Don't Do This To Me ~ Sonny Robertson (Roadtrip)

Chapter 18 - Enemies Were Made

Sonny's POV
As the days went by, I felt the growing pains get harsher. Despite being an adult, I still wished to think of myself as a child. I was scared, and practically dying. I had a life threatening disease taking over my body and as stupid as it sounded, I wanted my Mum.
There I was, sat in my bed with a box of tissues and a cup of tea. I set aside the cup of tea on the table, and curled up in the duvet. Tears streaming down my cheeks. With every sob that managed to escape my mouth, I received sharp pains in my lower abdomen. My body ached, and I had a hard time catching my breath. I forced myself to stop crying for 5 seconds just to calm myself, and that gave my body the fine opportunity to mess with my stomach. I felt a strong urge to vomit, and without hesitation I ran to the toilet and out came what looked to be blood. Panic struck me as this obviously wasn't normal, and I began to sob again once noting that my condition was getting worse.

After 10 minutes of staying by the toilet in case I needed to vomit again, I lazily strutted back to the bed and buried myself in the soft covers. This time, no tears left my eyes. I only lay there in my thoughts.
2 days went by and I was isolating myself from everyone. Depression reeked in my presence and I couldn't let anyone see me like this.
On day three, I finally decided to charge my phone and within 3 seconds of it turning on, I got a phone call from Lloyd. I reluctantly answered it and put it on speaker as my arm didn't have to power or strength to hold the phone.
"Sonny?" I heard from the phone.

"Yeah?" I miserably answered.

"Where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you. I came by yesterday but you didn't answer the door."

"I'm at home."

"Listen, get ready I'll be there in 10." And with that, the phone line was cut. I alarmingly got out of bed and threw myself in the shower. After getting dressed in the most normal clothes I would wear which was anything black with the usual leather jacket, I grabbed my keys and walked outside seeing Lloyd just arrive. He took me in his car and said he had to show me something. He started driving and I lay my head back.
After slightly dozing off into a light sleep in his car, my head was thrown forward with sharpness. A loud crash ached through my ears. Someone hit our car with obvious force. In sudden pain, I look up to the window to see a car with angry gang members inside eying my brother.
"Sonny get out the car. Now. Run." I heard him say once making eye contact with the people in the car. I looked up to face them again and they were headed towards us, but my body was in no position to get up again. I closed my eyes in defeat but then was awoken by Lloyd in front me me trying to get me on my feet. Before I could warn him about the mysterious people behind him, he was hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat and left unconscious on the floor. 3 seconds after that and I was also knocked out.

I felt some sense in me, slowly being able to open my eyes and I had not a single clue where I was. I looked over to my left to see Lloyd tied up in ropes and once looking back at myself, I realised that I too was tied up in a chair along side with Lloyd. I began to shuffle in my seat, but then stopped at the sound of footsteps. Lloyd began to wake up, and once he did, he told me to stay very quiet. This was obviously his doing, looked like an enemy he had made.
When the footsteps came to a stop, we both looked up to see an old tattooed guy with knives and guns all around him as accessories. 

"Lloyd. And this must be your brother, correct?"