Trust Me (You/Fifth Harmony)

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They're criminals

I didn't expect that, I mean they look normal. Just as normal as any regular girl looks. There has to be a more plausible explanation. They can't be criminals.

Then again they dragged me along as the cops pulled up.

I'm sure it's a misunderstanding. I just wanted to go fucking home.

Well, it's too late for that. You're a hostage and an accessory.

"Fuck." I mumbled.

"I don't think that it's normal to talk to yourself Y/N." Ally spoke looking at me worriedly.

"I don't think it's normal to be kidnappers either." I huffed.

"We're not kidnappers." Lauren grinned. "Just think of us as, you're friends."

Friends, these nutjobs want to be my friends.

"Friends don't kidnap each other."

"We didn't kidnap you at all Y/N." Dinah said in a less domineering tone than what she was using earlier. "We we're simply saving you from a bad situation."

"A situation, you created." I rolled my eyes. I turned my head slightly looking through the back window of the Jeep. "How did you even lose the cops?"

"We have ways." Lauren smirked as she threw her arm over my shoulder. "There's things we can do for you."

"Are you part of the mob?" I huffed folding my arms across my chest.

"We are the mob." They said in unison.

"Bull-fucking shit." I scoffed.

"Nobody believes us when we say that." Camila whined.

It's true these girls couldn't be apart of any type of mob, gang even a social gathering. They look like normal teenage girls but, obviously looks can me deceiving.

"Can you just take me home?"

"Where do you think we're taking you." Normani giggled.

"Not home," I huffed. "I don't live here."

I wish for things, my family has money but I'm thousand percent sure we don't have a two story mansion.

"You do live here now." Dinah said pulling into the crescent drive way, circling the enormous sculptured water fountain.

I shook my head.

I felt someone's hand brushing against mine, entangling their fingers within mine. I slightly turned my head. "It's okay." Lauren whispered into my ear reassuringly squeezing my hand.

It's not okay.