A loud crack sounded out in the room as my cheek began to burn. Blood started pooling in my mouth as I spit it out, watching one of my teeth clatter to the floor. I could already feel my cheek swelling as the asshole hovered over my body, watching me as spit and blood trickled down my chin.
“You’d do well to learn your place like your mother has,” he said.
“If you’ve done anything to my mother, I swear to fuck I’m going to kill you,” I said.
“Everyone knows you don’t give a damn about your mother. Your whoring mother who spreads her legs for everyone. She’s got a kink for younger boys, though. And I get why. It was hard for her to take a man’s dick.”
I leaned my throbbing head back and looked up at the man hovering over me before I spat in his face.
He cocked his hand back and cracked me against my eye, immediately swelling it shut.
“She didn’t have to be hit to learn her place, but you’re a little tougher than she is,” he said.
“Where’s my mother?” I asked.
“Awww. You almost sound like you actually give a shit. How sweet,” the man said.
“What have you done to her?” I asked.
“Nothing. She got too drunk to realize I was a bit too old for her, choked on my cock for a few moments, let me fuck her into her mattress, then told me everything I needed to know about her ‘slut daughter.’ That’s how she put it, right? Slut daughter?”
“Yep. That’s right,” someone said.
“That’s what I heard,” another one said.
“Told you, your mother’s a fucking freak,” the man said.
It made me sick that these men had been in my house. Had walked past my bedroom. Knew where I fucking lived. It wasn’t my mother that had vandalized my property, it had been them. They used my mother in her drunken state for their nefarious purposes and, even though I couldn’t stand her, I didn’t want her hurt, or worse.
“You ready to cooperate?” the man asked.
“Cooperate in what?” I asked.
“We’re going to make a fun little phone call to someone I’m sure you want to talk to. And you’re going to tell him exactly what we tell you to.”
There was some shuffling around before a dial tone started ringing out into the room. I sighed as my head hung over my lap. I felt myself getting nauseous. I was going to vomit right here in my lap. But soon the ringing stopped, and someone picked up the phone, and tears flooded my eyes when I heard the voice on the other end.
“Emma? Holy shit. Where the fuck are you?”
“Jacob?” I asked. “Jacob! Jacob, help me!”
Someone’s palm connected with my cheek and I whimpered out in pain.
“Emma! What the fuck’s going on? Where are you?” Jacob asked.
“Repeat after me,” a voice said in my ear.
I nodded to let him know I’d heard him as my cheek began to swell.
“We want what we are owed,” I said as the man whispered in my ear.
“What?” Jacob said. “Emma, what are you talking about?”
“We know it was you who took the money from our clubhouse,” I said.
The phone call fell silent and I heard a click on the other end of the line.
“You don’t get to come into our home and take our money without consequences,” I said.