My Overprotective Brothers

Chapter 33

Amber's P.O.V 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCCCCCKKK!" Finnick screamed whilst bashing the steering wheel with his fists, bruises formed on his knuckles and his skin tearing with each impact.

Its now midnight and we should be sleeping peacefully...but unfortunately not. Finnick woke up in the night and saw a blacked-out car and a figure was watching our window. He slapped me awake, shoved my stuff in a bag and now here we are, driving above the speed limit and swerving cars.

Finnick was swearing at annoyed drivers but his screams were muffled by the cigarette hanging in his mouth. While he continued to flip people off, I stared out the window and thought through possible plans to escape this psycho!

My thinking was abruptly interrupted by Finnick slamming his foot on the brake and looking at me with dark scary eyes, the kind of eyes that make you want to crawl into a ball and die alone.

"Did your piece of shit brothers give you this?" Finnick spat whilst tugging on my bracelet. I didn't even care at this point and I need to scream at him.

"Don't call them that!" I scream but soon get slapped hard across my face and the force whipped my face to the side and my fair flopped onto my stinging red cheek. I held my cheek in my hand and tried my best not to cry, giving him satisfaction.

"DID THEY GIVE YOU THIS?" Finnick demanded with loads of car horns going off in the background because he braked in the middle of the road. I knew I couldn't lie so I nodded my head in defeat. In a blink of my eye, Finnick jumped out the car and ripped my door open and dragged me out by my hair. Beside the road was some bushes and trees, Finnick pushed me on the dirt and my back hit a bush, the dead leaves covered my head and shoulders.

He ripped the bracelet from my hands and placed it on the road, I looked to see loads of scary drivers, honking their horns and swearing profanities out their car windows. Finnick jumped back in the driver's seat and drove very slowly, it took me a second to register what he was doing.

He was running over my bracelet with his tire.

Oh no.

I saw Finnick's signature evil smirk as he watched me sob over the last thing that gave me hope of escaping this man. I heard a faint crunch and I immediately knew it was the tracker being crushed under the wheel, along with my hope.

Finnick ran up to me and dragged me back in the car, I looked down and a few of my hairs broke off from the iron grip Finn had on my hair. Finnick sat back down in the driver's seat and continued driving again, I felt his stare burn holes on the side of my head, I felt his evil and cruel aroura suffocating this stolen car and suffocate me.

"I'm giving you a punishment for going against me baby, but I think you'll grow to like it," Finn said with a smirk clear on his face, he was amused and pleased with himself, but of what exactly?

I looked down scared and my hands got clammy, my anxiety and nervousness was kicking in big time and a panic attack was surfacing. I breathed in and out as smooth and regular as I could and tried to remain calm, doing the exercise that my brothers have taught me whenever I would have a panic attack at home or outside somewhere, usually at the mall when I try on clothes with my brothers watching.

My breathing got back to normal and I was okay, but I was only okay for a second because just as I got my anxiety under control, I saw a long shiny thing being stabbed into my arm forcibly.

I wasn't stabbed with a knife, but a silver needle filled with an unknown substance.

I gasped loudly and tried to shuffle away but it was no use, the needle was shoved in aggressively by a smirking Finnick and my panic was surfacing again. The contents of the needle flowed into my arm and it was taking effect quickly.