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“More shit? Like we don’t have a fuckin’ clubhouse full of shit already,” I groan.
“You should see the fuckin’ house. Kiki has made it her life mission to fill that motherfucker as full as she can with any decorations she can find,” Locke reports. I shake my head as my dad laughs.
“She’s always loved the holidays.”
“Every fuckin’ one of them.”
“She still does, Prez. Trust me,” he adds.
“Let them have their fun. The kids will enjoy it, and we’ll have a fuckin’ party for the adults. Booze and bitches always seem to make you assholes happy,” Dad says with a laugh.
Chapter 10
Kemah
I’ve lain here for days. He wasn’t lying when he told me to piss myself, which I’ve done. I feel disgusting, like I’m slowly losing my mind. The bedroom door opens, and he walks in.
I try my best to ignore him, but he walks closer, bends down, and cuts the rope from my wrists. I quickly pull them down, rubbing them where the rope has bitten into my skin.
“Get up,” he orders. My head still hurts, but I sit myself up as the room sways. I roll onto my knees and shove myself up, standing and holding onto the bed so I don’t fall over. “You’re leaving.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re leaving. Your father and I agreed this would be the best course of action to take with you. You need to be somewhere you can be monitored all the time.” Monitored? What the hell is he talking about? I don’t need a fucking babysitter.
“I’m not going,” I tell him. He doesn’t respond, just laughs. That’s when I hear the footsteps getting closer. My eyes shoot to the door just as four men storm in. I look at Jake, but he just smiles at me.
“What the hell is going on?”
“I told you, you’re leaving.”
“Going where?”
“Somewhere you can stay out of trouble,” he replies casually. I want to snap his little fucking neck, that bastard. The men come toward me, one making a face as the scent of urine is strong in here. One quickly shoves something over my head, while one grabs my arm, and the other moves in behind me. I feel something touch my back, and then I scream as my muscles spasm. Are they tasing me? When the shock of the taser wears off, I try to fight once more. The fourth man, I assume, grabs my other arm as they drag me toward the door. I try to fight them, but the pain comes back. Electricity shoots through my body, threatening to buckle my knees.
“We can do this all day,” Jake’s voice says.
“You son of a bitch!” I yell.
“This will only be until we get married, Kemah. If you can behave after that, you can come home.”
“Behave? Like I’m a fucking child!”
“You’re acting like one, which is why you can’t stay here right now,” he adds.
“You tied me to the fucking dresser, Jake!”
“Again, you were acting like a child. Just go along with these men and you’ll be fine,” he says.
“And if I don’t?” I ask and then feel it again. My jaw locks as my body tightens again. I can feel the piss leaking down my legs.
“Jesus, Kemah. That’s disgusting.”
“I hate you,” I seethe as soon as I’m able to talk. He doesn’t say anything when the men start leading me out of the room.
We make it outside where they force me to climb into something, a van maybe?
“Sit down,” someone orders me. As I sit down on the seat, I hear women talking around me.
