Page 33 of Into the Blue
The first thing I check is my clothes. It’s an effort because one of my hands is tied to a pipe that’s above my head. It’s already fallen asleep, completely useless, but the other works just fine. My clothes are all stillthere. Nothing feels sore in my body like I’ve been sexually assaulted, but my head is killing me.
Unfortunately, I have had these protocols drilled into me from a young age just given my background. It’s second nature to tick these off the list.
“Bout damn time. I was sick of waiting for your ass.”
I blink and try to move my head around. Try to find the body that belongs to the voice.
Fuck.
No.
NO.
no.
Terrell stands there in the light, only marginally more put together than the last time I saw him. It’s dim and I don’t know where I’m at. I look for clues, but it’s useless since I can barely see anything.
“What do you want?” I croak out. My head is throbbing as I sit up.
His voice grates on my nerves as he rebuts, “Nah. Don’t work like that. You’ve been runnin’ your mouth too much already. I’ll do the talkin’ now.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about’.” I cough. My throat is dry and it feels like I’ve been sucking on cotton balls. “Can I get some water?”
“Sure,” he says, nodding to scary thing 2.
It happens too quickly for me to realize what’s happening. Water splashes me in the face and it’s ice cold. I squeal and try to protect myself from the liquid, but I can’t do anything with my hand still attached to the wall. One hand manages to rise, but the other jerks. Immediately, a twinge of pain fires in my shoulder. It hurts like hell with pins and needles running up and down the limb.
“What the fuck?” I yell. “What the fuck was that?”
Another dousing of water and I’m shivering. Junior is a giant sack of shit! It’s already cold in here but with the water soaking my clothes, it’s quickly lowering my body temperature.
“You done?” He asks with no expression other than irritation.What does he have to be irritated about?I’m the one who got taken against my will by the very man I’m trying to destroy. Now, I’m freezing cold and wet.
Let’s also go back to how my arm is completely dead hanging from the wall!
I remain silent since I don’t want to be doused with water again. I don’t know what plan he has for me and it’s best that I allow him to at least tell me what is in store for me so that I can come up with some kind of plan to get away from him as soon as possible.
“Good. You shut your ass up.” He paces to the side, making me track him through the dark space. “Imagine my surprise to find out the woman who went to visit my Pa the other day is none other thanthe Diamondeverybody has been talkin’ ‘bout at Off Topz.” His arms fly up beside him, spread wide with incredulity. “And she’s my sister! What do you know?”
“Half,” I retort. The pressure increases behind my eye as the headache from whatever they gave me is leaving my system as quietly as a marching band. “So what?”
His head bobs and it’s an impatient gesture. “I send Jimmy to go check things out and now…?” He looks around the room dramatically. “No Jimmy.”
He takes several steps toward me to close the distance between us.At least he bothered to take a shower today.The last time I saw him, he reeked of alcohol and cough syrup. He’s much more lucid today and I wonder if that bodes well for me.
With the look in his eye, I’m going to guess that it is worse for me. Much worse.
“Jimmy was a pig,” I respond trying hard not to shiver. It’s more than a little difficult. I’m achy from the shock and generally uncomfortable as I count more and more men in the room. Every single one of them leers at me and they come closer to where Junior is pacing. Not looking at me in a way that I would want at the club, but like I’m their next meal and they don’t plan on leaving any meat on the bone.
“My sister, whorin’ herself out for a Dupont? You’re no sister of mine.” He tilts my chin up with a finger, demanding, “What have you been tellin’ Blue, huh?”
“I didn’t say nothin’.” I try to turn my head and rid myself of his touch, but it only pisses him off.
The blow catches me off guard.
I reel backward, my shoulder on fire as I twist around from the force of his slap across my face. I taste blood in my mouth and spit it back at Junior.
It hits his shirt and he grabs my hair. “You don’t know what you got yourself into. I have no use for any bitch who sluts herself out for the Duponts anyway.” He pulls the shirt over his head, exposing his bird chest. I cringe when it hits me in the face. “Let’s see how much he likes you when you get this makeover.”
