I groaned as he laid into me harder, his fists colliding hard with my face and stomach. He shook his fist from the force of his punch, bouncing backwards on his heel, his adrenaline blowing through the roof.
My swollen face looked up into Amil's, seeing the anger vibrating off him. I could barely see out of my right eye and the longer I went without putting ice on it, the smaller it got.
"You fùcked up Jake!" He yelled for the millionth time in the past hour. My head turned to the right and I sneered at Amil's brother.
He owned the house I had escaped to, instantly ringing Amil to fill him in on what was going on. He was a coward and sat back whilst Amil bought in the money for his greedy, power fuelled family.
Amil's brother gulped at me, the fear clear in his eyes no matter how much he tried to mask it. I knew fear, I could smell fear. Amil was the one who taught me that.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled, punching me once more in the side of my head. My face automatically swung to the other side, the muscles in my neck throbbing from the sudden quick blow.
I clenched my jaw tightly and forced myself to stay silent. This was all my own fault, this is what happened when you mess up in the gang.
"You almost got us caught!" He ranted, throwing his arms up in the air whilst pacing the room. I kept my eyes trained on the floor, my head spinning from the battering he had given me. I could feel myself shutting down slowly but I knew he wouldn't kill me, I was too valuable to him.
My temples throbbed painfully and blood trickled down my bruised face from my skull where he had smashed my head open.
"Why Jake? Why?!" He shouted, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark, full of danger and power. I looked back at him emotionless, my eyes empty. I had often stood watching as he did this to other gang members, the only difference now was that I was on the receiving end of his violence.
"Why?!" He hissed at me loudly, his spit landing on my cheek and sliding down. I clenched my jaw tighter and Amil's eyes turned from angry to amused knowing he was winding me up. If I could hit him back, I would have but considering I was tied to the wall with thick ropes, I didn't really have much of a choice.
"Speak!" He commanded, slapping my face, the sting pulsing through my cheeks. His brother tutted from the other side of the room, shaking his head and I fought to hold back the growl I so badly wanted to let go.
I saw Amil's chest rise and fall heavily, his breathing finally settling back to normal. I blew out an imaginary sigh of relief, knowing he was calming down. He pulled something out from his jacket and I immediately snapped my attention to it, narrowing my eyes so I could see it clearer. My vision was blurred therefore completely failing me.
He walked up to me, grabbing my face and pointing the barrel of his pistol into my cheek, twisting it hard.
So that's what he's holding...
I was no stranger to having a gun pointed at me however when it's your deranged gang leader holding the pistol, fear immediately settles into your stomach.
"Amil, please" I whispered quietly, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I turned my mouth and spat a huge chunk of blood onto the floor.
"You bastard, don't spit on my floors!" His brother piped up from behind Amil. I clenched my jaw tighter before turning my head and spitting again, the clump of blood landing next to the previous one. I turned, smirking at him, his eyes wide in disbelief.
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[Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction] Currently Editing. ***** Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a private home life full of abuse. Emily has kept it a secret for year...