Juliet's POV

I don't know how long I've been in this closet.  I haven't seen actual daylight in a while.  Randy rarely gives me food or water.  I'm hungry.  I just want out of here.

"Where is she, Jesse?" I heard voices outside my door.  A shot of fear ran through my body. 

"She's in here," Jesse was standing there with another ther guy that reeked heavily like alcohol and weed.  I tried not to gag.

"She's even prettier than how you described her," One of the guys said and bent down so he was at my eye level.  I didn't like how he was looking at me, like I was a piece of meat instead of a person.  I moved my hands around behind my back hoping to loosen the knots so I could get away from him.  Unfortunately, the knots didn't budge.

"Baby, shh," He said, "There's no need for that.  We're going to have fun later."  His hand tucked a piece of hair away from my face.

"Hey, no touching," Jesse said, "I said you could see her.  Not touch.  Now where's my cigs?"

The other dude tossed a pack of cigarettes to Jesse and then diverted his attention back to me.

"Yes," He murmured, "Good.  Very very good."  I don't like where this is going.  I need to get out.  I kicked a wall and a can of powdery chemicals fell off of one of the shelves and onto his back.

"Hey!  Fuck!" He coughed and then raised his fist, "You little bitch.  I oughtta-"

"If you hit her Randy will know," Jesse interjected, "And we all know how he would deal with you on those circumstances."

He lowered his fist.  My heart rate slowed down.

"The only reason I didn't beat the shit out of you was because of Randy," He threatened, "You better be praising his ass right now because if he weren't here you would be lying in pieces.  Never disrespect a man like that."

I wasn't trying to disrespect him.  It was self defense.  I didn't like him being so close to me and I let him know that.

"C'mon Jesse.  Let's go." They left the room.  I can't believe Jesse is doing this to me.  He's my brother, of all people.  He took care of me when our parents left and when I had been on the streets with him all those years.  Doesn't that mean anything to him?  Why would he let them do this to me?  I trusted him.  I really fucking trusted him.

Jesse's POV

"Your sister is hot," Daniel told me, "I'd do her."

"She's 14!" I snarled.  Showing him Jay was a bad idea.  But I needed my cigarettes.  Daniel was the only guy that was willing to barter for his.  I breathed in and let the smoke fill my lungs. 

"Age is just a number."

"It's a number that is important.  She's 5 years younger than you.  It's not fucking okay."  I didn't like the way he talked to her.  I knew she didn't like it either.

"Whatever dude," Daniel laughed, "But the fact is, she's hot.  And she's tied up.  She can't fight back."

Anger started to bubble inside of me.  He can't treat her like this.  Jay isn't a fucking toy.  I have to start keeping a closer watch on her closet.  I can't let him hurt her.

"Hey Jesse," Randy called to me, "Could you go pick up the envelope later?"

"Sure.  What time?"

"I don't know, somewhere around 3.  Give me one of those," Randy grabbed a cig from my pack.

"When are we going to return Jay?" I asked him.

Randy chuckled softly, "We aren't going to return Jay.  Don't you remember the old days?  She was gold.  There's no way I'm letting her go now."

"But don't you think that she'll try to run away?  Besides, her Dad is famous.  He'll put search warrants all around looking for her."

Randy took a long drag from his cigarette, "She's afraid of me.  Anything I tell her to do she'll do it because she's afraid that I might kill her.  If I tell her that she has to stay with us and as far away from his as possible, she will obey me.  All we have to do is cut and dye her hair and she'll look completely different.  It's not that hard."

"But what if Jay doesn't want that?"

"Well then it sucks to be her," Randy laughed, "Because it's happening whether she likes it or not."

I nodded.  I know what I have to do next.  Jay doesn't want this life.  I don't want this for her either.  She's the only girl here and there are plenty of other pervs like Daniel that hang around here.  I went out of the room and discreetly picked up Jay's phone on the way out.  I hoped Randy didn't notice.  I searched through the contacts and found the one named Alex.

"Hello?  Jay?  Is this you?" He picked up almost immediately.

"Come to the abandoned warehouse on Gypsum Avenue," I said quickly, "If you want Jay then come.  And bring cops.  Lots of cops."

"Who are you and what have you done with Jay?"

"Come to the abandoned warehouse on Gypsum Avenue as fast as you can and bring cops." I repeated.

"Okay.  I'm on my way." Alex hung up and so did I.  My next part of the plan was to get the hell out of here.  I went out of the room I was in, but came face first to Randy as soon as I opened the door.

"Did you have a nice chat with Alex?" He asked me.  Oh God.  He heard.  I'm fucked.  No, I'm more than fucked, I'm dead.

"I guess we're going to have to go with plan B."

Before I even had time to respond, searing pain ripped across my face.  I put my hand to my cheek.  When I pulled it away, it was red.  I started to feel dizzy.

"You never smiled enough," Randy said, "Now I guess you don't have a choice."

Juliet's POV

I want water.  Everything I see makes me think of that.  Everything.  Crystal clear streams and sparkling lakes have taken over my mind.  It consumes my every thought.  My mouth is dry.  My head hurts.  I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

The door was suddenly thrown open and the sudden burst of light caused a brief supernova in my brain.

"The light, my head," I whimpered, "Water."

"There's no time for that, sweetheart, we're going to the roof," Randy said and cut the rope on my legs, "Get up."

I tried to stand.  I've been sitting down for such a long time.  My legs felt like rubber and I couldn't use my hands to balance myself because they were tied.

"I can't." I said.

"For fuck's sake," Randy growled and yanked me up.  Instantly, I felt dizzy and nauseous.

"I feel..." I started.

"I don't fucking care!" Randy dragged me along the hallway.  I shut my mouth.  He was in a bad mood.  A really bad mood.

We made it to the roof.  The sky was blue and there was a slight breeze.  Overall, it seemed like a nice day.  I heard some sirens in the distance.  They seemed to be getting closer.

"You're probably wondering why we're up here?" Randy asked me, "Am I correct?"

I nodded.

"Well, your brother decided to tell some important little details about my plans to a very important person.  But don't worry, he has been taken care of.  We have nothing to worry about."

I heard footsteps coming up.  Randy quickly lifted me up and put me on the ledge that was very close to the edge.  The only thing that was keeping me on the building was the fact that he was holding my tied wrists.  If he were to let go I would lose my balance and fall.

"It will all be okay, sweetheart," Randy said and winked, "I promise."

4 cops burst up to the roof, pistols drawn.

"Let her go!" One of them shouted.

Randy smirked, "Poor choice of words." 

His grip on my wrists vanished.  I felt myself going backwards through the air.  Falling, falling, falling, until I hit the ground.  But I only felt that for a second before I lost consciousness.

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Well at least Jay is away from Randy now.  That's a good thing, right?  I feel bad for Jesse tho.  What do you guys think will happen to him?