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The six dragged you along, all the way to Shabnam's house to kill a guy Marcus has an awful past with.
How funny considering you never called at least half of them your friends.
You were sitting or more like tied up on a couch in the basement, right beside you- Marcus, who spared you a few glances every now and then to make sure you're okay.
Your hands were tied infront of your stomach, but your mouth was free to talk- not the best idea you ever had, but you said what you thought- and got shot in your thigh.
By 'accident' as Chester called it.
Marcus' jaw clenched as he watched you in pain, shaking his head furiously, Chester took off the duct tape, and the words, insults, flowed from his tongue ever so lightly.
"Nah, nah, nah. What do we have here, Marcus? All these nasty words just because of a girl? I really refuse to believe that." Chester smacked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, playing with the gun in his hands before pointing it at you.
Marcus beside you tried to jump up but failed miserably, "Don't you dare to touch her, you sick bastard!"
Chester chuckled, "I'm not touching her, the bullet does.", he shot yet again in your thigh, but the other one.
You screamed in pain, tears falling down your cheeks as you let your head fell into Marcus' lap, curling up in pain.
He protectively put his hands up infront of your head.
Marcus looked at Chester with hate and disgust, "Just let her go! You don't need her in your sick plan!", he screamed and Fuckface boy smirked.
He wandered around a few times before making up his mind, "Sure, she's free to walk away. But can she?" he had an evil grin on his face, pointing at the two wounds on both of your thighs.
You lifted your head, "I'm not as weak as you are. I'm able to walk my ass out without help." you spit the words at him aggressively.
Chester lifted his arms in surrender taking exactly four steps back, "Alright alright, little girl. I'll let you go, but the boy stays here."
You looked at Marcus worried but he nodded.
"I trust you, y/n. You got this, i believe in you."
You cupped his cheeks, nodding before standing up and sticking your arms out. Chester looked confused at you, but cut the rope anyways.
You fleed out of the room, not once looking back.
That's when you noticed the dogs, remembering about the disgusting obsession he had.
Hoping they won't harm Marcus, you let them all out. Barking they ran through the door you just came from.
You made sure all the dogs were in the room before doing your best attempt at running up the stairs screaming for Petra and Billy to help you.
The two found you and did the best they could do there to stitch you up before Marcus came, not more bruises than he already had.
He ran up to you, sitting down infront of you, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you.
Letting his forehead fall against yours, he mumbled an apology for the bullets you had to take.
But your mind was too hazy to register all the words and even the kiss. Not being able to keep your eyes any more open you collapsed in his arms.
