KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

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Priscilla's back was roughly met with the wall as a pale hand wrapped itself tight around her throat.

Struggling to breathe, she stared back at the brown eyes that boar into hers. The man slammed the smaller girl into the wall again, causing a sensation to shoot up her spin as he stood an inch away from her face. Feeling his breath against her cheek, he asked, "And what the fuck is you doing here?"

Finally, he roughly let go of her, walking away to the other side of the room.

The girl rubbed the skin softly, trying to ease the burning as she looked around.

Everyone separated at different sides of the kitchen.

Priscilla mouthed to Fezco, questioning what was going on but all he did was intensely stare back at her, his chest heaving up and down. The girl's eyes began to water as she tried to swallow to ease the pain. His eyes then grew softer, trying to reassure her that she'd be okay.

Another man appeared, dressed in a black tanktop and his head shaved bald.

He aggressively pushed Custer against the wall, pressing his hand against the boy's broken nose. He smiled as Custer let out a yelp.

"You come to my motherfucking house with a fucking twelve year old, three junkie whores and a motherfucker I don't even know. You must be out of your fucking mind."

Moving on from Custer, the man faced Rue, "Fuck! I'm on fucking probation."

"Shit, me too," the other guy chimed in.

The man in black went around the room, eyeing each person one by one, "We are not involved with any illegal activity. We don't associate with anybody involved in illegal activity. And Laurie over there?"

In that moment, Priscilla took the opportunity to look past the man, to the older woman. She sat, calmly, in the next room, relaxing back in a lounge chair.

"Laurie don't deserve this shit."

"Brucy," the woman waved.

The man in black, Bruce, obeyed, leaving the teenagers unsupervised. He bent down close enough for Laurie to whisper something into his ear. The flood of tears that left Priscilla's eyes couldn't stop, her anxiety peaking as she remembered her last encounter with people like this. She reflected back on that day, the day she had met Mouse. When he had practically forced her and Rue to try Fentanyl for the very first time. Priscilla's skin began to crawl as she remembered how blissful, but scary, the entire experience was. To feel so powerless and vulnerable, to give all will over to a drug.

Fezco deeply watched as Priscilla's pupils widened as she began to get lost in her thoughts, staring down at the ground in front of her. A sickening yellow color covered the kitchen tiles, as if they hadn't been cleaned in years. Each corner of the room had enough grime to make stomachs turn.

The boy began to curse himself, looking in between the two teenagers, realizing how much of a mistake it was bringing them. Fezco already knew that the relationship he had once shared with Priscilla, was on thin ice. After tonight, he would be surprised if she ever spoke to him again.

Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed how the other man, the one who had grabbed Priscilla, stared at her. He looked at her with darkness, just as if every other man did and Fezco couldn't help the clenching of his fists, wishing he could knock the smirk off of his face.

He tried to keep himself calm, asking himself what he was thinking. How could you do business with two highschoolers in the car? How could you be so stupid? He caught another glimpse of the man, but Priscilla was too out of it to notice the staring. Why the fuck would you let her leave the house wearing that?