Leave me alone.

chapter twenty five

Tyla's POV

I'm blindfolded and put into the back of a van.

I think of screaming but I don't know where I am and it could end in me getting hurt.

I can't cry.

I can't scream.

It won't help.

I sigh and feel the van start, gradually picking up speed.

My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I haven't eaten since last night.

Someone starts crying.

It's Nyla, atleast we're together.

1 hour later

"Get them all," a deep feminine voice calls out.

I assume they're a stud but voices aren't according to labels.

I'm pulled out of the van by strong arms.

What's Tae doing right now?

Does she know yet?

Did they take Ace too?

I try to clear my thoughts and focus on not falling on the ground.

A door is opened and I'm pushed in.

I could tell this fucker to stop pushing me but it's not like they'll listen.

The blindfold is taken off me.

I blink aggressively, my eyes adjusting to the bright light after being in the dark for so long.

As my vision gets clearer I see Nyla sitting next to me.

I look around and don't see Ace.

Atleast she's okay.

I hope.

I jump when I hear a gunshot in the distance.

I sigh and look at the floor.

I'm so hungry.

I need to get out of here.

A pair of air jordans step in front of me, distracting me from my thoughts. By the size of the feet I can tell that this fucker is tall as fuck.

Meaning I have to crane my neck all the way up to see their face.

"Tyla," she says and I look up at her and feel dissapointment when my eyes meet hers.

Alexis.

Fuck.

My first love. Who turned my love into hate for her all by herself.

Great.

I want to stab her Jordans but my hands are still handcuffed on my lap.

She kneels in front of me.

"You miss me?," she says holding my chin.

"No," I deadpan.

"You don't have to lie," she sighs, smiling afterwards.

I laugh.

My laugh echoes through the room.

I look at her and laugh again.

This fucker.

"You're getting on my nerves with your loud ass laugh," she seethes with her eyes in slits.

I laugh again.

I finish laughing and look in her eyes.

Wish I had a fork to poke them.