Fast Living (Urban)

Chapter 3

SPLASH!

“Wake up bitch!” The deep voice shouted as he throw a bucket of water on her and then the bucket knocking her in the head. As Dira slowly flowed back into consciousness she realized that she was in a room handcuffed to a bed.

“Please man, please don’t do this to me.” she pleaded as noticed that she only had the towel she had thrown on top of her body. “Please what do you want? Money? I can giv…”

SLAP! “Shut up!” the short 5’5 guy with a black mask on his face shouted.

She tried to hold in her cries as much as possible trying not to upset him anymore. He snatched the towel off of her body exposing all her lady parts and making her close her eyes as tight as she can, not wanting to see what he might have done to her body.

Just as he was about to crawl on top of her his phone rang. "Thank you God"

“Yo?.....Fuck…….Yeah.” he said into the phone then turned back to her. “Where Ty at?”

“If I tell you will you let me go?” she cried.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Where. Is. Ty?” he asked sternly.

“Last time I spoke to him he was at the Office.” She said hoping this would somehow let the guy set her free but instead he walked out leaving her there.

"Lord why is this happening to me? If I did something wrong please forgive. Can you help out of this mess please? Please please Lor.."

In walked in a guy with a black mask on his face with dreads hanging out from the back interrupting her thoughts. "Omg, its Vic."

She scrunched up her face into the meanest mean mug at him.“YOU FUCKING LIAR WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” she shouted. He said nothing to her, he went on to uncuff her. This made her shocked and confused.

“Let’s go!” he said giving her the towel to wrap around her exposed body. She did not hesitate, she jump off the bed quickly and wrapped the towel around her body. When she walked out the room behind him she realized that the unfurnished house was empty and dusty. This was making her more confused to even where she was.

When she stepped outside she noticed he was driving a black 2015 Chrysler 300. "That’s a sexy ass car." When they got inside before he turned on the car he just stared at her through his mask.

”If you going to fucking stare at me the least you can do is take that shit off your face, I mean you and I both know that’s it’s you Vic.” She said folding her arms staring straight out the windshield.

“That’s not the point. The point is can I trust you?” he asked making her scrunch up her face more than ever then looking at him.

“You fucking kidding me right? You almost got me fucking killed and you talking about can I trust you?!” she said snapped

“Me? Even though I’m supposed to just be doing my job I just saved your naïve ass!” he snapped back

“Yeah I don’t see what for? You wanted to be a super hero or some shit? This wouldn’t have never happened hadn’t it been for your lying ass.”

“This is deeper than you think ma. You going to thank me later.” He said taking his mask off speeding off. 45 minutes later they pulled up into a garage of some condos.

“I know you don’t expect for me to just jump out with just this towel on me right?” she shouted to him as he exited the car. When she realized that he was not paying her any attention she jumped out the car quickly and ran behind him.