deemed it safe enough for me to walk out.

I surveyed my new surroundings and found a whole wall of 12 foot high windows. Except that these windows didn't lead to outside. I peeked through them and saw tables, chairs, and a stage below. I'm in a high school...but why? Movement below had me scurrying out of view. Staying out of whatever was below's view, I watched.

I saw a big buff man dragging a woman with reddish brown curly hair into the cafeteria from the left side. 2 other men shortly followed after Mr.Buff. One had ropes and the other one had cleaning supplies. The buff man moved so they could tie the girl up. My hand flew over my mouth to silene the involuntary scream. "Mom?" I gasped. That's why I got those chills earlier. It didn't even register that the voice could belong to my own mother. I just thought it was a girl in trouble.

"Your mother has been acting...strange. Rowdy is going to talk to her later tonight. Don't worry about it. You have training early in the morning so you need to get to bed." My father's words bounced into my head. That's the last thing I remembered before waking up in this school.

As if on cue, Rowdy appeared from the shadows of the stage. He walked like he had no worries. Like he wasn't in a school doing something illegal. I knew something bad was going to happen. That crazy vibe I had before was stronger than ever now. Rowdy had something in hid hand but since his back was to me, I couldn't see it. One second Rowdy was winding his hand back and the next second my mother's head was snapping to the side. That bastard had just slapped my mother. Anger boiled inside of me. Why isn't she fighting back?! She was trained on how to escape bondage! I thought angrily as I watched Rowdy talk to his 3 goons. He turned to the side and that's when I saw the 9mm pistol revolver in his right hand. He is going to kill her, I thought numbly. HE IS GOING TO KILL MY MOTHER, I thought furiously.

"NO!!" I yelled, making my presence known. In an instance, I had 4 guns aimed at me. Was I scared? Shit less. Would I show it? When hell freezes over. Reorganization flitted in Rowdy's eyes. He barked at his men to back down. One by one, the guns were put away. He pointed at 2 of his goons and then at me, indicating to go get me.