I Hate You...I Think (33 page)

             
"No..." I muttered. I tried pulling my arm from Eien. He refused to release me.

             
"I'm not going with you," I told him firmly.

             
Eien jerked me forward and I stumbled crashing into his side.

             
"Let go of me now, Eien. I'm not going with you. I know that Jason won't let Jet go even if I do go."

             
I tried shoving at him; he suddenly flicked out a switch blade and pressed it into the side of my ribs. I gasp as it pierced the skin and looked up at him terrified. Would he stab me right here?

             
Wrapping his arm around my waist he turned my body into him not moving the knife.

             
"If you don't shut up right now I'll press the knife deeper and puncture your lung," Eien hissed into my ear.

             
I shook my head not fully believing he would do that, even as fear spread up my back into my chest.

             
"You wouldn't," I challenged trying to break loose. He pressed the knife deeper. I whimpered as the wound burned and I felt my shirt get wet as my blood seeped onto it.

             
"You don't know what I'm capable of," he mocked.

             
We were in the parking lot. From where I stood I could see Oliver's car. Eien threw open the door to a red two door sports car. Pulling the knife away from me I aimed a kick at his crotch. He blocked it with his leg. Grabbing my hair he slung me into the back seat. I cracked my head into the far glass window and my eyes went out of focus for a moment.

Getting in the car he started it up and took off. Holding my head I looked around trying to think quickly. I had to get a plan together. If Eien brought me to Jason there was no doubt in my mind of what would happen then. A small cry escaped me
at the thought. Eien looked in the rear view mirror with a smirk.

             
"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face! You think Oliver won't know! He's going to beat you to death. I hope he does too!" I screamed aiming a punch at his head. He caught my wrist and twisted it violently jerking me forward. I shrieked as I heard it crack. He laughed and let go.

Pressing my back as far away from his seat as possible
, I cradled my hand crying hard. I could hardly see through the tears but my wrist seemed to instantly start swelling.

             
The ride wasn't long. In no time we were pulling up to a house on the other side of the junk yard. It was a single story brick house. Many guys were outside on the front steps. Eien pulled along the curb and stepped out pulling the seat forward.

             
I pressed myself into the seat glaring at him through tears. He reached in and I kicked out hitting him in the mouth.

             
"You little bitch," he yelled climbing in grabbing my ankles and dragging me out.

             
"Let me go you stupid son of a bitch," I screamed and kicked. Jerking me out, he slung me into the grass. All the guys from the front porch were laughing some had stood and were coming forward. Grabbing a handful of my hair Eien drug me to my feet I tried kicking, punching, even biting.

             
"Come on baby, play nice," one of the men cooed grabbing at the hem of my shirt. I aimed a kick at him. Grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back Eien held me to his chest lifting me off the ground and carried me to the house.

Slamming my head back I hit him in the m
outh which in turn made him take my broken wrist and twist it. Screaming he placed his other hand over my mouth. Jason's gang was nothing like Oliver's. They were trashy little thugs. Many grabbed at my body and laughed at my pain as Eien brought me into the house.

Jason was located down stairs as was Jet. I cried harder at the sight of Jet. His legs were broken. It looked as though they had taken a crow bar to his knees. He was tied to a pillar his head down and dried blood on his face and in his hair.

              "Ever, baby, it's about time you got here," Jason grinned. There were three other men in the room. Eien shoved me forward into the floor. Moving quickly I crawled to Jet lifting his head up. His eyes opened weakly.

             
"Ever..." he breathed. Wrapping my good arm around him I held his head to my chest.

             
"Where's her cell?" Jason asked Eien ignoring me. Eien handed it to him and they talked for a moment.

             
"Ever, I told you..." Jet whispered lifting his head to look at me.

             
"Shh, it's ok," I muttered to Jet rubbing my thumb over his eye to get dried blood off his eye lashes.

             
"Your side...you're bleeding."

             
"Eien stabbed me," I told him. "I'm ok. It’s shallow,” I added seeing his face harden. It was a weak look. I didn't want him to get anymore hurt than he already was.

             
"I'm sorry," he told me softly. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have been stupid Sunday."

             
"Have you been here since then," I asked appalled. Jet nodded. They have been torturing Jet for five days. FIVE days!

             
"How cute," Jason cooed in a mocking voice.

             
I looked up to see him with my cell phone.

             
"Where you at, Bun? What is that a pet name?" Jason smirked.

             
"He calls her, Bunny," Eien sneered.

             
"Bunny, hmm..." Jason walked closer to me an amused look on his face.

             
"Get away from her," Jet growled. Jason grabbed my hair jerking me to my feet as one of the men, who was large with dark skin and insane muscles, reared back and punched Jet hard in the face.

             
"No! Stop!" I looked up at Jason. "You said you let him go," I said weakly knowing he wasn't going to.

             
Jason smirked. "You’re not so stupid as to think I'd really do that?"

             
My shoulders sagged. There was a vibrating sound I knew that to be my cell phone.

             
"It's Oliver," Eien said. Jason reached for the phone but I took the moment to slam my elbow into Eien's stomach when he stepped near me. Eien grunted dropping my phone.

             
"Feisty little thing," Jason laughed grabbing my chin.

             
"Why are you doing this? What the hell do you want from me?"

             
"It's not you sweetheart. I could get any girl I want and a lot better looking than you," Jason chuckled shaking my chin. "It's pissing Oliver off I'm interested in."

             
"Because he got you in trouble, like you deserved," I spit in Jason's face. His knuckles connected with my cheek sending me back into Eien chest. Eien grabbed my aching wrist and twisted it behind my back again. I cried out and he placed his hand over my mouth.

             
"Hey there, Oliver," Jason said. I opened my eyes to see Jason with my phone to his ear.

             
"Say hello, Ever," Jason grinned stepping forward with the phone I tried to turn my head away but Eien jerked on my wrist and I cried out then he squeezed harder and I screamed.

             
Jason paused then a look came over his face

             
"You know why I'm doing this," Jason snarled glaring at me. "You little rat. You tried to kill me then got me thrown in jail you little fucker. And, now I'm going to make you pay. Would you like me to tell you what I'm going to do to your little girl first?"

             
Jason had a look come over his face as he looked me up and down.

             
"I think first I'm going to get her out of these pants. They look a bit tight," Jason laughed hanging up.

Chapter Twenty Two

              Eien pulled on the rope tighter, I cringed biting my lip. My broken wrist screamed in agony. The wound on my side had started as a dull throbbing but as more blood seeped out the pain intensity had climbed. Holding back tears I tried to remain calm. 

Looking down at my shirt the blood stain had grown and the fabric was now stuck to the wound. The puncture had not seemed so bad when it first happened till now. It hurt l
ike hell but now I think shock was taking over. 

             
Binding my ankles Eien didn't give me a second look before standing up and turning his back on me. Looking over at Jet I wish I knew he was okay. His head was down against his chest and he was out cold. His hands were right under mine as we were tied to the same pillar.

Pressing my fingers against his wrist I felt his
heartbeat. Sighing in relief I leaned to him.

             
"Jet?" I questioned. He didn't stir.

             
"Hey Boy!" Sam hollered bounding down the stairs with a grin on his face.

             
"I heard we got Oliver's whore up in here."

             
I glared at him then shivered, my body was trembling and I couldn't stop it.

             
"Is everyone ready?" Jason asked nonchalant as he turning back to look at a map on the wall. I realized it was a map of the junk yard. Red dots littered the paper as well as arrows. It was a plan. A very well thought out plan. Oliver was walking straight into a trap.

             
"Yeah, they all got there spots. Ya drilled it into our head well enough. I don't see why we can't just shoot them when the first walk in. Then we can get down to business," Sam grinned walking over taking a strand of my hair and smelling it.

             
There was loud thumping coming down the stairs and Aaron ducked into the room. His back arched as he tried to avoid hitting his head.

             
"I told you damn idiots already I want Oliver to suffer. You can do whatever you want with the slut when this is over with," Jason turned around pointing to me as he spoke angrily to Sam. Sam shrugged grabbing a chair spinning it backwards and pulling out a cigarette he winked at me.

             
Turning my head away I shuttered again feeling light headed. Shaking my head I tried to get rid of the feeling. I couldn't show them I was scared or hurt no matter how terrified or in pain I was. Here I was in trouble again, helpless, pathetic, and useless. I'd be damned if I give them any more pleasure in seeing me cry.

Oliver's coming to save me and Jet but he has no idea that's he is walking into a trap. Oliver wouldn't fail though. It's Oliver we're talking about. He's smart he knows Jason. Everything will be fine. I just have to hold on to that thought, I must.

              Oliver needs me to be strong, to be smart. Jason's got his plans. I need my own. I drew in a shaking breath and looked around. There were windows but they were the annoying cranking kind. Even if I did get them open there was no way I could lift Jet’s unconscious body six foot to the window. Not even in good condition could I do that.

             
Sam grabbing my face making me look at him.

             
"So what are we going to do with her while we take care of Oliver?"

             
"We're taking her to the junk yard with us in a bit. Oliver is no doubt getting his boys together. We have time," Jason muttered.

             
"And this one?" Sam asked grabbing Jet's hair and lifting his head.

             
"Don't touch him," I snarled. Sam looked at me a second then begin laughing.

             
"We'll bring him with us too, Ever needs company after all," Jason smirked looking back at me.

             
"I hope Oliver rips out your heart," I spat. As the words left my mouth I became nauseous.

             
"Shit," Sam jumped back Jason was quick to grab a trash can and shove it under my face as I threw up.

             
"Nasty bitch," Jason growled. "Don't you dare throw up in my floor."

             
I had a few choice words for him but I couldn't say anything as I emptied my stomach. Jason grabbed the can shoving it into Sam's hands. Sam cringed holding it away from him.