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Chapter Eight
Lyric
I CAN’T TELL you how long we’ve been in this cold, musty room in the basement. Paige finally woke up and cried out when she saw me. I’m sure I look like a mess, but there’s nothing I can do about it. My wrists are raw from trying to get out of the chains holding me to the chair. I can’t say that my ankles are any better right now. Instead of trying to get free or anything, my sister has simply sat in the chair and done nothing. Though, I don’t know what the fuck she’ll do if she actually has to deal with the assholes when they come in the room. Since I was beaten, no one’s been in here. We’ve had no water or food at all. So, we’ll see how my sister reacts once the stupid fucks decide to make an appearance again. I just hope they leave her alone and focus all of their attention on me. I’m already hurt and Paige doesn’t need to feel an ounce of the pain I’m currently in.
Paige did get extremely pissed off when she realized I couldn’t talk. My jaw is killing me and I want nothing more than to drink an entire bottle of water and eat something substantial. My stomach has been growling like crazy and there’s nothing I can do to get it to stop. I’m ready to get the fuck outta here and be back with the Wild Kings. I need to make sure Shawn’s okay and that he’s not dead. I know the asshole didn’t kill him. Shawn isn’t that easy to kill. He would make sure he did everything in his power to stay alive. Especially if he knows what’s going on with me. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before the guys come for us and get us the hell away from the fuckers who decided to take us for information we don’t even know.
“Lyric, are you okay?” Paige asks me, her voice raw and husky from the lack of water.
I shake my head in response. My head is pounding and my ribs are on fire. Any slight movement sends pain shooting through my body. Hell, breathing makes me hurt like never before.
“I don’t think the guys are gonna come for us. We need to figure a way out of here on our own. I don’t know when these people are gonna come in here again, but that’s when we need to make our move. Maybe get them to let us go to the bathroom or something like that. I’m not sure what we can do or say to make them release us long enough to run from here. Lyric, if you get released, I want you to get free and run. Don’t wait for me or try to come back and get me. Get to safety and then bring help back for me. Do you hear me?” Paige asks, her voice barely above a whisper because we don’t actually know if the assholes are outside the door of the room we’re in or not.
Again, I shake my head because if I can get free, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna leave my big sister here alone. Not when they can do everything to her and I wouldn’t be here to stop it from happening. So, no, I won’t leave her here alone. If I can get out of here, I’ll make sure Paige comes with me. She’s given up so much for me and if this a way I can even begin to start paying her back, then I’ll sacrifice myself to make sure she’s safe and gets the fuck out of here. Paige can be pissed all she wants, but she should know better than to think I’d ever leave her here on her own.
“Lyric, I’m not asking you to leave me here. I’m telling you to leave me here and go get help. If the guys were going to come get us, they’d have been here by now. Instead, we’ve been here for days and there’s nothing to even suggest we’re gonna get rescued. I shouldn’t have ever let them into our lives to begin with,” she says causing anger to fill me.
There is nothing wrong with the guys from the Wild Kings. Or the women. They’re a great group of men and women and I know it’s just a matter of time before they get here for us. Shawn has claimed me and that means the club will be coming to get us. I don’t know why Paige can’t see that shit. She’s too hung up on the fact that Ricochet wants her and she’s not going to let him in because she thinks she’ll be letting him down after everything she’s gone through over the last few years. She can’t give him children and that’s a big deal for her. Personally, I believe if she talked to Ricochet and told him what happened and where her head was, he’d understand the situation and more than likely still want to be with her. I have a feeling that’s just the kind of man Ricochet is. At least if he’s anything like Shawn is.
I glare the best I can at my sister as she sits across the room from me. She looks away and I know the conversation is over in her mind. If I could talk, she’d know it’s not over. However, I haven’t tried talking since getting punched in the jaw and hearing the bones crack. Paige will get a piece of my mind the second I can start talking again though. Or the second we can get the fuck out of here and I can get a notebook and pen. Then I’ll make sure she knows exactly how I feel about her telling me to leave her behind.
Resting my head back against the chair, I close my eyes. At this point, it doesn’t matter if my eyes are open or closed. The pain doesn’t go away or lessen no matter what I do. Movement makes it worse, but movement makes everything on my body hurt worse than it does if I’m just sitting still. So, I try to remain as still as possible and take shallow breaths because that’s about the only way I can control the pain in my body even a little bit.
I let my mind drift to thoughts of Shawn. In the time I’ve known him, he’s shown me what a truly great guy he is. He’s been there for me when I need him. I mean, the day my mother called me, he dropped everything to get to me and made sure I was safe and okay. He held me while I cried and he’s done everything since that day to show me how far he’s willing to go to protect me. Including taking time off work to stay with me all day long. Even before that phone call from the bitch, Shawn did a lot to make sure I was safe, happy, and ready to do whatever I wanted to do. He’s taken me on dates, just sat at the trailer with me and watched cheesy chick flicks, danced with me in the kitchen when Paige was at work, and so many other little things.
Images of him flash through my mind. In almost every memory I have of Shawn, he’s smiling or laughing. There’s rarely a time when he’s pissed or showing just how much of an ass he can be. Yes, Shawn can be a complete asshole and I don’t ever want to get on that side of him. Instead, I want to be the one he comes home to and forgets all about the stressful day or how shitty things have gotten for him. I want to be the person he turns to for support or just to talk to about things. Shawn is my best friend, but he’s more than that. I love him and can’t believe that he chose me.
I’ve been dozing on and off all day long. I can’t say what Paige has been doing and I don’t really care. I’m still so angry at her for the suggestion she made earlier. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let her play the martyr. Not when we can both get the hell out of here. The pain seems to be getting worse. I don’t think anyone’s been back in to beat me again. However, I don’t really think I can be sure. Even when I’m awake, shit is fuzzy and I can’t remember much of anything at all.
As I’m sitting here, I can vaguely make out the locks being unlocked once again. My entire body tenses up at the thought of these men coming back in here again. Or having Paige see our mom for the first time in fifteen years. I didn’t even get a chance to tell her that I’ve already seen her. If I had something to write on, I’d have told her. I want to make sure she’s prepared for seeing that bitch. It seems as if our time is up though. Paige is more than likely about to come face to face with our mother and she has no clue about it. I just hope she gets pissed instead of upset. I don’t really remember much of what happened when she died. My sister and dad were really upset though. That’s about all I remember from that time.
My eyes dart over to where my sister’s sitting and I try to let her know what’s about to happen. Who’s about to walk through the door with the assholes who took us. I’m just not sure if she’s gonna understand what I’m trying to tell her. So, instead, I just brace myself and try to wait for the fallout of whatever is about to happen.
The door slams open once again and it smashes off the cement wall like it did the first time the assholes opened it. This time, the pounding in my head is even worse and I have to shut my eyes against the pain.
“I see you’re both awake now,” the man I’m guessing is Lucifer says as he makes his way into the room with our mother wrapped around him. “Now maybe we can get the information we’ve been trying to get. You know information about the Wild Kings and you’re gonna give that to me right now. Now, unfortunately, one of my men lost control of himself and went a little overboard with this slut here. So, you’re gonna have to be the one to talk. And if you don’t, then I’ll make sure she’s the one to pay for your unwillingness to comply with what I want.”
“I don’t know anything,” Paige says, keeping her eyes locked on the man and not looking in our mother’s direction at all. “They have been watching over us because of something that happened months ago. I’m not an ol’ lady.”
“You know more than what you think you do. I know for a fact that you’ve been staying at their clubhouse. When you weren’t there, two of the members were practically living with you two. So, yes, you know information and it’s time to give it up,” Lucifer says, his voice dripping with anger.
“I don’t know a damn thing. Neither does my sister,” Paige yells, her voice echoing off the walls and making my head hurt so bad.
“Let’s see if this changes your mind,” Lucifer says as he nods to one of the men standing the closest to me.
Before I realize what’s about to happen, the man starts beating the shit out of me. He doesn’t hold back or stop. Everyone else is cheering him on and wanting to see him decimate me to the point that I’m taken out of here in a body bag. I have no doubt that’s about to happen as the pain level increases to the point I’m about to black out. I’ve never felt pain like this before. Even when we were in the car accident with our dad, the pain wasn’t this bad.
“Leave her alone!” Paige screams out as my eyes snap open and I look at my sister.
Paige truly is my best friend and confidant. She’s been there for me my entire life and will do anything for me. She more than proved that when she didn’t bother going to school and getting out of Cedar Bay like we wanted to most of our lives. Instead, she stayed behind for me and even after I turned eighteen, she didn’t abandon me or leave me here alone. I could’ve gone with her and enrolled in a high school wherever she chose to go to college. That’s not what she wanted me to do though. Paige didn’t want to disrupt my entire life just to live hers.
“We’ll leave her alone the second you start telling us what you know about the club,” Lucifer growls out as the beating continues.
“You want to know about the club. Fine, I’ll tell you about the fucking club. When they get here, they’re going to beat your fucking asses and eliminate every single fucking person here. They’re good men who don’t know how to stop until they have those they love and care about back. You’ve taken an ol’ lady from them. Now, you’ll have to pay the price for what you’ve done. You’re not gonna get them out of Cedar Bay or hurt any of them,” my sister tells them as our mother steps up close to her and brings her hand back.
Before Paige can move her head, the bitch backhands my sister. It’s not hard considering she’s either high as fuck on something or waiting for her next hit. However, she touched my sister. I’m going to take great joy in making sure that our mother fucking feels every ounce of pain we’ve felt since getting here. No, since we were taken right off the street. The bitch won’t know what hit her when I’m through.
“What you don’t know is that we’ve already killed one of the members. Ran him off the fucking road and made sure he wasn’t breathing anymore. Our guy even took his cut off his body. So, you tell me if he’s dead or alive,” Lucifer says, a sneer on his face from my sister’s words.
