Chapter Twelve
"Sydney-Rae," Knuckles smirked for the tenth time.
"Okay, I think everyone knows my name now," I muttered, squirming in the chair I was tied to, "Could you have tied me any tighter?"
"Aiight," his smirk widened and I felt my wrist almost snap as someone pulled the ropes, "So, Queen of Queens, huh? How'd you amount to that?"
"Well not by being a scum-bagged, whore-faced, asshole," but I stopped, "Well you." I felt a sudden stinging in my cheek and saw the after pose of a strike. "What, offense was taken?"
"You better watch yourself Rae. You seem to forget, I'm the one with the power."
"If you want to call tying the girl who beat you up when you cheated on her best friend down power, go ahead," I muttered, flipping my hair out of my face, "Most would call it coward ness." He smacked me again and I glared up at his scowling face.
"I would fucking shut it if I were you."
"Yes well if I were you, I'd be an idiot and a wimp. I am neither, am I?" This time he punched me and I leant my head forward. I had had enough. "Hey Knuckles."
"Not done yet, Rae?" he smirked, leaning closer, "Go on, take a shot." He stuck out his chin. "Oh wait you can't." He laughed deeply, straightening and was about to walk away but I hooked my leg around his, tripping him.
"I was just gonna say you didn't tie my legs," I laughed at the unconscious boy before me. He couldn't stay conscious if his life depended on it. I saw a silver glint in his pocket and reached out with my foot, letting out a sigh of relief when it fell out of his pocket. I wrinkled my nose, realizing I wouldn't be able to cut myself lose, so I did what any sane person would do. I attempted to stand in my chair. Pulling my legs up, I pushed, inching my way off the chair so I wouldn't fall, which was harder than it sounds.
"Sydney, what are you doing?"
"What the," but I turned my head, "Spot? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"One of my boys saw Knuckles and his guys take-."
"Why are you here, Spot, not how. Why." He stared at me and I saw traces of guilt in his eyes.
"Sydney, we only have so long-," but the commotion outside cut him off, I rolled my eyes and looked at him expectantly.
"Well do something Conlon." He moved closer, picking up Knuckle's blade, cutting the ropes, and pulled me up before I snatched my arm away. The door was flattened but we were out the window when shouts erupted and sprinting to, wait, where were we going?
"Brooklyn," he panted, looking over his shoulder. I glanced at him, following him against my better judgment. I was torn up. Really, I was. I didn't know what to feel, what to think, how to act, and I fucking hated it. He confused me and I wanted to know why he made me feel like shit. I wanted to know how after practically two months, I could be falling so fast for the guy who was so keen on hurting me. Or so it seemed. Suddenly, I felt myself yanked to the right and heard a door slam. Looking at the breathless Brooklyn leader, I bent over, resting my hands in my messy hair.
"God, Piper's gonna kill me," I coughed, sliding down the wall but Spot grabbed me.
"Upstairs," he swallowed before taking a calming breath. I let him lead me to where I had found him earlier, what I was assuming his bedroom. He pushed me towards the bed and I found I was to tired to protest because seconds later, I was laying down, drifting into a dreamland.
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I rolled over, feeling the sun against my face but buried my face into the pillow, only to gasp slightly. My cheek, I remembered, shifting onto my back, covering my face but realized I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I sat up.
"Jaws is waiting downstairs," Spot's voice carried to my ears and I saw him by the window.
"Bye," I muttered, walking out.
"Are you okay?" was Jaws' first question to which I nodded.
"I just, need to get away. I hate Brooklyn." I heard something behind me and I glanced back, barely seeing hurt blue eyes. "Let's go."
"Aiight, see you Spot," Jaws smiled at the Brooklyn leader who grunted in response. I rolled my eyes and Jaws walked me back to Queens, where I immediately went to my room, locking the door behind me. Stupid Brooklyn pig.
