Thieving Florida

chapter 19

Jessica Morgan Chase
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What had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days?

My throat was dry. My vision was black, even when I opened my eyes. I was definitely blindfolded. My ankles and wrists were bound by ropes. I was slumped against a stone wall, sitting on concrete ground. It was cold, and there were no other noises around.

"Hello?" I called. No answer.

"Hello?" I yelled, louder than before. I heard a bang on the door, but that was it.

My stomach growled with hunger, I had a terrible headache, my body was sore, and again, my throat was dry as a desert.

I tried to wiggle my hands and feet, but there was no room for movement in the ropes that bound me.

"Is anyone going to help me?" I called. No one said anything.

I waited for a long time. I almost kept dosing off, but I wanted to be ready for anything that came along.

Finally, I heard a door slowly open.

"Help me! Please, help me!" I yelled. I heard a deep chuckle.

"Sweetie, you are far away from someone who will help you," the voice said.

Male. That much was obvious.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

I could practically hear the guy smirking. "I do what I want. Now shut up."

"No! Somebody, please!" I yelled desperately.

The guys foot connected with my rib cage. I let out an 'oomph' and started coughing wildly.

"I said shut up, you bitch," the voice said angrily. "Jeez, you're just like the other one."

The other one?

Marisa.

"What happened to Marisa? Where is she?" I asked quickly.

"Like I'd actually tell you," the guy spat. "Let's just say that her boyfriend's been a bad, bad boy."

Aj. What did he do?

And Logan.

"It was you who shot Logan," I said in a whisper.

"What? Speak up if you're going to waste your energy."

"It was you!" I shouted. "You shot Logan, you bastard! He was only a boy!"

I took a blow to the face. "You'll learn to keep your mouth shut, stupid girl."

He started walking around. Something sounded off about his steps. Like he was... limping.

"But yeah, I shot the kid. Well, my boys did," he said. I could hear the enjoyment in his voice, and it made me sick.

"Go to hell," I spat. The guy chuckled.

"I've got a spot reserved just for me. It's call the throne," he sneered.

He stopped walking. "Anyways, you've got a reason to be here too. At first I thought I would just be getting Aj's bitch, but no. When I saw that there were two girls, this became more than just revenge. You see, now it's a game. And a trap, too. I'm leading both Aj and Alexander right to me, all for some stupid girls. They're pathetic, really."

I hissed. "How do you know Xander?"

"Xander," he mimicked in a high pitched voice. "That kid? Oh, he owes me big time. Their gang all together owes me, but if I have the gang leader and second in command, I'm pretty happy.