Jailbird

~Chapter 47~

Sienna

I had a massive migraine and I was on the hard floor.

The pounding in my skull was at minimum, like a bat being slammed against a pinãta.

I tried to feel for my limbs before I opened my eyes. My toes were wiggling freely and my fingers flexed, but my ankles felt tight and uncomfortable.

My ears strained hard to hear my surroundings. Only thing I could hear was the slight hissing sounds of water moving through pipes, maybe?

It was cold, so I had to be outside or somewhere where the temperature was almost the same.

Just as I started moving, trying to pry my eyes open, something sounded like it gave way; like a door being opened.

I quickly fell limp again and kept my eyes closed. It wasn't hard, seeing as they were probably swollen shut from all the crying I did.

I still couldn't believe RJ did this to me.

"She up yet? Check on her." RJs voice droned out without any trace of remorse.

I kept my breathing even as light footsteps came my way and gentle hands pressed against the side of my neck, searching for my pulse.

A heavy sigh left the person, "Why yes, she's alive... Thanks for asking. Jesus Christ, Jeremy, her heads a fùcking mess!"

"The bìtch was trying to make a run for it. It wasn't suppose to get that hectic..." He trailed off.

Bastard...

"Yeah, well you're definitely gonna pìss him off for fùcking her up like this. That's what you wanted, right? You beat her like this to prove a point for your big manly ego?" The woman taunted him and I had to restrain myself from flinching as heavy footsteps came up to us and not long after, a sharp smack rang out into the open air.

It lingered for awhile before RJ snarled out, "That's enough, Bridgette. I'm sick of your mouth and quite frankly, you'd been fùcking him, too, so my patience is already thin with you. Try me again and see what it gets you next."

Bridgette must've valued her face, because she didn't say another word.

Suddenly, I was sad she poked the beast because next thing I knew, a huge waterfall of water nearly drowned me.

I gurgled for a few seconds, struggling to breathe before a harsh foot kicked me in my back, turning me over.

My lungs burned as I coughed and sputtered up water, trying to breathe.

"Wake up, Sienna. Shìt... it's been well past hours. Thought you'd went into a coma on me." RJ said, not giving a crap that I was trying trying to remember how to breathe right.

My shivering body ached like I'd been hit by a truck. And that was kind of an understatement.

Especially since his foot kicked me in my stomach, causing me to cry out in agony.

"P-please stop-p. No m-more," I shivered out through my sobs.

"Oh good, you're up now. Had to be sure. We have some things to talk about. Can you get up so I can see your pretty face? Don't make me ask you twice." He told me in a gentle tone.

The calm before the storm.

Starting off with my face on the ground, I pressed my palms flat and gathered all of my strength to push myself up into a sitting position.

I gritted my teeth to avoid the cry that wanted to come out. I could at least try to appear stronger than I felt inside.

My eyes opened up to blurry slits and I slowly leaned my head back to see RJ standing above me with a huge dripping storage bin.