Page 51 of Broken
“Well, it was fun. We’re gonna be going now. I’ll see you boys soon,” Hades says and the tone of his voice scares me to the bone.
“You’re not fucking taking her anywhere!” Max runs toward me and a loud bang sounds. I close my eyes in pain. My head feels like it’s being split in two.
I can hear yelling. When I open my eyes Max is on the floor. There is blood gushing out of his side.
“No!” I scream so loud it hurts.
Twisted takes a few steps toward us and Beast raises his gun again.
“No! Don’t hurt anyone else. I’ll go with you. I won’t fight you.” My voice is full of sadness and a sense of defeat.
Whip is crouched next to Max, holding his shirt to his side.
Please, God, let him be okay.
I can hear him screaming.
Screaming in pain.
Screaming my name.
It’s killing me.
“Well then, I guess it’s time for us to leave. Great seeing you, boys. We’ll have to do it again sometime soon,” Hades says as he is walking backward. As we reach the door I look back.
Twisted is watching me. He is looking at me like he wants to save me and kill me all at once. Max is still screaming.
“Don’t think about not keeping your word.” Beast sneers in my ear. “I wasn’t shootin’ to kill last time. I have no problem showing you how precise I can be.”
I keep walking until they stop in front of the car. I stand by the backseat, waiting for them to unlock the doors. Hades turns to me and hits me so hard I instantly fall to the ground. “Animals ride in the fucking trunk.”
Beast grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me toward the back of the car. I scream as I can feel my hair ripping from my scalp. “Get in or you’ll regret it. You don’t want me to do it.”
I climb up and roll myself into the trunk.
He slams it closed, and I’m surrounded by darkness.
The guys in the car are laughing and joking around like they didn’t just shoot someone and shove me in the trunk of their car.
The car hits a bump and my body bounces up, slamming back down against something hard in the car. I let out a cry of pain and the laughing only gets louder.
“Don’t worry, whore, by tomorrow you’ll never feel pain again.”
They’re going to kill me.
The worst part is that right now I am not even sure who would care and who would be relieved.
