Now you can say you know me. (a y/n and ashtray story)

trip, gun, choke.

"fuck we are actually doing this." you recall.
"don't die, okay?" ash says holding your hand as you step out the car.
"i promise, i wouldn't leave you for the world"
Ash smiles, "us against the world?"
" us agaisnt the world, always." you say before leaning back into the car to kiss him, you never know if it would be your last.
Yes, you just met ash, but no one ever spoke to you like he did, no one ever sticked with you like he did. No one ever loved you, like he did.

You walk up to the flat door, you knock and look back at ash making sure he's not staring at you, he can't retaliate again. You eyes left ashes face as soon as your arm is pulled into the flat.

*mind: stick to the plan, stick to the plan.
"oh my god, last time i saw you, you were watching your gang get killed, time flies by huh" you say sarcastically. As your speaking you gently lean onto the window, cracking it open quietly enough for him to not notice.
"get the fuck over here" the dealer commands.
"okay okay, wow have your muscles grown or am i just imagining things?" you ask.
You trip over landing at his feet, slipping the knife out his shoe, pretending your getting back up.
"get the fuck up, and get in there!" the dealer shouts. I don't think he noticed, if he did i'd probably be dead by now, phew.
As he's shoving you into an empty room, you see a gun propped up through the door opposite, you need to get into that room. You freeze.
"what the fuck is the hold up? get in there now!" he screams.
" i know your kidnapping me and it's weird to ask but do you have a bathroom, i really need to pee. Don't say no, i'm on my ladies days." you try not to laugh and keep a straight face.
"fine, go through there-"
The room you need to get to, thank god.
"-two minutes that's all you get" he replies.
"thankyou, sorry for holding up the kidnapping."
you say tiptoeing to the room dramatically.
You shut the door behind you and take the gun, where the fuck can i hide this so he doesn't find it? i can't be getting shot, especially not with a shotgun.
You feel a breath on your kneck. Fuck.
"tag your it" the dealer says.