Chapter 34 a different kind of wrong

I am startled awake by someone shaking me.
"Miss, miss, are you okay?"
As I open my eyes I am met by the face of a stranger that is near about to splash water onto my face. With a somewhat pounding headache I managed to sit up straight. "What happened?"
"I think you must have passed out. I found you here laying on the floor."
"I can t remember that I fainted. There was a woman."
"You were alone when I found you."
After several minutes I finally find the strength to get up and make my way back to the table, but as I get there, Tyler is not there to be seen. Did he go looking for me? Perhaps he went to the gents. So I sit back down and slowly start to sip on a glass of water.
But several minutes pass, and Tyler does not return to the table. He should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried. There are a million things that are running through my head.
So after I am convinced that he is not coming back anytime soon, I decide to phone Brooke, "Brooke, have you heard from Tyler."
"No sweety, I thought he was with you?"
"No, I have not seen him in the past half an hour. He has not come back to the table and now his phone is off. I am getting worried."
"Okay, wait there."
It takes me only but two seconds to burst out in tears. Even though I know that something might have happened that he cannot talk to me, the thought comes to my mind that he left me. I don't know why but it does. I really wish I did not have my insecurities, but too many people have left me, and I hate for him to be another one.
It is in no time that Brooke is at the restaurant. "Have you checked the gents?"
"The waiter has checked, we cannot find him."
"Were you guys fighting?"
"No, and no matter how bad we do, he would never leave me alone here. I woke up passed out in the bathroom and when I got here, he was not at the table."
I see as Brooke s eyes grow wide, "What do you mean passed out?"
"Someone found me on the floor. I cannot remember anything that happened. I don t know why I would have fainted."
I follow Brooke as she makes her way over to the gents. Without even blinking an eye, she enters. I slowly push it open and lean my head inside, I do not see him anywhere. He must have gone outside for air. But immediately, there is something that strikes me; everything seems to be turned over and scattered. It looks like there was a scuffle.
Then Brooke slowly comes back over to where I am standing, I look at her with utmost fear in my eyes, "Brooke, something is wrong."
"Something bad happened here."
It feels that our lives, whenever we get it back together that there is going to be something that is going to let us fall apart. I know he is okay, but I cannot stop thinking that he is not. And this is the part that terrifies me the most. I know that Tyler can look after himself and that I need not have to worry, but there is something that tells me that this time it is different. This is a different kind of wrong.
…Tyler POV…
I still have no idea who these two are, but they have me for revenge; who is behind this, I still don't know. They are stupid enough to let it slip.
"So which unfortunate family member wants revenge?"
The man shakes his head and laughs at me, "Do you really think that we are going to tell you?"
"So you do want revenge? Who?"
The woman slaps the man against the head, and I nearly topple over as she says, "You idiot, he was not supposed to know."
"What is the point in killing me for revenge if you don't tell me who it is?"
"He does have a good point there," the man agrees.
"You are not supposed to fucking agree with him," the woman slaps him once again
"You two are an absolute joke," I laugh at how ridiculously stupid they are. "It's a wonder that you manage to tie me up like this. Do you have another family member lurking around?"
"Do you really think we are going to tell you," the woman asks
"Your dumb ass brother is going to slip it out anyway."
"Whom are you calling dumb ass," the man huffs as he waves his gun in my face.
"You with the dinky toy in your hand."
He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my temple again, this time hitting me on the brow. I feel it tear into my flesh deep enough to feel the blood drip down my face.
"All you are doing is soaking that toy in my blood," I mock him.
"That is the whole purpose."
"Are you going to stand here the whole day and hit me with your gun?"
"You are really starting to annoy me. They will be here any time now."
"You fucking idiot," the woman bursts out as she hits her own brother against the head with her gun.
"Told you," I chuckle to myself. "I did not think there be four of you. It is a pity that I could not bring my own date."
"You are going to wish you dead once they are done with you," the man tries to warn me.
"I already wish I am cause I can't stand looking at your dumbass anymore; maybe put that thing back over my head."
"What am I going to hit then?"
"Is that what you call that?"
"For someone tied to a chair with a gun in your face, you sure have a big mouth."?
"Cause someone like me to have nothing to lose if you decide to use those things that you call guns."
"What about that poor wife of yours? Won't she miss you?"
"I see you are more than just a pretty face."
I must remain cool; I don't want them to think that Jenna is a weak point because they will go and take her. There are still only two people that would want to see me dead, and I won't be surprised if they the ones that are going to walk through that door.
So I am patiently waiting for their mysterious partners in this stupid little kidnap game they are trying to pull off. If they did not tie me up so perfectly, I would have been loose ages ago.
"When are they going to be here?" the man asks the woman, "I am tired of babysitting this asshole."
The woman answers, "Can you stop telling this asshole everything he wants to know. Put the thing back on his head; I think I heard a car. This is about to get interesting."
They place the cover over my head and leave the room. It is pitch dark again. I can hear a scuffle and voices too faint to make out.
Then the door opens again.
I hear four sets of feet.
No one says a word.
Then the blows start to my face. It is not the first guy that is punching me but someone else. His blows come with force; every blow snaps my face in the opposite direction. I am taking a serious beating, my face hurts, and I can feel cuts open randomly on my face. My eyes are starting to swell, almost nearly shut.
Then very much to my horror, he shoots me in my leg, "Aaahhh fuck."
"I told you are going to regret it," the man laughs at me.
"You too fucking stupid to have done it yourself," I laugh in return.
Then the mystery woman that just walk in speaks. "You can be glad we are not cutting that cock of yours off."
I know the voice, but I cannot place it. I have heard it before, the pounding in my head is too loud that I cannot think straight. "Let's guess I must have ran your husband or boyfriend to jail, but I cannot seem to place when."
"Would you like to know? I don't think where you can even start guessing."
"Why don't you save us the time and show me."
The other man starts pounding on my face again. I don't think I can keep my game face anymore. I am near collapsing, but I am amazed that I have lasted so long. All that keeps me is my determination to get back to Jenna.
"What you say, we let him out of his agony," the mystery woman says.
The first mam starts lifting the thing off my head. Through swollen eyes, I can make the faces of four people out. The first two that I know by now and two others that come clearly into focus once my eyes have adjusted to the light.
"You, I fucking knew it. And you, why the fuck are you here?"