Cold.

My eyes shot open and my jaw started to tremble. I took a few short breaths and tried to focus.

I was looking down at my lap. I tried to lift my head up, but I couldn't. I was sitting in a chair. I tried to wiggle, but something was holding me back. I was tied to a chair.

And I was soaking wet.

Someone reached back and yanked my head up by my hair. "Good morning sunshine."

My vision cleared, and I recognized my father.

"What the hell?" I slurred.

"You've been a naughty girl, Luna." He crooned.

"Huh?"

He clenched his jaw. "I want to make this as painless as possible for you. I just don't get it. I was going to give you everything!"

I started to get my wits about me again. "I'm tied to a chair because I don't want to join a gang?"

He shook his head and I felt the hand in my hair tighten. "There's a mole in my organization and I know who it is."

I saw Sal out of the corner of my eye. I guess he was the one holding my head up. "How could I be a mole for something that I am not a part of?" Is he delusional.

"I know you were in the warehouse a few months ago. I know you were spying. Tate said he thought you were intrigued by the business. You were supposed to join me, not turn against me." He ranted.

I remember going with the guys and scouting out the warehouse. Tate told him I liked what I saw? I was upset because that was the first time I saw my father. I was not 'intrigued' at all.

My father started pacing in front of me. "Little did I know; my own daughter was just gaining information to take to the police. What did you tell them Luna?"

"I did not go to the police. I did not even see anything worth bringing to the police!" I protested.

"I'm going to let you sit here and think. You are smart enough. You know I will hurt you if I must. I can make this painless if you just tell me what you told the police." He walked out of the room.

What is going on? I'm going to die because someone went to the police. It doesn't even make sense that it would be me. I know nothing! He never brought me into his operations, and we were only in the warehouse for three minutes before we had to leave.

Sal let my hair go, but I was able to hold my own head up.

"Sal, you have to let me go. He's lost his mind!" I begged.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't bother. This is all your fault. If you had gotten back together with me, we would have both have moved up in this gang. Instead, you chose him. I would not have broken your pretty little heart and you would not be in this position."

The door opened, and I froze. He's back already.

Heels clicked on the concrete floor.

"Hi, Lulu."

Marie.

On her arm was Tate. I flinched as if she had slapped me.

"Look at you. You're pathetic." She spat at me.

"What the fuck, Marie?"

She ran her nails over Tate's chest. He just stared straight ahead, unable to even look at me. "You took Jackson from me. I took your man from you. This reveal was going to be so much better. Tate and I went to prom together. We were going to rub our relationship in your face, but you weren't there. We didn't know that you were going to be taken before then." Marie did her stereotypical villain rant. "Then, you didn't wake up right away. I was hoping you were dead, but I guess there's no such luck."

I ignored her. "You were telling that that you wanted to be with me, while you were with her?" I asked Tate.

He shook his head no, but didn't say a word.

"After Jackson told me that he did not want to be with me, I started dating Sal, who introduced me to this lifestyle. Who would have thought that mundane Luna Ludwig was tangled up in such a dangerous web?" Marie continued on.

I still was only half listening. I was focused more on the fact that Tate played me even worse than I thought. What a dick.

The door opened again. My father was back.

"There's been a development." He pulled a gun out from his jacket and pointed it at me.

I rocked violently in my chair, trying to get away.

The chair fell backwards, and my head hit the ground, hard.

Sal held me still and my eyes looked at Tate. He finally met my eyes.

It was dark until he lit the match. I thought he was lighting the way, but little did I know he was leading me to my death.

My face was being held to the concrete by a boot. I felt my face getting scraped. I clenched my jaw trying to keep myself from screaming. The boot lifted up momentarily. I didn't even get a chance to sigh in relief, before the boot stomped on my neck.

I coughed up blood, still refusing to give the man the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

"See you in hell, bitch." The man lifted up a gun and aimed it at my head. The guy that really mattered to me, the one I gave up everything for, just stood by and watched with an emotionless expression on his face.

I heard a loud bang, and everything went black. 

*

I slowly regained consciousness. I was still tied to a chair and still on the floor. My cheek was pressed to the cold concrete. Laying in front a few yards in front of me was my father. He had what I assumed to be a gunshot wound to the head. His blood was pooling around him. This sight is going to haunt me for the rest of my life, but for now, I just could not fully comprehend it.

Commotion in my peripheral vision drew my attention. I shifted slightly to get a better view.

Tate and Sal were on the floor, wrestling. I couldn't tell who was winning and honestly, I did not care.

Everything hurt. When I moved, shooting pains went through my neck. I could feel the many scrapes and bruises on my body as they all burned in sync. My tongue shot out and licked my cracked, dry lips. All I tasted was blood.

Another loud bang sounded.

I jumped and moaned out in pain as my neck pain got even worse.

"Luna!" A voice shouted.

A man leaned over me.

Oh, what a beautiful face. His cheekbones sharp enough to cut something or however that phrase goes. His mouth was moving, but no sound came out.

Tate. My own personal Judas.

He touched my cheek. "Luna, please, stay awake. Don't move your head. Help is on the way."

I was tempted to fall back into unconscious bliss, but something in me told me that if I did, I won't wake back up. Even that thought was tempting. I've suffered so much loss; I have no one left.

However, I made plans. I am going to go to college and get my own apartment. I am going to get a job. There is a reason I am on this earth and I have not had a chance to figure out what exactly that thing is.

So, I stayed awake.

I was awake when the first tear fell down Tate's face. I was awake to see the lights light up the dark warehouse. I was awake when the paramedics showed up. I was awake when they moved me onto the stretcher. I was awake to see the police approach Tate. I was awake when they loaded me into the back of the ambulance.

In fact, I did not sleep for another seven hours.