Broke Down Palace

|chapter five|

Days had gone by, maybe weeks that I'd been locked up here, enduring the unthinkable. The smell of piss and weed filled the air as I came too after passing out numerous times. I had no idea what these niggas wanted me for or where they even knew me from, all I knew is that there were four. From what they yelled at me over the abuse and violence they put on me, they knew my father. I had rope burning my wrists and cutting deep into my skin, making it raw and bloody and the pain from that alone made me wince. They had my legs tied just as tight and pinned to the bottom of what felt like a old wooden chair. The room was freezing and dark, dark as hell when I was alone and only one dim light lit the room when they came in. I couldn't tell if I was in a basement or a warehouse, I had no idea what time of the day it was, there were no windows or sign of a clock anywhere. oh my motherfucking god I am gonna die I thought to myself squirming in my chair. I had something like a rag lodged in my mouth and bounded by tape which made it incredibly hard to breathe and what made matters worst is that I kept going in and out of consciousness so I couldn't get any real details about what the fuck they wanted. I squinted hard to try to see around the room, usually there was something covering my eyes but this time there was not. I felt my tears slip from my eyes and burn the cuts and scrapes on my face. I squirmed some more and the rope dug deeper into my flesh. "ahhhhhhhhhhh my god" I muffled through the gag. I must have alerted someone because the door swung open and the light beamed in letting me know it was now daytime and made me flinch. When the room lit up I could see just how big of a space I was in, the room was huge. There was really nothing in it except for a few boxes and some trash. I squinted watching this huge muscular figure move through the room. "sleeping beauty is awake" he snarled, the voice deep in baritone, not striking me as familiar at all. It hurt me when I thought about how long this could go on for. Of course Jas cared about me but other than her I had no one. I could be gone for years and I wouldn't even be missed. I started to cry and moan at the thought and felt a sharp slap across my face. I winced and jerked my head back. fuck you! I yelled through the gag, glaring at the motherfucker that hit me. He was up close and personal now so I could make out all of his features. He was a real dark black, like almost purple black, with some hefty broad shoulders and a scar going through his eyebrow and connecting to his left eye causing a lazy eye. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and gray dirt stained sweatpants. I glared at him, even though I was the one in the chair, like I was about to beat the shit out of him. He smirked and then said "awww did that hurt?" I didn't flinch when he raised his hand back to hit me again. That must have surprised him because he lowered his hand and stared at me. "your right" he laughed. "no more bullshit ... YO MIKE!!!!" he screamed over his shoulder. He turned back towards me and said "let's get this shit over with"

|then ....|

I couldn't figure out which bag I wanted to take on the trip, I had so many and I really wanted to be able to fit at the least 10 pair of shoes in it. I held my hand under my chin studying the bags on my bed, trying to think when I heard a knock on my door. "yeah?" I yelled as my brother walked in. "yo" he said walking in and looking at all the clothes sprawled on the floor. "what the fuck you doing? moving out or taking a trip for a week?" he asked laughing. I rolled my eyes "can I help you stupid?" he made hiself comfortable and sat down on the edge of my bed. "as a matter of fact .." he started, as i watched his mood switch from calm to suddenly antsy. He started scratching his head and I already knew what that meant. He had something on his mind. I sat down next to him looking confused. "Wassup Shawn? you can ask me anything, even if it's stupid like usual" I added trying to lighten the mood I could see was getting uncomfortable. He laughed but not really. Shawn was cool guy, he never liked to show his emotion and like my dad he liked to think first and act later. The two of them were boss men in my eyes, my father really put him on with how to dress, his mannerisms and how to make executive moves. They were so fucking secretive, I sat next to my brother with my face scrunched up wondering what the hell was on his mind."I ever showed you how to use to a gun?" he replied with a stern face rubbing his hands together. I didn't flinch. I never used one, never knew I needed to know how but I figured my brother was involved in the rougher things in life despite his clean and proper appearance. He stood before me in moss green slacks, brown loafers and a rust red plaid button up. I had a blank stare for a minute but Shawn seemed eager. "Jo!" he yelled, I rolled my eyes. "why? I don't wanna be involved with none of the shit your friends ..." but he quickly interrupted me "my friends? Nah they aint shit compared to the niggas you need to protect yourself from" I scrunched my face up confused as fuck at this point. I stood up off the bed and sighed feeling that this conversation was going nowhere until we heard a loud boom sounding like it came from the front gates. "what the fu.." I started to run over to my bedroom patio to see if I could see any of the guards but Shawn grabbed my wrists and snatched me to the floor. He whispered for me to be quiet as I looked at him like he was crazy, I could feel my heart beating and anxiety shooting through the roof assuming the worst was about to happen, usually I was always wrong, blowing things out of proportion but this time little did I know I was exactly right. We laid there for a couple of seconds but it felt like hours as we listened to alot of busting and banging throughout the house. I was growing impatient and wondered if my brother had been talking about preparing me for these kind of guys in my house right now. I looked at him confused about how much he knew and asked "Shawn what the fuck is going on and please dont bullshit me!" I was worried and last I knew my mother was in her room asleep. He hesitated to answer and mumbled something under his breath. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about but fear exscaped me as I stood up and headed towads my bedroom door. Fuck it if he wasnt gonna tell me I will find the hell out. I heard a gun cock just as my hand hit my doornob and for a minute I thought I was loosing my mind until I turned around and confirmed the answer to my question to see Shawn pointing a 45 caliber in my direction. My heart dropped.