"How dare you Kiara!" Zach screamed in Kiara's face causing her lip to quiver. Tied down to the arms and legs of a plastic chair, the ropes wrapped around her wrists caused her to squirm in her seat. It rubbed against her skin causing it to burn. Her legs were tied down too and all she did was look down. She couldn't look Zach in the eyes.
"How dare me? How dare you!" She screamed. "You were supposed to be my friend!"
"A friend?" Zach grabbed her shoulders and she immediately got frightened. Knocking the breath out of her, Zach slapped her across her face. "You are NOT a friend, Kiara. You lied to us. You communicated with the enemy."
Staying quiet, Kiara's eyes stayed glued to the ground and she felt tears blurr her vision.
"You don't have to hit me!" She finally faced him, almost crying.
"Yes Kiara, yes i do." He grabbed his knife out of his pocket and began pressing it against her skin. Gentle enough to not puncture her skin. "I've been watching you for the past three weeks. I've seen all that you've done. You're horrible at keeping secrets. You were supposed to be on our side. Our side, do you hear me?" Grabbing onto her chin, he forced her to sit up. "You were supposed to be with me." He looked down, pained.
"Well I don't." She bit her lip and she coud see Zach getting more pissed.
Zach knew exactly how to mess with her.
"Aye Taylor," He looked over to his left. Kiara hadn't even noticed the room they were in. It was dark, probably a basement. The lighting was horrible and she was shocked to see Taylor guarding the door. "Bring him in,"
Kiara's jaw dropped when she saw a bloody Carlos being dragged into the room. His lip was busted, it bled along his chin and his eye was almost purple.
"What'd you do to him!" She screamed in an outrage.
"Like it matters." Taylor laughed.
"Yeah, he's scum." Zach agreed, grabbing a baseball bat from the corner of the room and Kiara screamed in her seat. "Zach," She panicked. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna teach little Carlos here a lesson." Kicking him in the stomach, Carlos yelled in pain holding his stomach.
"Zach, please, don't touch him." She began crying and shaking her head repeatedly. "He didn't do anything to you."
"Yes he did Kiara." He stared into her blue eyes. "He's a horrible person." Lifting his hand he put the bat in swinging position. "He deserves this."
"No!" Kiara cried her eyes. "Don't do this Zach," She stopped him, swallowing. "If you wanna beat someone up . . . do it to me."
Zach's eyes widened in anger. "You'd really take this beating for him! Wow, he must have you wrapped around his finger. He doesn't care about you—"
"Stop lying!" She screamed. "You don't know him like i do." She felt tears drip down to her lips.
Feeling rage boil inside of him, Zach slowly lifted the bat to swinging position.
"Zach, no!" She tried to stop him but it was too late.
The bat swung the first time hitting him in the ribs.
A loud screamed erupted from Carlos' lips and Kiara cried even harder.
Swinging again, he bashed him head once.
Shrieking, Kiara couldn't watch this. She sobbed feeling terrible inside. "Please..." She begged Zach once more but he didn't listen. Agin, he began hitting all over Carlos' body. His legs, his arms, his chest, everywhere.
Blood splattered onto the concrete once Zach threw the bat on the ground.
"Hope that teaches both of you a lesson." He spat on Carlos before walking out of the room, locking it shut.
"Carlos?" She asked, squirming in her seat. Tugging at her wrists she began thinking of a way to untie the rope when she got no response. Still crying, she began biting and gnawing at the tight rope.
"Carlos?" She asked again, shaking tears off her face. Hearing a small, desperately weak moan she began jumping up and down in her seat, the chair moving along with her.
"Carlos, are you okay?"
Getting no response, she pulled her left wrist up and down until she felt the rope break free.
Pulling her hand free, she noticed how red and bloody her hand looked. Ignoring it, she automatically began pulling the ropes off her hand and feet.
Running over to Carlos as fast as she could, she sat on her knees turning Carlos' body over.
"Oh My God," Her hands began shaking when she saw Carlos' bloody face. His cheeks were at least decent with dark scarring and light bruises but the side of his head was bleeding slightly and Kiara knew a doctor could fix it. His neck was possibly broken, it was so stiff. Kiara grabbed onto Carlos' buttoned up shirt and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. It was soaked in blood and was sticking to his body. "Carlos," she finally spoke. "Talk to me," Kiara was no doctor. She touched his ribs for any unregular spots and she couldn't feel anything.
Groaning, Carlos opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Kiara said as soon as Carlos looked at her. "I'm so sorry this happened." She pressed her forehead against the Latina's.
"I'm fine," He responded, eyeing her frame. "You're wrists," he pointed out. "Are you okay?"
"Don't worry about me." She looked around. "We have to get you out of here."
"Wait," He stopped her. "Wait a second." He felt a pounding in his head. "My head hurts."
"We can't wait Carlos. Zach will come back in here in any second. He isn't done with you yet." Eyeing the door, she grabbed Carlos' waist and pulled him up a bit.
Sitting up, Carlos wiped blood from his mouth. Grabbing his soaken shirt, he wiped blood from his bare chest and rubbed his temple. The bleeding stopped after that but he stopped when Kiara grabbed his lips. "I'm sorry," She aplogized her eyes full of concern.
"You don't need to apologize. We'll get out of here, alright?" His black marbles sparkled.
Not responding, Kiara grabbed Carlos and pressed his head against her chest. "They don't want us to be together." She looked down.
Carlos pulled away from her and gave her a half smile. "Yeah, I know." He kissed her cheek softly.
"And I think they're right . . ." She began and Carlos' eyes softened. "What are you trying to say?" His voice loudened.
"After tonight, I don't want this to happen again..."
Understanding what she meant Carlos grabbed her hips. "Kiara," He started. "I don't care if they don't want us to be together."
"You don't?" She asked, her voice more like a grumble.
"No," he pushed a piece of hair out of her face. "I don't." He half smiled again. "I also don't care how many times they try to do this. I don't care how many times i get the shit beat outta me. I don't care how many times i get threatened. I simply don't care. I told you that i loved you and i meant it. Things like this aren't gonna get in the way."
Making herself comfortable, Kiara pulled herself on Carlos' lap. "Really? You mean that?"
"Mhmmm." He nodded kissing her plump lips. "I do."
Author's Note: I hope you like this chapter. I'm gonna continue this fanfic so i hope you enjoy it since it is a carlos story. Thanks for reading. Please review they motivate me. (: