Part 17

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"I-I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean to puke on your floor. I tried to get up bu-" My words got cut off as Jake stands up. Oh crap I'm a dead person now. Who throws up on a mafia's floor. Crap, I hope he realizes that I tried to get up. 

"Just get it cleaned up, then go lay down upstairs. Or in the bathroom so you don't make another mess." 

WHAT?? I have to clean this, that is so unfair I tried to get up but they wouldn't let me, not to mention he was the one who made me eat earlier. I was so made, I actually didn't even know I was yelling what I was thinking until I felt myself get tackled. 

Jake just tackled me. I tried to get out from under him, but then he pulls something out of his pocket, and points it at me. It was a fricken gun, great I'm a dead girl. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait to die. But I don't die, he didn't shoot me. "Next time you yell at me, you will get shot, but don't worry you won't die. You will just want to do. I might even do a little torturing on you. How does that sound?" 

I shake my head gesture that, that does not sound good at all. "Use your words." He whispers in my ear. 

"S-sorry I won't yell at you again. I-I don't wanna get shot, or tortured." He smiles at my confession. "Good girl, now clean this up and go upstairs." I just nod my head this time. And what he does next shocks me. All my movement, my breathing, even my heart feels like it stops. He is fricken KISSING me on the lips. 

I never kissed before, I don't even know how. Even if I didn't I wouldn't want to kiss any of these boys. That Is disgusting. I can't believe he just took my first kiss. He finally pulled away and looked at me, I had wide eyes and my face was completely red. Not from embarrassment though. It's from anger. 

I was so blinded by anger, I slapped him before I could stop myself. Now it was his turn for his face to be red from anger. I hurry and get up but before I could he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down. 

"Why the Fuck did you just slap me?" I didn't answer. So he slapped me. "Well? Answer my question, now!" I looked over at the other boys and they had amused facial expressions on. I can't believe they are enjoying this. 

"Well, why would you kiss me?" I tried to sound confident. Key word tried. It came out as more of a squeak. They all just laugh. 

"Boys, It's time for that one punishment we were talking about." they all just smiled, got up, and left. Oh god, now what. What more could they possibly do to me. 

Jake grabbed me, and took to the same room with the cameras. The one where I watched Nina take her last breath. Oh God, what are they doing now. Why am I in here, I don't wanna be in here again. I almost start crying, but I don't want to cry in front of any of the boys. 

"Now, I thought last time we taught you a lesson. But apparently not because you just keep disobeying us and making stupid decisions. This time you should learn. You must keep your eyes open if you look away or close your eyes, I will tape your eyes open, and force you to watch. Got It?" 

I just shake my head yes. I already feel like crying. When Jake turns on the cameras I start crying. I see my mom in the living crying looking at a picture of me. And in the back I see Noah and Liam through the window. Oh my god. They are going to kill my mom. I turn around and look at Jake. "Please, please don't kill my mom. I will do what you guys tell me to do. I won't be any trouble. But please, don't kill my mom." I beg while crying. 

I can't lose my mom she is the only person I have left in my life. First it was my dad, then Nina. I can't let them kill my mom. I look back at Jake, and see him texting the boys. My heart jumps hoping that they won't kill my mom. 

"Alright Lilah, we won't kill your mom, but you have to prove that you will do what we tell you to do." He says while laughing at the end. Oh no, what is he going to make me do. I'll still do it though because I can't let my mom die. 

"What do I have to do?" I say with a quivery voice. He just smirks and thinks for a minute. 




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