Phat Girl 2

Chapter 10

Jasmine's POV

I woke up from darkness by something wet landing on my face. "Rise and shine bitch." A woman stood over me. She looked down at me with a sadistic smirk on her face. What is it with me getting kidnapped by these types of people or maybe it just runs in their family?

I looked closely at her and then gasped.

"You're—"

"Yes, I'm his mother."

“What do you want from me? If you’re going to kill me, you can save yourself all the bullshit and do it now."

She rolled her eyes and started to laugh loudly.

Then she stopped and looked at me with a smirk.

"I want you to pay for the death of my son, but--" her smiled dropped suddenly. "I can’t kill you because my partner has much better plans for you."

"He didn’t say anything about a little torture though. I’m sure you will live through it, or maybe you won’t." She said grinning at me.

"Kyle!!" My eyes widened as Kyle walked in the room.

"Yes mother."

"Bring the whip and also bring her little friend too, she can watch the fun."

I saw Kyle's face turn sour.

"Kayla has nothing to do with this I will not bring her into this mess she’s my girlfriend, and I won’t let anything happen to her. She will not witness this bullshit."

His mother snapped her head to him.

"Aww how sweet." She said sarcastically. Then she got a dangerous look on her face. "You bring her in here right now or I'll let my men have a little fun with her, and I'll make you watch everything. I don’t give a damn about what that b***h means to you. You’re my son and I expect you to do what I say."

"She won't be anything but trash once they're done with her." Kyle gulped and turned around in defeat and headed towards the door.

"I'll go get her, but she doesn’t need to get hurt." He said quietly walking away.

I looked back at the woman who called herself a mother it made me sick just to look at her. How can someone be so cruel to their own blood?

"How could you do that to your own son? You’re supposed to be there for him and cherish the first moment he brings the girl he loves around you. Instead you threaten him with her. You’re sick and I can’t believe you call yourself a mother." She looked at me with a smirk.

"That b***h is not my son. He's too weak. I should've aborted him when I found out that he wasn’t my husband's son. Don’t ever question my motherhood b***h. You’re young and stupid and wouldn’t know what it feels like to be a mother. I heard from a little birdy that you could have had my nephew’s child but that would have been a disgrace. "

"I would die before I let myself have a child by your nephew and I thought Tyler and Kyle had the same mother and father. "

"Oh no... God no Kyle's father is someone else. He and Kyle just have my features that makes them look exactly like each other except for those damned eyes of his. My husband never knew about it, but I knew when I saw his birthmark it was the same as the man I had slept with months before my husband died. I’ve resented Kyle since he was born, he reminds me of my mistake. Let’s not talk about my mistakes how about we talk about what I’m going to have done to you. "

"Kyle isn’t a mistake he's better than Tyler was. Tyler tricked me into believing he liked me then tried to kill me. You're a sick b***h if you think that's what a son is supposed to be like. That’s why he’s six feet under now."

She raised her hand and slapped me against the wall.

"He was still my son b***h. I loved him because he reminded me of my husband. Now I'll never see either one of them again. It's all your fault. You couldn’t stay in your place and let my nephew have his way with you instead you had to get Roscoe’s son involve."

"I blame you for his death. You raised him to be a sick son of a b***h that he was. I’m sure your husband wouldn't appreciate the fact that his wife was a w***e anyway. You probably killed him with your disgusting ways." She slapped me with so much force blood flew on the floor beside me and my vision started to blur. I know I was asking for it but how could you be this sick. I don’t know what came over me to make me feel like I should tell her off.

"I'll show you sick. You'll never want to open that smart mouth again when my men are done with you." She stood up and pulled out her phone.

As I floated into darkness. I saw Kyle standing at the door shocked written all over his face.

"I'm sorry." I mouthed then I was soaked into darkness. Finally, the first time I’ve had peace since I was in Jay’s arms.

This is not going to end well.

Unknown POV

I watched my hidden camera as Lola talked to Jasmine. I had heard their whole conversation. I can’t lie Jacob’s daughter had a mouth on her. I had never seen someone talk to Lola like that and I think that’s what is pissing her off the most.

I can't believe that b***h didn't tell me Kyle was my son. I mean I knew but she didn’t have to lie.

I paced back and forth in my office.

She lied to me. She told me he wasn’t mine, when she came up pregnant months after we had s*x. Her husband was so busy with work they never saw each other, and she came to me. So, it was strange to me that she claimed that the baby was his, but they never saw each other.

I knew he was mines, but what she doesn't know is I met Kyle when he turned 13 and I got him tested without anyone knowing. I told him if he needed me, he could call me, and I was a friend of his mother's. I've gotten him out of trouble plenty of times. His brother was always pinning his mess on him. I never did like that boy. He was troublesome and conniving just like his mother.

This partnership is off. She's hurting my son and lying to me.

I only helped Lola to get back at my brother. He knew I was in love with Kate, yet he married her, and they had Jasean. He never tried to apologize for taking the love of my life. I mean I know Kate didn’t feel the same way about me, but it was the principle of the situation. He’s my damn brother. I'm over it but I just wanted him to feel the pain I felt, but now with Jasmine kidnapped they'll all feel the pain I felt. I didn’t plan to kill her, but I just wanted her to be missing a few days. It would let their minds wonder and think the worse. I have to stop Lola. I can’t let her men r**e the girl.

My phone rung in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D. It was Kyle calling me.

Why would he be calling me?

I slid the answer key.

"Cortez speaking."

"Why didn't you tell me you were my real father? I don’t want to hear some bullshit excuse." I was stunned.

How could he know?

"Kyle, I don--"

"Don’t give me that bullshit. You knew. That's why you helped me so many times when Tyler kept me in trouble. I knew it was something about you your eyes are the same color as mines and no one else has my light brown eyes. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but my mother just confirmed it. Just tell me why you didn’t tell me?" His voice broke at the end of his ranting.

"I couldn't. How would I look telling your I was your father after 13 years? She kept you away from me it was by luck that I saw you in the store that day. She confirmed my thoughts of you being my son on the video of her talking to Jasmine."

The line stayed silent longer than needed and I knew he was putting things together. I didn’t mean to let that part slip. I wasn’t about to tell him I got the DNA test either. Id rather not make this situation worse.

"You're her partner. Why? You see what she thinks of you and you chose to still work with her." I sighed.

"Yes I am. She doesn’t know about the camera's I have set up though. Your mother is a conniving woman I have to watch my back. I had my own personal reasons for this situation. I didn’t plan for your friend to get hurt. Your mother is the one that wants her dead after all her people are the ones that killed Tyler."

His next question threw me off.

"Why are you trying to hurt Jasmine then? I don’t give a f**k about Tyler after seeing what he helped our cousins do to her. She and I may not be very close, but my girlfriend are best friends. I hate I was born to be a part of this sick family."

"I'm--"

"You're Jasean's uncle I can see the resemblance clear as day. You look just like his father. I'm not stupid or clueless obviously. I'm sure mom's not either. My question is why you would hurt your nephew's girlfriend that he has been in love with since they first met. My girlfriend is in danger because they're best friends and I love her so if anything happens to either one of them. You don’t have to bother calling me your son. I suggest you choose wisely Dad."

Then the line went dead.

………Jasean's POV

I miss her. It is killing me to know we're sitting here doing nothing while Jas is stuck in some place outside of town and all we can do is wait until our inside person gives us the okay.

We had to carefully plan to see that that b***h Lola has a partner and we're unsure of if that person is a danger to us.

"Jay..."

"Jay..."

"Dammit what!"

My dad furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"Watch your mouth Jay."

"I’m not trying to hear that s**t. My girlfriend is somewhere being tortured and here we are sitting doing nothing. I’ve had enough of this shit."

My mom grabbed my shoulder, but I snatched away and stormed away then something crossed my mind.

"The necklace." I hit my head. I’m so damn stupid.

Kyle's POV

Kayla and I laid in my bed inside my room.

She had fell asleep after my mom forced her to watch her torture Jasmine.

She was so scared, and I didn't know what to do.

I refuse to let anything happen to her.

I love her.

I have to put a stop to this it’s hurting her.

And I will even if I have to go against my mother and her stupid ass men.

Jasmine POV

Everything hurts. If I move a lick my body will scream in pain.

How could someone have so much hate?

She didn't stop for hours she loved watching me scream in pain as she burned me with cigarettes and hit me with a wooden bat a few times.

I think she broke my ribs because every time I breath there's nothing but pain.

I rather die than endure this pain of taking a breath.

Jay, where are you?

He told me he'd come but I’m starting to lose hope.

This is just too much.

I took a short breath and closed my eyes giving into the darkness.