Baby Sis (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 28

Kylas POV

Three weeks has past and I still haven't seen or heard from Taylor.

I walked downstairs and went into the living room. "Hey Cam, I'm going walking." "OK, don't be gone long." "OK dad," I said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and I walked out. I walked out of the yard and down the street. I walked for hours just because I'm really bored.

I came up to this McDonald's. I went in because I want a sprite. I got my drink and about to leave.

I push the door open to leave but somebody grabs my shoulder. I turn around and see Blaine. My heart stops.

"Either you can come with me without a fight or I can kill your boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend," I spat.

"Oh, well I can just kill you instead." "OK go for hoarse." "Do you think I'm playing?" "Why do I care? I mean either you are gonna kill me now or you will kidnap me and beat me."

"Oh, I'm gonna do the last option." "Of fudging course." "What? You like the first option better?" He said lifting up his shirt showing me a gun. "Yup!" "To bad. I'm gonna make you suffer. You had me locked up and my daughter taken away from me. I'm gonna make you pay, then I'll kill your worthless ass." "Technically, I'm worth more than you and your stupid daughter put together."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the fast food restaurant. He pulled me to his truck. I fought back as much as I could but he is too strong for me.

I know I'm gonna be beat. I know I'm gonna die.

Here we go. The ride to hell is just beginning.

We get to this house in the middle of no where. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into the old house.

He slung me into this room. The took his belt off and started hitting me with it. With all his might, he hit me twice on the back, once in the face and three times on my hip and twice on my stomach.

He dropped the belt and stood there staring at me. He kicked me in the chest, then in the stomach. I cry with all the pain running through my body.

I really wish Taylor was here. Wait? What am I saying? He don't care about me. Why would he?

I don't need him. I'm strong! I can handle myself.