The Bad Girl's Fight

Two Stories Collide

*V's POV (From when she turned herself over)*

From chapter: Lies and Secrets...

It seemed all thoughts of Cole and questioning Diablo about it had been forgotten as I watched Ky slowly edging herself onto my bike with the backpack wrapped around her shaking shoulders. She looked back at me as she let my bike carry her away from the disgusting man sitting beside me, as our eyes searched for each other, the tinted car window prevented her from seeing me mouth *be safe*. All I hoped now was that Ky, my best and only friend, could reach the town that sat a half hour from here and call the man I had met once 6 months ago while I was still hiding in Chicago. I hoped that he would remember the favour he owed me and would understand what her call would mean.

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We'd been driving for about 15 minutes, possibly 20 - I've stopped counting. Diablo had blindfolded me almost immediately upon my entering the SUV, and the prick had gotten a little too close for a little too long - luckily they hadn't bound my wrists with anything stronger than rope, so a swat in his general area did the trick. First rule of thumb: you must always have some control over any situation you find yourself in. The driver had taken 2 left turns and then a right turn. Second rule of thumb: keep alert, don't think a blindfold is cause for an exception of rule numero uno... you have other senses other than sight, once you lose a sense you must learn to act on your others. Now we're driving across some kind of off-road terrain. Third rule: the only instance where rule one and two can be excepted, is if you are fucking knocked out. Hopefully you can see where I'm heading with this... next thing I know the darkness that is coating me is inside of me - it is everywhere, it is overwhelming and It suffocates my rational thinking.

Waking up from a drug induced blackout is never a pleasant thing, the body isn't used to the drugs forced into its system and so in any normal person, nausea and dizziness can be expected. If this were me only a year ago, I wouldn't have come to so quickly, and I wouldn't have this level of awareness. While I was sleeping in hostels and on friends' couches I had met many unfamiliar people and learnt a plethora of useful skills. One particularly useful skill is the ability to become immune under common sedatives - learnt it from a family friend with questionable morals, certainly useful for situations like these though! With a lot of practice and many nights spent throwing my guts up over a toilet, I can now gain consciousness much quicker and the affects of being drugged don't effect my clarity as much. Without notifying the men in the car of me being awake, I have the advantage of listening to their conversations. "Your brother doesn't have a clue of what he is doing! Everyone knows you are a much better match for our organisation, Diablo." What the hell. They were talking about Diablo losing his title of Don to his brother Esqueleto. In the mafia, when there are two heirs for the Don title, the children must go against each other in a series of set challenges to determine who is most suited for the situation. Don't ask me how I know this. "This Cabrona will give me the chance to redeem myself and claim what should have been mine from the beginning", Oh for fucks sake! That idiota! I failed to realise that I had said that out loud, "what was that cabrona?" Diablo's Spanish tongue poured poisonous words down my throat, choking me with a newfound rage. The convoy came to an abrupt stop and one of Diablo's henchman took me by the ponytail, ripping me from where I was sat. "Lets move it cabrona". The ogre spat at me! I could feel his putrid saliva running down the back of my neck, what an idiota. My rage flowed like fire through my body: blood returning back to my lungs, fire in place of oxygen, sent by the heart to scorch the rest of my body. I would not let this disrespect stand!

Back before I had been drugged, they had realised that ropes were not strong enough to restrain me, and so they had assumed that a single cable tie would do - remember this folks, to assume makes an ass of you and me. With a rotation of the wrists and a little force applied against my knee, the cable ties broke and I was free. The next issue was the blindfold rendering me sightless; now I had hands, this wouldn't be a problem. The light broke through the haze in my eyes and the sickness I couldn't ignore disappeared as I could finally gather my surroundings, it seemed Diablo had taken me back to where it all began.

"Come down sweety!"...

...she sounds almost.... panicked?...

...no normal person would reach for an Astra A-60 pistol...

...today I felt different, the atmosphere felt different...

...the scream of my little brother...

...That was not the scream of  joy or happiness, it was the scream of pain and terror...

...it was haunting...

...lying on the ground was my mother in a pool of her own blood...

...no trace of any intruders...

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Hey Guys,

This chapter is short but another will definitely be uploaded soon!

XOXO Phoebe XOXO