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Chapter One

"I won't do it!" I screamed at him as I used the wall for leverage to stand. He just knocked me back down, grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked hard. I winced but said nothing not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing me in pain. No matter what I did or said, I always ended up on the floor in the end. Why I defied him I didn't understand. I knew he would overpower me so easily but I needed to feel like I was strong.

"You will do as I say bitch." He seethed and pulled me closer. I could smell the liquor on his breathe and it took me a whole lot of strength to not gag on the smell. I winced again as he yanked harder, my head bending into an uncomfortable position. He made sure I could keep eye contact and I glared as hard as I could. "I fucking own you." He said once more.

Every fiber in my body screamed to rebel. He owned nothing but his own life. My life was my own but still, I couldn't fight back. He wanted me to break, wanted to have my mind, body, and soul for him only. He hated the fact that I still defied him. He wanted me to break so I would bend at his will. I refused to be his puppet to do with as he pleased. I wasn't obedient. I was a fighter, a rebel.

He let me go and I slumped quickly to the ground in too much pain to hold myself up. I was in that position so many times before. He kicked me once more right in my side and I let out a hiss. I was hurting so much. I clenched my fist to keep the scream in. He wouldn't get any pleasure out of me. I curled up into a ball as he stalked away. My breathing was erratic, pain unbearable, spirit still unbreakable.

"You have less than an hour to get the job done and be back here." He stormed out of the room leaving me in a pile of cuts and bruises. Hot tears fell but I refused to cry out. Crying got people no where.

In 10 minutes, I was up and ready though I was limping. The whole left side of my body burned and my stomach growled. I had eaten anything all day. He refused to let me out of the room or even feed me. I was a prisoner in my own home unless he let me out for one of his runs. He controlled me through my hunger. He knew he could get me to do things I hated with a little bribery of food.

I dressed in a pair of blue jeans with a black spaghetti strap shirt. I brushed my hair and let it flow downward. I always thought I was an average girl. I had an athletic figure from running so much and smaller behind and chest. I had a scar along my eye that was fading away little by little. I pulled on my old running shoes and grabbed my big hooded sweater. Boston was cool all day.

I walked out with a limp trying to seem stronger than I actually was. I was weak and exhausted. He was sitting at the table, cleaning his gun. I gulped and stepped up to him, waiting for the package I was told to deliver. He nodded off to the nightstand near the door. I limped all the way and grabbed the package. I knew what was inside.

Money.

Money for more guns and drugs to sell. He was the worse person to be alive. "Replay my message to him." He ordered and I was out the door, clutching the package to my side. If I lost this money, I was dead.

Walking down the streets in the middle of the night was horrible. There were many things that could happen to me. Kidnapped. Raped. Killed. All these things ran through my head when I went out on a forced run. I walked down the sidewalk, ignoring all the people who stared at me. I must have had a bruise somewhere visible.

The path was always the same. Always blocked by the same men who wanted the same thing. But not that day. There was another group who I had never seen before. That was dangerous. I was used to crossing lines because I had to. But not with these people.

I hid the package further trying to conceal it. I passed a black man who wore a hooded sweater like my own. I gulped, swallowing what little saliva gathered. Suddenly a phone rang and out of anxiety, I dropped the package. I was a few inches away from the man. I squatted and picked it up, part of the corner torn so the green bill was spotted along with the 50$ sign.

I hissed when I bent, forgetting about my side bruise. "Yeah Billy." The man said, talking on the phone, his eyes on me. I got back up and began to walk again, hiding the package once more. "Fuck he's at it again?" I slowed my walk. When I listened to the people outside, I knew the news on the street.

"Who?" Another asked. "Damn B-street again. They're buying and selling around our territory again." A cold chill ran up my spine. He was going to start a Gang War. I was going to be the cause. I sped up not wanting them to see me and think I was listening. I had to be cautious. Trust no one.

"How the hell are they doing that?" The same anonymous man said. "I think I have an idea." The black man said. I clenched my jaw and held the package tighter.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Just keep moving.

"Hey you kid!" I didn't understand what compelled me to do so but I stopped and turned around to face them. My breathing was going faster as I anxiously waited for something horrible to happen. Blood pumped through me, the beating of my heart becoming louder. They stalked to me. I froze dead on spot. I could see the guns they tried to hide. I would be shot dead if I did anything rash.

I stayed silent as I stared at the obviously grown and dangerous men before me. "Give me the package." The black man ordered holding out his hand, waiting. I clenched my jaw and shook my head. "Kid I ain't gonna go easy on you. Hand it over." He demanded once more. I stepped back clutching the package. My breathing increased as did the danger I was in. And suddenly he reached for me. I had no time to react as the package was forcefully taken from me.

"No give it back!" I jumped at him and latched onto the package. He gave me a mighty push and I fell backwards, hitting the cold hard ground with my back. I winced and scooted back trying to get back up. "Damn she's their way in!" He tore open the package, pulling out wads of cash. I gulped and stood leaning on my good leg. All eyes went on me and I glared trying to be stronger. Two other men grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up. I tried to fight but they overpowered me just like he had so many times. Their grips were hard and strong feeling like I would have marks of their grip. Suddenly a gun was pulled on me. I stilled frightened but defiant. He held the gun to my temple.

"Who are you buying guns for?" He demanded. I refused to answer fighting again. "I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me!"

"I'll be dead either way!" I screamed at him. A hand went over my mouth and muffled my yells. I was pulled into an alley way, hidden from everyone who could have helped me. I was pushed against the wall, an arm against my throat choking me. "I'll let Billy deal with you."

And suddenly the butt of a gun was hit against my head. Darkness came.