The Fearless One

Chapter 2. Unlucky

^Stephen James as Lucas Castillo.

Ava.

Pain. It radiated all over my body. 

I opened my eyes slowly as a bright light was pointed directly at me. I tried to move my arms but they were tied up behind me. I didn't know where I was but it looked like some sort of basement. I was scared to death and didn't even know what to think. I looked around and noticed that I wasn't alone, in the corner a body laid. I raised my head to get a better view and realized that it was Sean. I quickly pushed myself to the other corner ignoring the pain that came from the actions, I didn't want to be anywhere near him.

I heard a door open and from the top of the stairs, someone emerged. I tried to get a better look at him as he reached the bottom. He was very handsome, tall, and muscular, his body was filled with tattoos too. He turned to look me in the eyes and I immediately felt intimidated. "Wh-why am I here?" I managed to ask. 

Ignoring me he walked over to a locker and pulled out a bat. My eyes widened and I found myself wishing the floor would swallow me before he decided to use that on me. Thankfully he headed towards the direction of Sean's unconsious body. I shrieked and covered my eyes as he swung the baseball bat up and then down onto Sean. As if he was revived by God himself Sean burst his eyes open and began to groan in pain.

It brought me happiness to see him in pain but I can't cheer in victory right now since I have NO IDEA who this person is, where I am, or why I'm here. 

"Wake up you bastard we have some talking to do." The man said as he lifted Sean up. I watched as two other guys came down into the room and carried Sean's body up the stairs. The man's eyes shifted to meet my wide ones, Oh no I'm next I thought.

"Please don't hurt me, please I have nothing to do with this, I-was- I just live there those are my fathers friend-" I was cut off by his laugh. 

"It's not your turn yet now shut the hell up." his voice was low but it held authority so I had no choice but to 'shut the hell up'.

-2 hours later-

I feel like I've been sitting on this damn concrete floor forever. I can't even lay down because my hands are tied behind my back. Not being able to sleep I kept thinking about my dad, I remember hearing gunshots downstairs before passing out and he isn't here in this room so I can only assume that he's dead or somewhere else in this place. I had so many questions about everything that happened in the last day.

My arms began to feel numb, and I began feeling very impatient. Right as I tried to stand up the door above the stairs opened. It was the tattooed guy again. 

I stopped what I was doing and sat back down. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Am I ready? To leave? yes, I am.

"Please can you let me go, I have nothing to do with whatever is happening" I cowered in fear as he got closer. He crouched down to where I was sitting and cupped my face. A shiver ran down my spine as he said, "Honey, you're not going anywhere any time soon."

He threw me over his shoulder effortlessly not caring that my hands where tied behind my shoulders bringing me even more pain to my bruised body. He huffed up the stairs with me over his shoulder.

I winced in pain as he walked us through a very fancy house. This looked like the inside of one of the mansions I pretend to 'save for later' on the Zillow app. Mr. Tattoos took me through a long corridor and opened two large doors that led into some kind of office. He threw me down to the floor, surely adding a new bruise to the thigh I landed on.

"Don't move a muscle, he'll be here in a bit" 

As if I could move at all you jerk, I thought to myself. He walked out of the office leaving me wondering about who the person I would be meeting soon was.