Chapter 13- part 2
Jason
We are currently sitting in the booth at McDonalds; Justin is being a child as per. He is playing with the little car he got as his toy in the happy meal. Smh Bieber. I thought you said you were older than me.
We sat in a comfortable silence as we ate our big mac meals and as Justin had his happy meal as well.
Just as we was about to leave Justin’s I phone pinged and as he went to the bathroom, I let the pinging continue because it’s not my phone and he would probably blow a fuse if I touched his phone.
Justin came out of the bathroom drying his hands on the back of his ass. He looked up at me and I waved his phone at him to indicate there’s something there. He came over and looked on his phone; his face hardening at every second.
Once he looked back at me I asked him what is there but he didn’t answer he just went towards the car and drove off home. The whole car ride was tense and awkward because neither one of us spoke nor did I bother talking because angry Justin intimidates me… what? He’s really scary when he’s angry.
We came back home in a matter of 5 minutes because Justin was flooring on the gas pedal down the road. Whatever was on that phone must be horrendous and is obviously scaring the shit outta Justin.
He opened the door and went inside and went straight to the hard liquor cupboard, whoa now this is bad he never drinks hard liquor straight from the bottle especially not whiskey. He saw me come in and nodded his head at me and lifted up the bottle of liquor. I tutted and walked pasted him and poured myself a glass of wine and went down to the basement to carry on with the bombs.
After a few hours Justin came in the basement and he had red puffy eyes like he’d just been crying. He came and sat on the bench opposite me and watched me make the bombs, he didn’t talk for two hours he just kept watching me.
By now I had 104 bombs made and I was making the last one when Justin pulled out his phone and showed me a video. A very disturbing, explicit video. The video was of Hayley getting beaten to a black and blue pulp and Omi getting stabbed and gashes and cuts being made on her skin by masked men and the guy beating Hayley was Rob.
Watching the video made Goosebumps raise on my body and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand. Just then Justin started to talk his voice barely a whisper.
Justin: this is my fault if I hadn’t gone swimming. If I hadn’t be-en sel-fish and gon-e swim-ming then no-ne of this wou-ld’ve happ-ened.
His voice cracked as he started to talk. Then it hit the dam broke and tears flooded his eyes and he was full on sobbing. I went over and held him tight and reassured him that its not his fault and we are gonna get our girls back and that we are gonna kill Rob once and for all.
Justin nodded and told me what the plan was.
J: Jason call your gang and your best people and tell them to bring their weapons and equipment we will need em first thing in the morning. We are gonna go in separate cars and drive to Detroit that’s where this motherfucker is going after Georgia. Me and you will go through the front door and the others will take the back way and load up their guns and revolvers and stay on track and alert at all times. There is deffo gonna be security so tell your men to shoot them down and fight them. We will go in the front and you and Nick get the girls out whilst I fight Rob then if I signal for help you come and help and I’ll go sit with the girls.
Jason: ight that’s a deal bro. How many of my guys shall I call?
Justin: as many as you can get. They better be trained to the highest standards to
Jason: don’t worry cuz they are my top finest gang members.
Justin: right okay lets go to bed coz we gotta wake up at 4 to go to Detroit
Xxx Hayley xxxx
We had just finished making the video for Justin. Rob insisted we made a video so that Justin knows exactly what has been going on here for the past few months.
Remember the dream I had a month or so ago? Yea? No? anyway let me jog your memory…
~~~~Flashback~~~~
It was a dream where
I woke up breathing heavily and sweating, I just had the worst dream ever. I had gotten kidnapped and they left a little scavenger hunt for Justin to follow and everytime Justin got close to finding me they would move to a different location and they would beat me and cut me everytime Justin was even remotely close to finding me. Then they let Justin find me and they beat him as well but Justin fought back but it was 3 vs. 1 so Justin didn’t really have a chance, they beat and cut him too and then they tied me up and stabbed me and undressed me and rapped me whilst keeping a hold on Justin so he couldn’t save me then they shot Justin before they shot him they told him to say any last words that he may have and he said I love you Hayley and tell Omi I love her too and he told the shooter I hope you rot in hell! Then he got killed.
~~~~End of flashback~~~~~~
The only thing that was different about what happened was they didn’t leave a scavenger hunt and they most definitely will not beat him up and kill him because I know Justin will fight back to the best of his ability.
Currently I am sprawled out and shaking on this dirty, grubby mattress which is falling apart by the seams, I have bruises and cuts and gashes on my body as does my baby sis who is at the far corner of the room crying.
The reason I am shaking is because just a few hours ago Rob rapped me making my dream come true. He was out all day drinking and he came back 2 hours ago drunk as fuck and he decided to beat me up and rape me.
In the matter of an hour my innocence was taken away because of some sleazy, desperate fucker who probably doesn’t get any action from those sluts at the strip-clubs. I hated myself right now. I felt dirty and used and he really couldn’t care less all because he got what he wanted.
I really hope Justin finds us because I hate it here and they treat us like shit. For someone who has a lot of money you would think they would treat you with 3 course meals 3 times a day but no they don’t all I’ve had since this morning is some bread and water. Good god even Jesus and his Disciples had more food for their last supper.
H: hey Omi, look stop crying please babe
O: I hate it here hayles how can I stop
H: just try for me please
O: okay ill try
H: good girl
O: I cant believe you went through that
H: I know but I’ll be okay eventually and I only did it to keep you safe. If I didn’t agree to it they would’ve killed you in front of me.
O: *cries silently*
H: aww babe don’t cry everything’s gonna be alright
I really hope Justin and Jason come and find us. I was pulled out of my thoughts when both our phones started to buzz. Omi read hers first and it was a text from Damon saying:
Txt:
OMI?! Baby where are you?! I missed you and I heard the news that you have been kidnapped I hope you’re okay…what am I saying you’ve been kidnapped of course you’re not okay.
She txted him back saying that she’s gonna be fine and Justin is gonna come and save us soon.
Then I read my txt it was from my baby. Yep you guessed right. Justin.
Txt:
Hey baby, don’t worry about a thing coz everything’s gonna be alright. Jase and me are coming. Were setting off at 4 in the morning to get to you guys and kill the motherfuckers who ever laid a hand on my beautiful baby girls.
I txted back saying I’m fine baby im trying to take care of myself and when you come please please please be careful coz this Rob fucker seems like a legit baddie.
Not wanting to tell him he rapped me I pressed send and put my phone back inside my bra.
I talked to Omi about her mystery guy and asked her who he was and how they met and we ended up catching up and having a right old girly gossiping session.
Our heads shot up and turned to the door, and there stood Rob. He screamed at us and said
R: keep the noise down bitches and go to sleep sluts tomorrow is gonna be a action-packed day. I’m gonna kill your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend and his little cousin….
The end....
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