Menace | Dylan O'Brien

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"We have to clean it somehow." He said placing everything he could use on the table. Who the fuck does he think he is? A doctor now. I mean I guess he would know a little something if this is his lifestyle. "I have so many questions for you." I said, finally accepted what's about to happen.

"Right now is the best time to ask." He said getting ready and kneeing down to my level. "Why are all these people after you?" I said right after he said that. I'm going to ask as many questions I can to get a better understanding of everything. "It's better you don't know." He said smiling up at me. This damn smile.

Dylan always been cute to me. The way he holds himself, the way he doesn't take anyone's bullshit. It's just so hot. Let's not even talk about his body, that's another story.

We kissed once but I think it was because it was just in the moment. In the beginning of all this shit, we was being chased by this car and the car got so close till Dylan shot their tire and the car went flying from the speed. I was crying my eyes out and he was trying to comfort me and then we ended up kissing in the middle of a dark ally in a stolen car. How romantic.

My body jumped when I felt the alcohol turned my shoulder. I banged my hand on the table and ended up making my lip bleed because of how hard I bit it. "I'm sorry." Dylan's voice was low, almost like he was hurt.

"Tell me." I said trying to get my attention off the pain. Dylan let out a sigh and started talking.

"I guess you can say I'm a assassin. I get paid to kill off dicks." His finger went right into my shoulder, while his other hand presses down to make the bullet pop out a little. My whole body tensed and my head was killing me. I started to feel dizzy so I placed my hand on the table to balance myself. "They most likely getting revenge for someone I killed." He continued the conversation. He shows my the silver bullet, covered in my blood, and threw it onto the table next to me. "They work under this guy that I tried to kill that Friday we ran into each other." He covers my wound and cleans us the dry blood. "I really didn't mean to bring you into my mess. I'll find a way to keep you safe." His eyes was now locked in mine. The intense pain I was just feeling a second ago vanish.

I watched as his eyes studied my face, his eyebrows in a frown almost like a confused look. He tucked my fly aways behind my ears and gently rub my face. What are you doing?

"What's your last name?" I said moving my face to the side and looked at the stuff on the table. It was enough to help him with his cuts. I looked back at him and he looked away so I wouldn't know he was still staring at me. "Come on and sit." I said getting out of the way and making him sit down. I get on my knees in front of him and start to work on his hands. He doesn't flinch or make a sound when I applied the alcohol. "O'Brien." He finally spoke after what seemed like hours. "You do knowing all of this is making this worse."

Let's be honest right now. My life was so boring before I met him. I'm not exited about the killing people or me almost dying but my life was kind of boring. All I did was go to work and go back home. I never talked to anyone unless at work or family. Even then I barely talked to people. The one day I decided to change up my schedule, I ended up here. In a worn out cabin, got kidnapped, got shot at and now I'm taking care of someone who got me into this mess.

Maybe my life can be like a movie, he could teach me stuff and we could work together because I don't want to go back to my life.

"I don't mind." I finished bandaging him up and sent him a smile, receiving one back. Oh I want to kiss him again.

The kiss was so gentle for a guy who's life involves them killing people. He did said dicks so I'm guessing they are bad guys.

"Wait so you didn't kill this person and now they want revenge?" I asked getting up from my position because it started to look inappropriate.

"Yes and thank you." He said laughing at me from moving; understanding why I moved. I lean my back towards the counter and cross my arms which causes a sting to my whole arm. I hiss and dropped my arm down, trying to hold it up with my better arm.

My shirt had a small hole in it and dry blood which was going to leave a stain. I was wearing this white shirt which was all dirty from running earlier. My jeans also had familiar stains and small rips and let's not even get into the shoes. I had just bought these shoes the day before I was kidnapped by these dicks.

We was in the middle of nowhere! I really want to know how the hell we are going to get out of here because the day I got kidnapped, that ride was a long one. They had my face covered but from the way the ride felt, after like 3 miles of smooth riding, the rocky road came along. Once I felt the rocky road, I thought I was going to die.

*

The first day they had me locked up in this cement room. The smell was so nasty that I almost passed out. Once they took off the head bag, I saw a little light at the top of me and blood stains on the wall. My anxiety was really the only thing that would kill me before them. My heart was pounding so hard that I bet they even heard it.

They had this one guy outside my room, to watch me, like I could get out of this. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied to the chair.

They started to question me about Dylan but I barely knew anything. Asked me if I was working for him or with him. But don't think I was talking my ass off! They asked me if I was apart of his plan, and at the time I didn't know what plan they was talking about. After every question, I would ask "who's that?" which made them so mad.

One guy was so mad at me acting stupid that he went to hit me but some guy came into the room and stopped him. "We need her unharmed." His voice was so deep and raspy, it sent chills down my body.He said looking at me which made me the most uncomfortable I have ever been. His dark eyes, the scar on the side of his face, he looked like someone you would be scared to help in the grocery store. His body was larger than then the other men in the room beside the one outside. "If you lay a hand on her, I'll let Dylan kill you." He said looking away and around the room. "That's includes all of you." His voice was louder this time.

"Now sweetheart." He takes a gun from his back pocket and places it on a small desk by the front of the room, that I didn't even notice before. "We know you know him. Either it's a job assignment and you two have to work together or you been working with him all this time." He was walking slowly back and front around me. But I stayed calm because I know now that they aren't going to kill me. He said that if someone hurts me that Dylan would kill them. I mean I doubt that he would kill everyone but.. "I never saw you with him before." This time he stopped right in front of me and his eyes were burning right through my head. "Who are you?" He asks, it felt like we was the only one in the room. We was both just staring at each other.

Then his phone rang which caused him to leave me alone in the room. All the guys left along with him but the one in front of the door. I was just happy the whole time I didn't have to use the bathroom.

*

"Who's the guy with the scar on his face?" I asked Dylan as he cleaned up. I was still leaning on the counter and massaging my arm to keep blood flowing.

"You saw him?" His eyebrows were scrunched up together almost like he was mad. I nodded and looked back down towards my arm because I had touched a bruise part on my arm. "Let me guess.. that was your target?"

Dylan sighs and nods putting down the empty bottle of alcohol. "If i would've known he was in the building, I would've killed him before getting you." Before me? That hurt my feelings a little.

In all honesty, I really don't want to go back to my boring life. I bet my mother doesn't even know her only daughter is going through this. She probably thinks I'm too "busy" with work, to call her. I don't even have friends who are looking for me. It does seem a little cool but scary at the fact that I'm literally about to go into something that will threaten my life.

I decided to break the silence that had formed, "What if I don't want to get out of this?-" My eyes fall back down towards my arm. I start to play with the "bandage" before continuing. "What if I want to help you and be your partner or something?" Motioning my head to move my curls out my face.