Aria and Aubrey { A TLS} : Book Two

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Twist of Fate

I woke up to the scent of fresh blood and heard classical music playing around me. My vision was hazy but I could tell we were moved into a new room, with dark, torn furniture, something you'd see in an a house that's been abandoned for years. I tried to move but when I did, a burst of sharp electrical pain shot through my body, making me cry out. Tears started falling from my eyes and I couldn't help them. Who would do something like this? Who would keep people hostage like this? Like we're dogs meant to be left in cages! I heard the voices of men, but I couldn't make them out so clearly. They sounded muffled as if there was a boundary...

My vision was clearing and I realized that I was in an abandoned house, and that the room I was in was a smelly, dank bathroom. I was shaking hard as if I had been outside in the cold for hours, and I could still feel the restrictions on my wrists and ankles.

I shook my head and screamed. I screamed for f*cking dear life. Tears started streaming down my face, just pouring down and carrying all of my desperation with it. Through my sobs, I could hear the bathroom door open, and the clicking of what sounded like...heels? What?

"Tsk, tsk. Poor girl. I didn't mean for this to go so far...this wasn't my plan. He just got so caught up in being with me, I couldn't stop him. He's...crazy."

I furrowed my brows and tried to turn my head, but the pain was too much, leaving me shaking even more than I was before. The smell of some cheap flowery perfume drifted towards my nose, mixing with the dankness of the bathroom. Who was this bitch? The voice sounded familiar...a little too familiar.

"N-Nicki?" I breathed.

She chuckled as her heels clicked towards me, the bathroom door shutting hard behind her.

"Miss me?"
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|Aubrey's POV|

I couldn't believe I had gotten Aria into a situation like this..all because I wanted to be stubborn and do what I wanted to do. Now I'm paying for it...heavily.

I watched as Abel paced the room on the phone, talking excitedly about how he was about to torture me. Fucking pathetic. I shifted my attention to all the niggas in the room who I used to consider my brothers...niggas who rode me for me no matter what. Now they're all about to help torture me, shit even kill me. My eyes held with Tyga's. I could see the shame in his eyes, even though the rest of his face was emotionless. I shook my head and placed my eyes on the floor, embarrassment and shame flooding my body.

"Iight. Well, he's here now kneeling like a little bitch. I'm just gonna torture him until you get here, cool? Trust me, I will do a very good job. Iight, see you soon."

Abel chuckled as he turned back to me. He smiled at me and gestured to the phone. " You know who that was?" I didn't answer. He chuckled. "It was your executioner. Now-"

Abel took a few more steps towards me, then crouched down so we could be face to face. " I know I said I wanted to kill you myself, but...seeing you get killed is much more fun. Then I won't have to deal with the repercussions. Man..." He shook his head before standing up again. "I just hate to see a good nigga go to waste. But then again, it makes sense when he has plenty of enemies. He's bound to get taken out someday."

I kept looking towards the floor as Abel turned on some classical music. I only let one tear fall from my eye as soon I felt the first punch land on my face. The blow knocked me down off my knees, my face hitting the wooden floorboards hard as fuck.

"Jerome, Tyga, continue this for me. I'm going to take care of Miguel. His body has to go somewhere." The punches continued to flow as I caught a glimpse of Abel walking away. With each punch and kick, the pain became all too real, I couldn't even open my mouth to make noise...and then I saw her.

My eyes caught flashes of Nicki in her bright red lace dress...her black high heels clicking against the floor, passing straight through.

A kick was landed straight into my stomach, making me dry heave into the floor and I could feel the blood from my almost-broken jaw drop down towards my shirt. I deserve all of this...all of this pain is what I get for messing with the people who hate me the most...acting like I was invincible when I'm really just a fucking coward. But...why is Nicki here? Does that mean-

"Enough." I groaned and semi-rolled over on the floor. The pain was unbearable, I felt like my body was unraveling, and something was stabbing inside of me. I was breathing heavily, even though the pain of trying to obtain oxygen made me want to pass out.

Jerome and Tyga backed away as Wayne came up to me. He squatted down and chuckled to himself. "Damn, you got yourself into some shit huh? Just as I figured."

Wayne?! What the fuck is going on? "W-Wayne...what t-the fuck..." I breathed out. The pain was too much...I couldn't keep up. My vision started blurring and I could feel I was going to pass out.

Wayne sucked his teeth and slapped the shit out of me. I felt some warm liquid fly onto my arm, which I assumed was my blood. I couldn't even hold my head straight after that.

"I still need you awake nigga, it's not nap time."

"Huuuh...w-what?" I mumbled. The classic music stopped and I could hear Abel come towards me.

"You like the surprise I have for you Drake? Apparently, I'm not the only person you've fucked over. Hmm, not all that interesting, but it's nice to have someone who hates you as much as I do."

As soon as that shit dropped out his mouth, I passed out cold. I couldn't hold on anymore...