Page 103 of Ethan's Sky

“It’s not bad enough I have one dead bitch on my hands, now I’ve got to figure out what to do with your sorry ass! Why couldn’t you just leave us alone? Huh? Why’d you have to follow us here, Skyler? Fuck! He’s going to kill me!”

I wasn’t sure who ‘he’ was, but I was certain Chase was going out of his mind and if I didn’t get the hell out of there, I was going to find myself in a world of trouble.

“Chase. Listen. Let me go home and I won’t say anything to anyone. I-I-I want to go home. Okay?” Like hell I’d go home and not tell anyone. I was going straight to the fucking police if I could reason with him to let me go.

His hand came out of nowhere and punched me in the side of the head. Pain shot through my temple and the edges of my eyes grew black. I toppled to the ground and curled into a ball.

“Fuck!” I could hear Chase pacing again. I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t black out, but I was damn close to it, and I knew if I moved or said anything, the next hit would cause me to pass out. I couldn’t let that happen. Who knows what Chase would do if I was unconscious and at his mercy.

Tears filled my eyes. My heart thundered inside my chest. My head felt like something exploded behind my eyes, Nausea was bubbling up inside me. I had to fight like hell to keep from throwing up. But I managed to do it. I kept silent while I listened to Chase make a phone call.

“Yo! We got a problem, man! A big fucking problem!” I couldn’t hear the other person on the phone, but I could tell by the way he was pacing faster, Chase was afraid of whoever it was.

“You know the Sinclair bitch? Yeah, the one Emily was always hanging out with before she started turning tricks.”

Emily did what?

“Well, apparently, Emily called her, and the bitch followed us here. No, I have a dead junkie whore and her fucking friend who saw me here with her. What do I do? I could bring her back to the house and we could turn her out, replace the bitch in the backseat who overdosed.”

He walks a few steps, taking a few deep breaths. I remain perfectly still, awaiting the opportunity to get the fuck out of here.

“Yeah. No. She’s got an uncle or some shit who’s a King. But she’s nothing to them. It’s just her and her pops living in that old house. I don’t think…” Chase stops talking. The voice on the phone is shouting at him. I can’t make out the words, but I can hear how angry the person is from all the way down here.

“All right. All right. I’ll do it. I’ll take care of her and leave her in the car with the other one.” He turns toward me, his eyes narrowed to slits. “Yeah. I heard you! I’ll take care of it!” Chase hangs up the phone and stalks his way over to me.

Grabbing me by the hair, he pulls me up to my feet. I scream as tears run down my face.

“Please. What are you doing? Chase, please let me go! I won’t say anything! Just let me go home!”

He pulls me in close to his body, his face close to mine as he licks his lips.

“I’d love to believe you, but you got ties to the Kings and if they find out the Devils were using you little friend here for profit, well, you could see what kind of trouble you could cause for me and my friends, right?”

“I-I-don’t know what you mean. But I’m not part of the Kings. I barely know them. But I’m not…”

“Shut up, bitch!” He shouts, releasing my hair and dropping me to the ground. He rubs his hand across his face. His shirt lifts and I see the glint of a gun in the front waistband of his pants.

“My brother may not want to turn you out, but I bet you’d be a sweet piece of ass.” His eyes darken and glaze over as he licks his lips. “Yeah, I think you owe me at least a little taste for my troubles. What’d you say, Skyler? You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you before I put a bullet in your head?”

I get to my knees and try to run, but his arms clamp around my waist, pinning me to him, my back to his front.

“Now, see, that wasn’t the right answer.” He growls in my ear.

He pulls the gun from his waistband, holding to my head and I still.

“That’s more like it.” He pushes my hair away from my neck with the gun and licks behind my ear. My body convulses and I throw up all over the ground.

“What the fuck?” Chase shouts, releasing me. I get up and start to run, but Chase catches up to me, tackling me to the hard asphalt. I scream out in pain.

I land on my stomach with Chase at my back. My legs are twisted, but Chase quickly flips me over on my back, reaching for my panties with his hand, waving the gun with his other. I don’t think, I react.

Reaching for the gun, I grab his wrist with both hands. Chase slaps my face, but I don’t let go. I pull his arm down toward my chest. He’s got both hands trying to pull me off, but I’m determined to get out of this. I have too much to look forward to. I can’t let this be the end.

Chase moves the gun down between us and a sense of panic wells up inside me.

Not my stomach. I plead silently to whatever entity would listen.

“You stupid fucking cunt!” Chase shouts in my face. His pupils are dilated. His eyes bloodshot. I know he’s high. His movements are becoming jerkier less controlled which only causes me even more panic.

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