Jazz POV
Urggh…my head hurts.
Crap. Why is it dark? Where am I? Shit, shit, shit. How did I even get into this mess? Then I remembered Bonkers Bell. Yes, I am talking about that crazy girl, Amy Bell, who strikes me as Stella’s cousin with that abnormally natural scary face and excessive giggling.
Now, where oh, where could I be? Please don’t tell me I’ve been raped. I’m too sexy for that type of abuse. I twisted around and felt that I was on top of something soft. Most likely a bed. Only problem is my hands are tied above my head, so are my feet; and I was blindfolded.
“Awake already? Well, that was fast.” Amy said, taking off the blindfold. I’m gonna die!
Why is she here? She’s going to use me to fuck her to oblivion until I either run dry or catch STDs and then, she’d cut my balls slowly while giggling profusely and throw me at the docks-
My thoughts were interrupted when a pregnant girl came in the room.
She looked about eighteen to nineteen-ish or maybe younger.
“Carrie!” The pregnant teen gasped when she saw me. Amy froze. Amy’s name is Carrie?
Amy, erm, Carrie turned to the pregnant teen. “H-hey, Molly. What are you doing here? I thought you said you’re coming back tomorrow…noon.”
Molly, as her name is, went closer to where I was tied up. “I went home earlier to see what my baby sister is doing. And…the heck Carrie! Untie him. I mean, why is he even tied up on your bed in the first place…?” Molly trailed off and blushed hard.
“Oh,” Molly said, “S-s-sorry, Carrie. I, uhm, didn’t know you were having, ehm…”
What the hell, woman! Does it look like I’m enjoying this? I was not about to have sex with your psycho bitch of a sister!
“I was not about to shag this mental patient! She kidnapped me in a party and then I wake up here-wait- where is ‘here’ anyway?” I screamed and realized I didn’t know where I was.
Molly untied me with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry.” She then glared at a nervous-looking Carrie, “I hope my sister didn’t severely hurt you. Please don’t arrest her.”
I rubbed my hands which were tied down by scarves a while ago, “S’kay. Anyway, where am I?”
“You’re here at our house in the little town of Crowell.” Carrie replied, smirking slightly. Crowell? Crowell. Crowell! Holy guacamole! This town is miles away from the damned city. Maybe two to three hour ride at the least. What the heck am I doing here anyway?
“Carrie, what is this poor boy doing here anyway?” Molly asked Carrie who was now glaring at me.
“I-” Carrie began, but I cut her off, “Please, call me Jazz. It’s annoying calling me ‘poor boy’.”
“Okay, Jazz. Want me to get you anything to drink, eat?” Molly asked kindly. Finally, after a whole day filled with crazy women starting from my cousin, I actually meet a decent girl who’s not trying to kill me!
“Yes please. I’m really parched.” We all headed to this small sized kitchen where they also eat in. Molly handed me a cold glass of sparkly water.
After I drank, Molly turned to Carrie. “Apologize.” She demanded.
“B-but-” Carrie stuttered.
“No. Apologize.” Molly glared at her coldly which caused Carrie to flinch and mumble a ‘sorry’.
I smirked and said teasingly, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said just now.”
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Teen FictionMeet Jazz Lewis, an excellent yet narcissistic boy who thought he could top everything. That was, until Alexander Addams, the somehow perfect boy, arrived to give him a lesson on humility and love. And maybe also teach Jazz that he won't always be o...
