Twenty-one

Twenty-one

Jordan

"He's coining. I'm pretty sure he got the note. Anyway. Let's go. I need to go back to Chicago." He says while he looks at his watch on his wrist and then looks at the door then to me.

I can't speak.

I can't move.

Probably because he taped my mouth and tied me down on a chair. Tear streams down my cheeks and I let my head hang low.

What did I do to deserve this life?

Date a gangster?

Date someone who has demons as myself?

Date someone who has family problems like myself?

My hiccups is the only thing that makes me move. Other...