the living are hungry hodnes [ lexark ]

18] I told you

I wake up to a sharp slap to the face, confused and a little disoriented.
I mean that fucker stung. I slowly peer my eyes up to meet angry black ones.

Oh yea, with my fist induced coma, I must have forgot. I'm being held against my will, by a scary black eyed bitch. I'm away from my family. My step brother might be dead. And Elyza.. I can't even finish the thought.

My hands are no longer bound, but the gag is still in place. I reach my shaking hands up to pull it down from my mouth. It's stuck to my skin from the blood it soaked up, when I was knocked out. I have to tear it off, bringing a few layers of skin with it.

"Bitch." I whisper.

Skai is standing in front of me holding a water bottle. She must have enhanced hearing too, because after my whispered insult she unscrews the cap and empties all but a sip and hands it to me.

I glare at her but don't say anything else. I have the worst cotton mouth, I'm surprised lips aren't stuck to my teeth.

I drink my tiny sip of water and hand the bottle back. I see she is wearing Elyza's dagger...my dagger, at her hip. My throat tightens, thinking about Elyza.

"You didn't have to slap me, you know." I say rubbing my burning cheek.

I take a look around. I'm still in one of the vans, of course, I'm really starting to hate these fucking vans!

We're parked on the side of the road. I can see the freeway up a little ways, but we are hidden from being seen by anyone that would be traveling on the freeway.

"You didn't have to kick one of my men off a fucking roof." She sneers.

"Yea, well I missed my mark, seeing as I was aiming for you! Now I will have to kill you with that!" I growl out pointing to the dagger.

She stares at me for a second, eyes squinted. Then a sick smile slowly spreads across her face. Fuck.

"You know, part of me is kind of rooting for Elyza to come and save you."

Hearing her name is like a knife to the heart. I actually bring my hand up to my chest to make sure there isn't anything there.

"You seem to be the missing puzzle piece that makes up my sister."

"And why the fuck would that matter now, you killed your fucking sister! She won't be saving me. I don't even know why you fucking still have me, other than the fact that Jayson has a sick infatuation!"

She looks at me confused..maybe worried? Then starts to pace outside the van.

"She didn't tell you?" She asks, dumbfounded.

"What, that her sister is a traitorous cunt? She mentioned it."

She moves so fast, my mind barely has time to register it. She has me by the throat, her face so close I can feel her breath tickle my cheek. I try and pry her hands off, but she is too strong.