A/N Heyyy... well, um I know that the last chapter was short(ish) and I promise that this wont be as short. And for the millionth time, Disclaimer: I own all dat shit that I said I did before, and now I also own my sister. Muhuahaha!
I opened my eyes and for a minute I thought that I was in the hospital, but something wasn't right. Hmmm... AHA! The smell of leather upholstery informed me that this, my friends, is indeed a car. I tried to move my stiff arms... ouch.
"Be calm, chica, all is well". A voice. Rosario? Time to try my voice.
"R-" I coughed, "Rosario?"
"Yes?"
"Why am I in your car?"
"Because you are going home."
"Who's home?"
"Anthony's home."
I let the words sink in. Then, "WHAT!"
"How could you have not figured it out, chica? How else could Anthony have known where you were? How else could he have known about your boyfriends? And how else could Anthony have known where your darling Melosa is?"
I gulped. The rat fink had taken Melosa. "But last I heard, Ranger had nicked her off you."
"Your Ranger puts up a good fight, yes? Not good enough for a dozen
rent-a-thugs, though. No, not good enough, though he is determined,
yes?"
I could hear the smile in her voice, even if I couldn't see it.
My next words came out choked with rage, pure, mindless rage. "What
have you done with her?"
"I have done nothing, but his rent-a-thugs seem to enjoy her.
Like Michael Jackson, they are." It took a few seconds longer than
usual for the meaning to sink in. "OMIGOD!" I screamed, long and
never-ending. That BITCH! I lunged for her (hey, no seat belt! Whaddaya
know!) and grabbed that hair, twisting it round my wrist, then pulled
as hard as I could. What I wanted to do was eat her skin off, then feed
her heart to her while she was still alive, but this would do. Then,
three things happened:
1. I heard a loud shot that made my ears ring.
2. There was an unbearable pain in my chest.
3. My chest suddenly felt very damp, and my top was ruined for good.
Oh well, I probably didn't need a t-shirt where I was going. Wait, where was I going? I thought about all the things I'd called Morelli, when he'd been so good to me. I thought about leaving Trenton without telling anyone, and probably making a lot of innocent people (and Ranger) unhappy. I thought about how sleeping with two different men. I thought about opening a goddamned bar (yep, God hadn't especially liked that). and was pretty sure that I was going to hell. But Melly... Melly would be stuck with hell on Earth in the form of rent-a-thugs. The thought made pain lessen, and I could think again. No. I will NOT die, goddamnit!
'But Rosie, sweetie, you just might,' I thought poisonously. Yep, without a doubt, if I got out of this alive, she and all of the men that molested Melly would die. Time to make a deal with God.
'God,' I thought, 'God, you've got to let me live. Not for me, well not especially, but for Melly. How can you leave her in the arms of those men?'. The pain increased, so I took that to mean that I was still dying. Time for some A class bribery. 'I'll make you a deal: if you let me live, then I'll never eat sugar again. Off the sugar for GOOD! And I'll go to church every Sunday'. There. The worst was said. But now I don't know if I'd rather live or die: either way, I'll be in hell. (A/N I could stop this one here, but I'm bored, so I'll continue :D)
Stay awake, I ordered myself. Play dead. Yes, along with sit and beg, that was one of my favourite tricks.I collapsed into the leather seats, after alot of fake gasping and moaning. Muhuahaha! Through slightly open eyes, I could see Rosario's horrified expression. The car abruptly swerved and stopped, in which time my body flopped foward lifelessly. Ha! Let her think I'm dead. She got out of her seat and felt my pulse (which I concentrated on making it slooow dooown- it's for Melosa, I told myself), then shook her head and whipped out a cellphone.
"Listen, I don't care if you have another freaking appointment, get here NOW! TU MIERDA PEQUENA!" (A/N People, that means you little shit in Spanish, except I can't get the goddamned symbols that go with them. Nevermind)
Rosario abruptly snapped the phone shut and stroked my hair. Ick, villain germs!
"Hang in there, mi hermana (A/N my sister in Spanish. They ain't actually sisters, but they used to be just as close), be strong". I worked very hard on not spewing up my icky hospital breakfast.I vaguely remembered that I was wearing a knife, then I had an idea. A fantabulous idea!
My eyes flew open, then rolled upward 'till I was sure all she could see was white. I started writhing, and moaning, while she tried to hold me still. Then I convulsed, and, while she was holding my head down, stabbed her in the chest.
"¡Ay!" she cried, and I drove the blade deeper. Sometime later, I'd probably break down and have images of me stabbing Rosario, but right now, all I could think was, 'God my back is cramped!'
Finally, she let go and fell foward on to the leather seats. But just for good measure, I stabbed her in the back of the head. Go me!
Then I had a super-fantabu-wonder-idea. I called Ranger.
"Yo," he said, if croaked.
"Emergency."
One word, but it sure as hell got Ranger's undivided attention without
showing him my boobs or saying that I was going to kill him.
"Well?"
"It's a long story. The short story is that they have Melosa,
Rosario kidnapped me, I attacked Rosario, Rosario shot me in the chest,
I played dead, I stabbed Rosario in the chest and head, and now I kinda
need a ride and a doctor. The doctor can wait until we find Melly,
though."
"One: That was short? Two: Babe, you've got a freaking bullet in
your chest. I don't think you're going anywhere. Three: Tank is coming
to pick you up as we speak."
But it was then that I knew that I couldn't let Tank get me. Ranger wouldn't let me find Melly, and I don't need his stupid help, anyway. Besides, I was sick of not being independant enough, but now that I was trained in kempo, karate and tae kwon doe, I thought that it was about time that I used those awesomeful skills and unleashed them on Tony's perverted ass. Besides, I have an Uzi, and am comfortable using it.
"Babe?" That one word was filled to the brim with concern, and I knew I had to hurry. "Gotta go."
"Babe? Don't hang up-" Click. In your face, Ranger, for once I hung up on you.
Smiling, I climbed into the driver's seat, then realized that I didn't have the keys. It took me about 5 minutes more to realize where they were, and what I'd have to do to get them.
Now that's just not nice, God.
A/N Heyyy... muhuahaha...ha. Ummm... if you haven't figured out what Steph has to do to get the keys, too bad, you'll find out in the next thingimagig. Also, any mistakes in Spanish aren't my fault. I don't have the right symbols, so sue me. No, don't really. I'm poor. You don't want all that money anyway, right?
