Christin Solomon Chapter 23: Waking Up, a gallagher girls fanfic

Christin Solomon

Chapter 23-Waking Up

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I haven't updated the last few days, too tired. I hope y'all like this chapter.

Christin's POV

Ugh, my head hurt like you wouldn't believe. I was in dark room, sitting on a steel chair, with my hands and feet tied to the chair. What happened to giving prisoners pent houses and room service? Don't any villains have hospitality anymore? Italy really wanted me to be a spy for them, too bad I wasn't going too. My eyes had adjusted just enough to see the faint outline of a steel door. Did they really think I would find a way to escape? Yes, I would. Normally I would say I've been in worse situations, but I hadn't. My dad, brothers, and boyfriend were probably freaking out right now, though daddy and Chris would be better at hiding it. Daddy, he lost my mom now he could possibly lose me. I never thought I would be the one to do that to him. Chris, my big brother, he was probably checking every reference to find me he could think of. Sometimes our "twin telepathy" acted as a tracking device to locate the other, but we were too far away from each other. James, the boy I loved. He would be freaking out right now. Zach, my smirking little brother, he'd act like it'd be all in the days work to save me, like he did it on an everyday basis, whatever. Grant would silently go crazy, and not process things fast enough. Jonas, now he'd be a case, double checking every piece of information, beating himself up if he found an error. But he wouldn't, because he never messed up when it came to technology. They were all going to be worried and scared; I didn't want to be the center of that. The door opened and the lights flashed on brightly. My eyes adjusted hastily to see three men walking in. One had mopped styled brown hair that looked lice infested and a mole on his nose, EW! Another had blond hair combed back and looked calm and serene, screw that. The last was an old man. His grey hair was combed over and he had a toothpick sticking out of the side of his mouth.

"Christin Sanendora," He growled with an Italian accent.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Solomon." I emphasized my last name, the man smirked. Bad guy number one took a few practice swings with a bat he had carried in, and bad guy number two acted like he was sad.

"Ms . . . Christin, we do not want to hurt you. You're making this harder on yourself by refusing." Bad guy number two warned sadly, trying to get me to join the easy way.

"Heck no" I growled stubbornly.

"This is your last chance Ms. Sanendora, join us or face the consequences." The old man muttered. I smirked and spat on the ground between us.

"Over my dead body," I yelled as loud as I could force my lungs on such short notice. The man glared and stepped back right when the bat connected with my stomach. Bad guy number one kept going and going, I was pretty sure four ribs were broken, and maybe my arm. Again and again the bat hit me and after a long while I floated out of consciousness, my mind's way of protecting itself, too bad my body didn't have that defense.

***************************************Later******************************************

I was being dragged on the ground by the back of my sweatshirt. Slowly, I floated into consciousness again. There were two sets of feet, so that meant one guy was dragging me, and the other was there as back up. Yes, I was that dangerous even though I wasn't even awake. The men stopped at a cell and threw me in, I rolled to a standing position, but the men were already gone and had locked the heavy door five different ways. I brought the rope holding my hands together and bit through it even though it was two inches thick, don't ask me how. I walked to the farthest corner away from the door and leaned against it as I slid into a sitting position. My breathing became pained, so I tried to stand up, but I collapsed back to the ground. Darn it! Suddenly, a song seemed to play through my head.

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright
You'll be alright

Life's like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon with only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on

Every time you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place, yea
Ooohhh

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand (then you stand)
Then you stand (then you stand)
Yeah, then you stand (then you stand)
Yeah (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Ohhh (then you stand)
Then you stand

I struggled, leaning against the wall heavily, but I made myself stand, and I was able to breathe more easily. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to go home. I wanted my brothers and my boyfriend and my daddy. But those were too many wants; I hadn't done anything to deserve my hopes. But if there was one thing I was going to uphold till they finally killed me, I wasn't going to become a Sanendora Spy, and I was going to stay awake till they hell was through.

A/N: That's one of my favorite songs in the whole entire world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please review!