A/n: hey guys, sorry for the little interruption but I wanted to say something sort of important to me. I know my stories and especially this one is a bit hard core and it focuses more on things that happen in real life but if you have ever gone through any of these things or anything truly mentally damaging I want you to know that you are not alone. You're strong. You're valid. And I'm so proud of you for being here today and fighting on. I love you <3 also I will always try and put trigger warnings just in case. I don't want to cause anyone pain. If you see any areas that you feel need a warning, please let me know.
Pedros house. It was pedros house. This guy could only be one of a two people than. As all of this ran through my head I realized the voice id heard in the car was Mickey. Why would Mickey do all of this?
Leos POV: We were all in the car, driving down the road I'd shown y/n in order to get to the party. "What was that?" Mrs. Allbrite pointed from the passengers seat. "What?" I looked at her quickly and stepped on the breaks. "There was something shining back there." She got out of the car quickly and Alyse and I got out as well.
My heart went to my stomach when y/n's car came into view. Upside down. We rushed to it. But y/n wasn't in the car. There was blood on the windshield. Instantly, I pulled out my phone and started calling her.
A buzz came from in the car. Her phone was left behind.
Readers POV: Mickey shoved me to the basement forcefully. When we got in he closed the door and locked it. "Sit down." He took off his mask and hood.
I sat down as I felt the tears forming in my eyes. My hands were free. I tried to discreetly grab my phone from my back pocket. It wasn't there. It must have fallen out in the car. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Why me?
(This isn't relevant but I wanted to show you this picture of Leo because I'm in love with it for absolutely no reason he's just so handsome)
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"Try to run and there will be consequences." Mickey sat down in a chair across from me. He looked awful. Worse than Leo a few months ago even.
⚠️TW: talk of drugs⚠️ Padro sat in the corner of the room huddled up into a ball. The room was disgusting. There were needles left and right. It also smelt like vomit and dust. The weirdest combination.
Mickey got up and ripped the tape off my mouth harshly. "Why are you doing this?" Tears we're streaming down my cheeks. "We lost our best friend because of you." Mickey sat back down.
"I saved his life, Mickey. Don't you understand that this shit is going to kill you?" "He was doing just fine." "The fuck he was! You didn't see what I saw. And even if you did, it would seem okay to you because this shit rewires your god damn brain." I felt my heart still pounding.
Mickey didn't say anything he just sat back and covered his face.
