Chapter Fifteen  


"Dammit Jalen, I said stop pushing me," Alona hissed as she stepped out of the LAX terminal into the hot California sun. "If we*ve come all this way without a fight, what makes you think we*re gonna start arguing now?"  


"Shut up, bitch," he leered, pushing her with one hand towards a dark car that Alexa knew all too well. He shoved Alona into the backseat and then deposited Alexa in the front before closing the door and walking away. He had his own ride home.  

Alona fell frighteningly silent in the backseat as Alexa tried to regain any sense of composure that she could. With Tyrell glaring at her the way he was, it wasn*t an easy thing to do. She*d been away from him for only a week or so, but suddenly it felt like years. She cursed herself quietly for coming back here without a fight. Trying to stay calm, she focused all of her energy on a picture of JC and Justin that would be etched in her mind forever. It was JC, on his knees, tears slipping down his cheeks with Justin crouching down next to him, his hand rubbing his back soothingly. Both of them were watching a large black Excursion disappear from their sight.  


Alexa was snapped from her thoughts by the sound of Tyrell*s voice. She had almost forgotten how threateningly deep it was. "Hey baby," he nearly growled. "I*ve missed you. I don*t like it when you go away."  

Her stomach turned and she bit down on her bottom lip, fighting the urge to vomit.  


"What*s wrong, don*t got nothing to say to daddy?"  

Unable to fight them off any longer, tears began to slip down Alexa*s cheeks. She didn*t sob, though. She couldn*t. But the silent tears came without stopping.  


"Stupid bitch," Tyrell ground out, the back of his hand colliding forcefully with her cheek. She whimpered as her head slammed against the car window. Then, thankfully, her prayers were answered. Everything went black.  

~*~  

"I just got off the phone with LAPD," Lonnie said as he entered the living room of JC's house. All five band members were there. And so was a very pissed off looking Dre. He had a large ice pack covering his right eye that was swollen shut. He still couldn*t believe that Jalen had taken him down with just one hit.  

"What did they say?" JC questioned, looking up at his long time bodyguard. His eyes were red and swollen, the fact that he had been crying painfully obvious.  


"They*re on it, JC. That*s all I can really say. They know all about Tyrell and they want to take him down. But there*s not a lot they can do until he actually does something. They*ve got their best officers looking for him, though. I promise you that."  

JC just shook his head and dropped it back into his hands. He was just about out of fight. After explaining to Justin what the dreams had most likely meant, he had been emotionally exhausted. And now that the entire band was in his house all wanting to help but at the same time being unable to do anything at all, he was physically drained as well. And on top of everything else, Chris was pacing back and forth across his living room and it was wearing on his last nerve.  

"We have to do something," Justin spoke up. "I can*t just sit here like this anymore."  


"But what can you do?" Lance, the ever-present voice of reason, questioned. "It*s not like you can just go to LA and track him down yourself."  


"That*s it!" JC shouted, jumping from the couch, angry with himself for not coming up with the idea on his own. "I*m going to LA."  

Lonnie shook his head. "No you*re not, JC. You*re gonna sit back down and wait while the cops do their jobs."  

A newfound gleam was in Chris* eye as he began to smile at Lance. "Lansten, you*re brilliant. We*re definitely going to LA."  

"We?" Lance asked. "Oh no*I said that you shouldn*t go to LA."  

"Come on," Justin added, standing up, his excitement obvious. "If it was your girlfriend, you*d do it."  

"J, in case you*ve forgotten, Lex isn*t your girlfriend. She isn*t anyone*s girlfriend the last I knew."  


Joey just shook his head. "You*re all crazy. There*s no way I*m going to LA to take on one of the most notorious drug dealers in the whole damn city. You might have a death wish, but I don*t."  

"I*ll go by myself," JC shot back defensively.  

"No you won*t," Lonnie said again.  

"Because I*m coming with you," Justin interrupted.  

"No you aren*t," Lonnie responded.  


"And I*m coming, too," Chris added.  

"Are you guys not hearing me? You are NOT going to LA."  

"The last time I checked, you worked for us, not the other way around," Justin reminded the older man. "We don*t need your permission to go to California."  


"Oh, you had to take it there, didn*t you? Fine, J. See if I*m there to save your ass the next time you wanna run around on Britney after a concert. You*re on your own, little man."  

"Give it up, Lon," Dre spoke up from his seat on the couch. "They*re gonna go to LA whether you like it or not. And I*m going with them. That little punk that hit me isn*t gonna get away with it."  

"Everyone in this room has lost their minds," Lance lamented.  

JC looked around his crowded living room. From Joey, to Lance, and finally to Lonnie. "Are you guys in or what?"  

"Shit," Joey mumbled, shaking his head. "I hate you. And if this gets me killed I*m gonna kick your ass. But alright, I*m in."  

"Fine," Lonnie grumbled. "Did I ever tell you boys that you*re stubborn as hell?"  


Lance sighed and stood up. "I still think you*re all crazy. But I*ll call the airport."  


~*~  

"I don*t think I ever told you how beautiful you are," a smiling Tyrell whispered into Alona*s ear. She swallowed hard, fighting off an overwhelming desire to scream. Alexa was lying unconscious on the floor of the apartment Tyrell had taken them to. It seemed that, for the moment, he planned on focusing all his attention on Alona instead.  

Alona slammed her eyes shut as Tyrell ripped her blouse open and grabbed her breast lewdly. She couldn*t fight him. She was tied to the bed. "Pretty little thing like you*I don*t know why I never got with you before."  

"Tyrell*please*" she whispered, feeling the hot tears begin to seep from the corners of her eyes.  


"Please what, babygirl?" he replied, moving his hands to the button fly of her jeans. "You begging for it now? Don*t worry, you*re bout to get exactly what you*ve always wanted."  

His breath was hot against her neck as he crawled on top of her, pushing her jeans down to her ankles and easily brushing her panties out of the way. She did her best to focus on anything. Anything other than what was happening to her. She couldn*t believe that Alexa had stayed with this man for so long. He was so horrible. So mean. So*hurtful.  

"Look at me," Tyrell demanded, grabbing a handful of Alona*s dark locks and pulling them forcefully. It took everything she had to open her eyes. She didn*t want to look at him. Didn*t want to believe that this was actually happening to her. Once her eyes were open, Tyrell entered her roughly. For the first time since she had arrived in LA, she cried out. "When I*m done with you, you*ll never interfere with my girlfriend ever again. Understand me, bitch? Do you know what I*m gonna do to you?"  


Alona was only able to shake her head and sob. She had no idea that in this situation she would be so weak. But what could she really do? She almost wished to be unconscious, wished for the sweet release that Alexa had. But it didn*t come to her. Tyrell simply slapped her for crying and continued on with his horrendous actions.  


As her only escape, Alona relaxed completely underneath Tyrell*s body. She didn*t put up a fight. She just went numb and let her mind slip away. Only one thought came to her at that traumatic moment. Chris.  

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