Timeless

23.

Jazmine

I quickly tried to get free from the ropes I was tangled in when I heard slow and heavy footsteps coming down the steps. I quickly turned my head to see who it was, to my surprise it was...Taelyn?

"What the fuck is this shit, Taelyn?" I asked him while he had a pitiful look on his face. "So this what we doing now?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you." He apologized. But I didn't care. I wanted to know why he felt like he had to take me and bring me to this trashy place.

I don't know how long I've even been here. I don't remember except for when I just woke up which was like 20 minutes ago.

"Where am I?" I asked one more time.

"Logan and I have this house that's pretty far out. It's our trap house." He stated as if he was ashamed. I am and I'm confused as fuck.

"Logan?! Nigga what kind of Pretty Little Liars and A shit is this? How do you know Logan? Why are yall even friends? WHAT THE FUCK?" I asked all in one breath. My brain was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

"I'm sorry Jaz." He said before pulling out a needle. My eyes widened as he stabbed the needle into my thigh causing me to black out.

I woke up again. I was still out of it as I tried to slip my hands out of the knotted rope. I heard footsteps coming down the steps once again. But, I didn't care to look. All I wanted to do was escape from wherever I was.

"You thought you was gone be able to easily escape? Jaz, you have to be smarter than that." I heard Logans deep and evil voice say. I closed and opened my eyes. They were heavy and I was seeing double from the drugs I was on. "Awe look at you. Out of it."

I could hear perfectly fine but I felt weak throughout my body. All I could feel is the comfort of the mattress beneath me and the rope that was tied around my wrist and ankles. I wish I knew why Taelyn and Logan were doing this. More importantly... where the fuck are my uncles?

"W-why...are you.... doing this?" I asked slurring my words.

"Cause I can and want to." He said causing me to spit in his face.

"Fuck you.." I said before knocking out again.

"Jazmine!!" He shouted. I snapped out of my sleep to see him standing over me with a kitchen knife and anger in his eyes. He looks like Norman Bates with the shower scene. My eyes widened as he inched closer to me with the knife. "I'm tired of your shit Jazmine!! You think you run shit around here?! You don't!!!"

"Don't Logan." I pleaded as he inched closer to me with the knife. This is exactly like the dream I had.

"Fuck you too Jaz." Was all I heard before I heard Taelyn come to tackle him to the ground. "The fuck you doin nigga?!"

"The fuck are YOU doing? Why do you have a fucking knife?" Taelyn asked as they go themselves together.

"Bitch spit in my face." Logan side-eyed me.

"You need to remember that anything we do to her gone come back around because you know better than I do that her uncles don't play that shit. Now when her uncles come find her...which they will. She don't need no scratches, bruises, or any signs of any harm done to her." Taelyn explained.