CHAPTER 3
MIA'S POV
A couple days had passed and I was sitting on the bed as I read a book that was given to me by one of the guys. I was allowed to use the bathroom, shower, and was given food a couple times a day, but I felt weak. Billy would forcefully make out with me from time to time, but that's as far as it would go, which surprised me. He seemed like the type of guy that would have his way with women, but I guess he was different.
The door opened and I looked up from the book that I was reading to see a guy standing there with dirty blonde hair. He quietly closed the door behind him and I stood up from the bed as I started to back away from him.
"Don't be like dat," he said as he started to come towards me.
"Stop!" I shouted right before he roughly grabbed my head and forcefully pressed his lips to mine.
I tried to shove him off of me, but he continued to roughly kiss me. I brought my leg up and kicked him in the shin, which caused him to stop kissing me. I stood there for a moment as he winced in pain before he brought his hand up and smacked me across the face.
"Get over here!" He shouted as I tried to get away from him. "Stupid...Bitch!" He shouted as he roughly grabbed my body and shoved me up against the wall.
"Stop!" I shouted as I struggled against his grip.
He brought his hand up and punched me hard, causing me to lose my balance and fall down to the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth as I let out a sob. The door swung open and I didn't even both to look to see who it was.
"What da fuck do ya think ya doin'?!" I heard Billy's voice shout at the man that was hovering over me.
"I...um...I just...," the man stuttered in fear as I continued to look down at the floor.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Billy shouted and the guy stepped over me as he left the room.
I reached up and wiped some tears away as I heard the bedroom door shut. I saw Billy's boots step in front of me before he kneeled down.
"Here," he said and I glanced up at him to see him holding a bandana out to me.
"I'm fine," I quietly said as I shook my head and looked away.
"You're not fine," he said as he held the bandana out further for me to take.
"Thanks," I quietly said as I took the bandana and held it to my lip to try and stop the bleeding.
Billy was confusing to me. He had taken me and I thought for sure that he would either have his way or kill me, but he seemed like he cared about me in some way.
"Motherfucker," I heard him mumble to himself as he stood up and left the room.
I slowly got back up from the floor as I continued to hold the bandana to my lip. I walked over to the mirror and saw that there was a light purple bruise forming under my eye and my lip was busted open. I placed the bandana back to my lip and slowly sat back down on the bed. If Billy hadn't come, what would the guy have done.
BILLY'S POV
"WHAT DA FUCK WERE YA THINKIN'?!" I shouted as I looked at Baggy and he shook his head as he looked down. "GET DA FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled as I pointed over at the door.
My nostrils flared as I watched him walk of the apartment.
"Dude, what da fuck is your problem?" I heard Joe ask and I looked over at him before I wiped my nose. "Ya like her or somethin'?" He asked as he chuckled.
I shook my head as I took a cigarette out of my pack and placed it between my lips. I lit it and took a long drag before I took it out of my mouth and blew the smoke out. I heard Mia's phone go off from the counter and I looked over to see that her friend was texting her about work. We had been texting whoever would text her to make it seem like everything was good and that nothing was wrong. I felt bad about what Baggy did to Mia. Even though we took her by her will, I still felt like she was different than the other girls I had been with.
MIA'S POV
A few hours had passed and I noticed that it was dark outside again. My lip and cheek were still hurting a little. I heard the door open and I slowly tilted my head up to see Billy standing there with a cigarette in his mouth. He motioned for me to come out of the room and I continued to sit there, unsure of whether I should get up or not.
"Go," he said as he motioned his head me to leave the room.
I slowly stood up from the bed and wrapped my arms around myself as I made my way out of the room. I stood there in the hall for a moment as I let him walk in front of me. I continued to follow him until we reached the living room area and noticed that there was a pizza box on the table and a six pack of beer. I stood there as he sat down on the couch and looked over at me. I noticed that no one else was there but the two of us.
"Sit," he motioned to the seat beside him on the couch and I slowly sat down beside him.
I'm not sure what he was trying to do, if he was trying to be nice or what. Billy was hard to read at times.
"I take it ya drink," he said as he grabbed a bottle of beer and twisted the cap off before he held it out to me.
"Thanks," I quietly said as I took the bottle from him and sat there for a moment.
"Sorry about what happened to ya earlier," he said as he opened a bottle of beer for himself. "The boys can be like dat," he added before he took a sip from his bottle.
I watched as he opened the pizza box and placed a slice on the paper plate that was sitting on the coffee table. He slid it over to me and I continued to sit there, holding the bottle of beer and looking around.
"Who's Kristen?" He asked before he took another sip from his bottle.
"A friend," I quietly said as I couldn't look at him.
"She likes ta text ya a lot," he said as I continued to look away from him.
"Don't ya like ya beer?" He asked as he noticed that I hadn't drank any.
I lifted the bottle up to my mouth and took a sip. I winced as I felt the pain on my lip and brought the bottle back down.
"You could talk ta me, ya know," he said as I glanced over at him.
"Why?" I asked as I kept my eyes on him.
"Why what?" He asked as he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Why...did you...take...me?" I asked as he took another sip from his bottle.
"Ya know too much. Ya saw what happened. I couldn't fuckin risk it," he answered before he took another bite of his pizza. "Ya not from around here," he said as he looked over at me and I shook my head as I looked down at my bottle.
"I grew up in New York. Moved here last year," I quietly answered before I took another sip from my bottle.
"Why da fuck would ya move here?" He asked before he took another sip from his beer.
"Different area. My...dad died from cancer about 3 years ago. My mom...she died in a car accident 2 years ago," I answered as I felt tears come to my eyes and he didn't say anything.
His phone started to go off from the table in front of him and he grabbed it as he let out a huff.
"What?" He answered in an angry tone. "No, you stay there til I fuckin' get there!" He shouted, which made me jump a little. "Just stay!" He shouted and snapped his phone shut.
He stood up from the couch, grabbed my arm, and took me back to his room. He shoved me back into the room and closed the door as he left the room. I stood there with the bottle of beer in my hand, confused about what was going on.
"Joe, get ya ass back here. I gotta go," I heard him on the phone and set the beer down on the stand beside the bed. "You gotta watch her ass. I can't go til ya get here," he said as I slowly sat back down on the bed. "Hurry da fuck up!" He shouted.
About an hour later, I decided to get some sleep. I rested my head down on the pillow and layed under the covers. I could hear Joe and another guy talking and laughing about stuff. I don't know if it was the lack of food or the house not being the cleanist, but I felt like I was starting to get sick. I slowly closed my eyes and dozed off.
BILLY'S POV
I walked back into the apartment and slammed the door shut behind me. I threw the back on the couch and took my jacket off, throwing it on top of the bag.
"You guys are a bunch of fuck ups, ya know that!" I shouted as I looked at the guys sitting there.
"Sorry, man," Joe said as he started to chuckle and I smacked him in the back of the head.
"Clean up dis fuckin' mess before ya go to bed," I said as I made my way back to the bedroom.
I slowly opened the door and saw Mia asleep on the bed under the covers. I quietly closed the door behind me and made my way over to the other side of the bed as I kept my eyes on her. I pulled my gun out of my waistband and set it down on top of the stand as I removed my boots. I removed my shirt and slowly got into the bed beside her. I sat up on my elbow as I looked over at her. Her back was facing me and it looked like she was shivering a little bit. I lightly placed my hand on her hip and rested my head against the pillow. I slowly closed my eyes and let sleep consume me.
I awoke to the sound of Joe arguing with someone. I slowly lifted my head up to hear dad out there with him. I quickly got out of the bed and pulled a shirt on over my head and as I left the room.
"What da fuck were ya think', Joe?!" Dad shouted as I closed the door behind me. "What da fuck were ya doin?" He asked as soon as he saw me. "Do you two need me to wipe ya fuckin' noses for ya? Stop fuckin' up," he said as he made his made over to the door.
After he left, Joe looked over at me and I gave him the look.
"What? I didn't do it," he said as he shook his head and placed a cigarette in his mouth.
"Ya did somethin'," I said as I rubbed my hand over my head and walked to check Mia's phone.
There were no new text messages, which was a good thing. Her friend finally decided to die down with that.
MIA'S POV
I slowly opened my eyes as I felt myself shivering. I winced as I felt pain everywhere, my head, body, arms, even my legs hurt. I felt sweaty, but freezing at the same time. I lifted my head up and looked around the room. I noticed that Billy was gone and I could hear him talking to Joe out in the living room. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt more pain go through my body.
"Mia," I heard Joe's voice say from the doorway and I slowly opened my eyes to see him standing there.
I winced again and I could tell that he was starting to panic.
"Yo, Billy? I think we might have a problem," he said as he looked out towards the living room and I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to the bedroom.
"What," Billy said just before he peaked his head into the room.
I felt my body shake more and I let out a shakey breath.
"What's wrong wit her?" Joe asked and I opened my eyes a little to see Billy hovering over me. "She sick?"
"What da fuck da ya think, Joe," Billy responded as he placed his hand on my sweaty head to feel that I was burning up. "Go get Baggy's sister," he said and Joe quickly left the room.
I tilted my head back against the pillow as I winced more and gritted my teeth together. A couple minutes later, I heard a woman's voice coming into the apartment. I opened my eyes a little again to see a younger woman coming in the room with dirty blonde hair. She slowly walked over to my side of the bed and looked at me with a concerned look.
"She's in pain," Billy said as she looked at Mia.
"Well, do you guys have a thermometer somewhere?" She asked as she looked over her shoulder.
"Joe, go get the fuckin' thermometer," Billy said as he looked at him.
He came back into the room and handed it to her. She turned it on and placed it in my mouth as I continued to shake..
"Well?" Billy said after the thermometer beeped and she pulled it out of my mouth.
"It's 103.8.8," she said as she read the thermometer. "She needs to go to the hospital, Billy," she said as she looked back at me.
"I ain't takin' her to no hospital," I heard Billy say as I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"Billy, she's sick. She needs a doctor," Baggy's sister said as she stood up from the bed.
"No doctor," Billy said as I let out a slight sob and squeezed my eyes shut. "Get her somethin'."
"Get her what?" Joe asked as Baggy's sister walked out of the room.
"Medicine, drugs, something," I heard Billy as tears escaped my eyes. "NOW!" He shouted at Joe and looked over at me again as everyone else left.
BILLY'S POV
Twenty minutes had passed and I was standing in the living room with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth as I held my phone to my ear. The apartment door opened and I slapped my phone shut.
"What da fuck took ya so long?" I asked as Joe pulled a rectangular box and handed it to me.
"Problems," he answered as he grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge.
I grabbed a bottle of water before I made my way back to the bedroom with the pills. I opened the door and walked into the room. She was still shaking and had tears coming out of her eyes. I read the instructions on the box before I opened the package up.
"This better fuckin' work," I said as I took the pill out and opened up the bottle of water. "Here," I said as I held the pill and bottle out to her.
She slowly sat up on the bed and he hand shook as she held it out. I placed the pill in her hand and she placed it in her mouth before she took a long drink from the bottle.
"Thanks," she quietly said in a shakey voice before she handed the bottle back to me and rested her head back against the pillow.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Joe still standing there.
"Maybe we should just let 'er go," Joe mentioned as I covered her back up with the comforter. "Just drop her at the hospital," he added as I stood up and turned to face him.
"I'm not droppin' her at some hospital," I said as I walked over towards him and we walked out of the room.
"She's causin' issues now," he said as we walked towards the living room.
"I'm not fuckin' dumpin' her at the hospital," I said as I took a cigarette out.
"You got somethin' for her. I never seen you act like dat wit a woman," he said as I blew smoke out of my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, Joe," I said before I placed the cigarette back in my mouth.
MIA'S POV
The day went on and I started to feel better after Billy gave me the pill. I'm not sure what it was, but was helping out and I was actually able to get some sleep. I awoke to the sound of Billy yelling at Joe about something. I slowly opened my eyes as I heard the door open to see him coming in. He closed the door behind him as he looked over at me.
"You feelin' better?" He asked as he walked around to the other side of the bed.
"Yeah, thanks," I quietly answered as I glanced over at him.
"Good. You looked like shit earlier," he said as he got in the bed beside me.
"I appreciate what you did," I said I looked over at him and he glanced at me.
"Don't get used to it," he said, but I could tell that he didn't want to be rude to me.
I turned back onto my side as I faced away from Billy. I layed there as I thought about everything that had been going on. As I looked over at the clock, I could feel his eyes on me and then I felt his arm go around my waist. I felt scared at first, but then relaxed into him as we continued to lay there. Maybe be with him wasn't so bad at all.