DW: Sup peeps!

I updated on both of my stories:

Death Note- Thursday

Mental State- Friday

go check them out and review on that because I just love to hear from you.

So many review on the first chapter! I liked that a lot!

PS- thank you to the manu people who said they would help me with the spanish!

Disclamer: nothing but the idea and ocs

Courtney opened her eyes just a bit and then quickly shut them because of the harsh light streaming back down on her. She moved her head so that it was no longer in the direction of the sun's rays. Her body was stiff and it hurt still a little between her legs. She had been a prisoner of Lupe's gang for more than two weeks now.

Since the first time he brought her back to the small house, she was raped repeatedly by Lupe and some of the other guys. They would always tie her arms above her head and gag her mouth so she wouldn't scream out. There were bruises and marks left all over her body. Courtney worried about her safety and her family.

Courtney had become their mother of the household. When the gang would go off and terrorize the city, she would stay behind with someone else and clean and cook. There was always someone watching over her every moment she was alone. It was mostly the big guy she had come to know as Julio.

Julio never took advantage of her. He never ran a hand up her leg or into her shirt; like some of the other guys. It was easy to talk to him because, he was gentle for a big guy.

Courtney heard Lupe stir in his sleep and then grunt a little. He had fallen asleep on top of her after he raped her last night. Lupe did this all the time and Courtney got up the nerve to scold him about it. Lupe laughed and retorted, "Crazy chica!"

She cringed when she felt Lupe's hands beginning to rub her thighs. She met his large brown eyes and he grinned at her, their cheek almost touching. "Morining chica" he said in a groggy voice. Lupe had learned her name but preferred to call her 'chica' instead. Lupe reached up and caressed her cheek, "You were really something last night, eh? The way you claw my back and pulled on my hair. You are one crazy chica".

Courtney forced a small, "All for you" she managed to choke out.

Lupe rolled off her and reached in his pants pocket for a cigarette. As he lit it, Courtney scrunched her nose up and said, "Smoking is bad for you".

Lupe smirked and blew a puff of smoke in her face. "Everything is bad for me, chica". He got up and kissed her head, "Me and the boys are going out to deal with some business. You can stay here with Carlos until we get back". Courtney got up too and grabbed her shirt from the floor to cover her chest.

"But, I always stay with Julio!" she protested.

"I know but, we need him tonight in case any bastards get the idea to come at us." Lupe went to the dresser and pulled out a nine millmeter gun and stuck it down in the belt loop of his jeans. He then rumaged through and found a white shirt to put on.

"I don't know who Carlos is?" Courtney said, still trying to change his mind.

Lupe slicked his hair back some, "Carlos is my half brother. He's only fifteen, no worries". Lupe headed for the door and pulled Courtney out as well, "Wait, I'm still in my underwear!" Courtney shrieked. Lupe huffed and took another drag on his cigarette, "Hurry up then and cover you ass!" he demanded.

Courtney rushed back in the room and grabbed a pair of shorts she had on yesterday. Lupe came up behind her and slapped her butt, Courtney gasped. "No one is to look at that butt, except for me!" Lupe told her and pulled her out by her hair. He closed the door behind him and he and Courtney walked out in the living space.

Most of the gang members were just lying around. Lupe motioned over his shoulders and yelled, "Vamos!" Everyone got up and started to corral out the door and into the two cars parked out front. Lupe turned back to Courtney and pinched her cheek, "I'll be back, chica." he let got of her cheek and ran out the door with the rest of the gang.

Courtney looked over to the boy left sitting on the couch. He looked really buff for a fifteen year old. His hair was dark in curls all over his head and covered right above his brown eyes. Courtney's eyes noticed the small pistol, in the pocket of his jeans. "Hola!" Courtney greeted him, suspecting that he didn't speak any English.

"I don't know that much spanish" he told her, his eyes hard.

Courtney let out a sigh of relief, she walked over and sat down next to him on the couch. "Good, because I don't know that much spanish either" she told him, still smiling. Carlos scooted away from her a bit, "How come?" he asked in a low voice.

"My father is white and we basically grew up in a Yankee household. My mother tried to teach us as much spanish as she could before she died". Carlos eyes expanded at the mention of her mother's death. "You mama died? How?"

"She was gunned down when watering the plants outside one day" Courtney sighed, she didn't like to talk a lot about her mother. Carlos's eyes softed up a little as he reached in his pocket and took out the small pistol. He set it gently down on the table, "I hate carrying that thing" he mumbled.

"You do seem a little young to carry a gun" Courtney scoffed in disapproval.

Carlos chuckled a little, "Sweetheart, I've been carrying since I was thirteen. I still haven't got used to the cold steel pressed agaisnt my stomach" he shivered. Courtney looked him in the eye, "You seem like such a sweet child. Why are you doing this?" she asked, in real curosity.

"My brother told me that if I moved down here with him, that I wouldn't get caught by the state and sent to juvie".

"What did you do?"

Carlos sighed, "A lot of things. Held up a gas station, stole a old lady's purse, stole a dog from a shelter. He said that if I came to Mexico that the US government would have a hard time finding me. I had to quit school and everything, not like I really went anyway".

Courtney stood and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Carlos followed behind but stayed on the counter. Courtney eyed him from the sink, "Do you mind handing me the book on that shelf?" she asked, her hands busy in soap suds. "It should read: Easy Mexican Recipies". Carlos walked akwardly over to the shelf and just stared at the shelf.

Courtney turned her head a bit to see what was taking so long. "Do you see it?"

"I don't know" Carlos answered.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

Carlos swallowed, " I can't read" he admitted.

Courtney walked over and looked for the book herself. "Here we go!" she said and showed Carlos the cover. "This reads; Easy Mexican Recipies" she told him and then flipped to the back of the book for the recipie that would involve flour. Carlos watched her in confusion as she rambled around the kitchen, collecting items.

Courtney got some of the meal started on the stove and used the flour she set out to make tortillas. She dumped a large handfull on the counter and spreaded it around to make it flat agaisnt the blue counters. Using a floury finger, she drew the letter, 'A'.

Courtney pointed to the letter, "This is A"

Carlos moved around the counter top so he could see it for himself. "A?" he repeated. Courtney nodded and made a lower case 'a' next the larger one. "A is the first letter in the alphabet. It can make the sound 'A' or 'Ah. I you would like, I can teach you how to read a little while I am here". Carlos looked liked he was contemplating something, "I don't know, Courtney. I don't want my brother to think I'm stupid or something".

"The only stupid thing you need to worry about is not knowing how to read. How did you even get as far as you did in school?"

Carlos grinned sheepishly, "I told you that I barely went. They put us in classes based on our age, so I never started out in like first grade. Put if you can teach me, I'll try and help you get out of here" He had scooted a little closer to her, he used his index finger and lifted her chin up. "Someone like you doesn't belong here".

"But, how cou-" her words were cut off by loud stereo sounds from outside.

A moment later, Lupe and the rest of the gang came loudly into the house. "Hey, chica!" Lupe called. "Daddy's home!" he crossed over into the kitchen and pulled Courtney by her waist into his body. He roughly planted a kiss on her lips and whispered in her ear, "I'm feeling pretty good tonight, chica. We are going to have some serious fun tonight".

Courtney gulped and tried to seem happy about it. One of the other gang members, Miguel leaned agaisnt the counter and smiled at Courtney. Miguel was Lupe's cousin and just like his cousin, he got his share of Courtney once in a while. "Hey, Lupe, I don't think it's fair how you get Courtney all to yourself, and were stuck with the girls in the TV. How about sharing tonight?" a glint of lust in his eyes made Courtney pray that Lupe said,'no'.

"I don't think so, primo. She's mine tonight, eh. But, if you want some of the action you can pay me for it and I'll be glad to lend my chica out". Courtney was horrifed that he would even consider whoring her. "That's disgusting!" she shouted. It was the first time in weeks she had spoken up for herself.

Lupe turned to her with a grin. "What?"

Courtney back away a little but kept her voice firm. "I said it was disgusting. I'm not some nasty whore you can find on the street. I come from a very well respected family and I will not tolerate being treated like some whore!"

Lupe looked down and chuckled to himself. He looked back up at Courtney from the corner of his eyes. Without a word he slapped her full in the face, Courtney went flying into the refridgerator. Lupe walked over to her and leaned down to grab her by her shirt. Pulling up her up to his face he growled, "But, you are my whore, chica. If I want to sell you out to my buddies then, that's exactly wants going to happen". He picked her up and set her back on her feet again.

"You belong to me" he whispered in her ear.

Courtney's cheek was buring hot, but she didn't feel any of that as she glared up at him. "I don't belong to anyone, chico!" she spat. She screamed out when Lupe struck her again. Courtney felt herself being picked up and thrown onto his back. She blindly beated and pounded her fists on his back. "Put me down!" she wailed.

Lupe carried her to his room and threw her on the bed. Courtney immediately brought her knees to her chest and tried to shrink into the corner. Lupe locked the door and took off his shirt. His hard muscles flexed and reflexed as he walked over to her. He quickly grabbed her arms and while listening to her protest, tied her to the bed.

Lupe looked around frantically for the gag. "Time for you to shut the hell up!" he growled and gaged her mouth. Hot tears poured down her face as Courtney felt him undressing her and running a dirty finger over her body.

He kissed her inner thighs while rubbing her chest with the other hands. "You make me so mad sometimes, chica" he murmered and let a hand roam down past her stomach. "You've got a big ass mouth on you". Courtney's eyes expanded as she prayed he wouldn't do anything to her. His fingers lightly teased the thread of her panties.

"Once I break you again" he whispered, hotly in her ear. "You will understand that you do belong to me" he kissed her corner of her neck and with a quick flash, tore of her panties.

The fell lightly to the floor.

But, Courtney's tears, ran harder down her face.

DW: Ugh, I have been meaning to get this chapter out!

But, I've been busy busy with nothing really. It's so hot where I am that I want to dive into a pool but, they haven't opened yet!

I am writing on Death Note so a new chapter will be coming your way in a couple of days, perhaps.

Review if you want more!

Plus, for anyone who reviews, I'll give you a virtual slice of my homemade apple pie! It's really good!

Ta-ta loves!

Peace and love,

DW