Chapter 15
Luis
“Come on, Big Brother, fight harder. She needs you, they all need you. Stay alive.”
I jolt awake at the sound of my little sister's voice. It seemed so real, like she was laying right beside me. Looking around and taking in the scene, I realize I’m still in the same hell hole I have been in.
Thank god she’s definitely not here with me.
Reaching up to my neck, it’s then I realize I’m still wearing this stupid metal collar that’s chained to the wall.
I decided days ago that I wasn’t going to give up.
Even though she’s dead, my brothers need me.
So, every day that I’m hooked up to this fucking wall, I attempt small workouts to at least keep my muscles from withering away.
I’ll escape this place, with or without any help.
I’m on my last set of push-ups when the familiar sound of footsteps echoes behind the door.
I’m almost able to count every step he takes by how heavily he walks.
Getting up, I sit on the cold concrete floor and attempt to slow my breathing down.
I still need him to think I’m broken and that he’s won.
“Hello, cupcake,” he says, opening the door. “Finally got that picture sent to your brothers. Let’s see if they actually show up.” He chuckles, coming and squatting in front of me.
“Fuck you,” I spit in his face. “I hope they don’t show up,” I reply as he wipes the spit from his face.
“They think they’re coming to save you. Little do they know they are walking into their own death trap,” he says with a sinister smile. “It’s all coming together nicely–the plan I set in motion. Now to just tie the little bow on top,” he finishes.
All I manage to do is laugh. One that comes from so deep within, I give myself chills. It feels unhinged, almost like I’m so mentally gone there’s no coming back.
“How’d you do it? Kill her, I mean?” I ask, pinning him with a death glare.
“Oh,” he chuckles loudly. “Let’s just say her brakes stopped working,” he says, and he seems so proud of himself.
“Next question. How were you and Brock associated?” I ask, and it seems to be the million dollar question. He stays silent, just glaring holes into me.
“Are you working with someone that works for Raven? There’s no way you outsmarted us with no help.
I’m just saying you don’t seem like the brightest crayon in the box.
” I chuckle. Yet again, my words seem to piss him off further.
Got to have some kind of entertainment around here.
Reaching into his pocket, he grabs something and slides it onto his hand.
Rearing back, he goes blow after blow, my face and sides taking all the damage.
Brass knuckles definitely fucking hit the spot.
“Keep running that mouth, boy, and your brothers will be getting pictures of your dead body,” he spits, landing another hit on my sides.
Looking up at him, a grin spreads across my face and the taste of blood fills my mouth.
He turns to walk away, but not before I kick my leg out and land a hit to his knee.
He stumbles, almost falling, but rights himself.
Turning his head and glaring at me, he hobbles out of the room, turning the lights off and slamming the door as he goes.
Another day in this fucking room. I’m starting to forget what the sun feels like on my skin.
What the air smells like without the stench of piss.
Soon, I’ll be out of these chains and will give him the death he deserves.
But not before I get my payment in blood for all the shit that’s happened here.