Chapter 14

Cheyenne felt dizzy as she sat up in a large bed. She looked at it and the surroundings of the room. The room was full of newspapers and a mirror in the corner along with a table. The lighting was gold and made the entire room a dark color. Cheyenne attempted to stand up, but her legs caved in under her and she fell to the floor, instantly feeling a pain in her wrist.

She gasped and whimpered a little, breathing deeply as she attempted to sit up. Then, the door opened and Derek came in, a worried look on his face.

"D-Derek?"

"Yeah, Chey," Derek smiled and leaned down towards his girlfriend. "I'm glad your awake."

"What the hell is going on, Derek?" Cheyenne glared at him as she grabbed her wrist.

Derek's jaw tightened. "Come on, baby, isn't this what you always wanted?"

"What are you talking about?" Cheyenne managed to sit up and grabbed the edge of the bed for support.

"Didn't you always want to get away from your family? Get out of this place for good? Well, now's our chance, baby. We can finally have a life together."

Cheyenne shook her head. "W-Wait. Where's my Dad?"

Then, it dawned on her.

"You...you shot my Dad."

"Baby, I-"

Cheyenne pushed Derek away. "You shot my Dad! How could you do something like that?!"

Derek backed away from Cheyenne's outbursts. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"What?"

"Weren't you the one who cried to me about your Dad many times back then? Huh?"

Cheyenne was about to stand up and yell at Derek, but felt a hard slap across her face and she collided with the floor, touching the sore place. She looked at Derek, who had a small smirk on his lips.

"Chey, you think that I wanted to do that? That I wanted to shoot your old man? No. But, hey, I did it anyway. Besides, the old man had it coming. Did you see the way he was beating on me?"

"Derek-"

"Shut up!" Derek slapped Cheyenne again, harder than the first time.

Cheyenne felt the slap sting on her face and she felt the carpet on the floor. She tried to sit up, but she felt something kick her in the gut and screamed from the impact, forcing her to lie on her back, clutching her stomach.

"Chey," Derek leaned down to her level. "This is what we've always wanted. To be together. Now," He grabbed Cheyenne's hair and pulled her up. "If you try to get out of here, that'll be a big mistake. And don't be calling the Police on your phone, either. I know every trick in the book, and I'm not going to jail for something you brought on yourself."

Derek pushed Cheyenne and Cheyenne fell on the floor, pain felt instantly. Derek left the room, slamming the door, and Cheyenne curled into a ball and began to feel sobs in her throat.