Venom

12

"Ezra, are you awake yet?" A voice questioned.

Ezra groaned, digging her head into her pillow.

"I'd like to have my arm back."

Opening her eyes, Ezra saw that she had wrapped herself around Ryders arm. His back leaned against the headboard while her arms held onto his. Her legs had wrapped around his legs. Ezra gasped as she quickly let go.

"Why'd you let me do that?" Ezra groaned, hiding her face in a real pillow.

"You we're holding onto me all night," Ryder said. "You woke me up because you wanted to let me know I was a good pillow."

Ezra shook her head, not wanting to believe him.

"Are you still high?" Ryder asked, hoping she wouldn't be.

"No," Ezra sighed. "I don't remember much. I have no clue how I got here or what time it is."

"It's well passed noon." Ryder commented. 

"Why'd you let me sleep so long?" Ezra asked annoyed.

"I needed you to sleep off the high," He responded. "Speaking of, do you remember how you got high?"

Ezra sat still for a minute, thinking about what had happened the night before. She couldn't remember the events, only the feelings. She remembered an overwhelming happiness, but before that there was fear.

Sitting up, Ezra felt a pain in her side. Leaning against the headboard, Ezra lifted the side of her shirt. A small cut marked Ezras side.

"I think he threatened me," Ezra said, trying to put the pieces together.

Leaning over, Ryder looked at the cut. It had already scabbed over and would heal fine, but his blood began to boil.

"You swear you didn't take it on your own," Ryder said, his voice serious.

"I don't do drugs Ryder," Ezra promised. "I wouldn't take anything from JP."

Ryder quickly got of the bed, hurrying to the closet. By the time Ezra had stood from the bed Ryder was leaving the closest in a new pair of clothes.

"I'm taking care of some business," Ryder said as he hurried out of his room. "There's a list of people I need to you find in my office."

Before Ezra could reply Ryder was long gone. She waited a few moments before lifting herself out of the bed. Going across the hall, Ezra changed into her own clothes. Leaving her room, she went to Ryders office.

On his desk was her laptop and a file. Grabbing both, she made herself comfortable on the couch in his office. It wasn't long until she had gone through the few files. All of which were low life thugs hiding because they were late on their payments.

Staring at her empty computer screen, Ezra grew bored. She had nothing she wanted to do with her free time. Getting off the couch, Ezra stood next to the desk. Placing the laptop and files down, Ezra noticed an open drawer.

Curiosity took over as she moved around the desk. Sitting in Ryders chair, she looked at the usually locked drawer. It sat wide open, full of files. Slowly, Ezras hand reached out towards the files. Her fingers traced over the names, reading them.

She recognized Xander's first name on one of the files along with his last name. Pulling out the folder, Ezra placed it on the desk. Opening it, Ezra saw a mugshot of Xander in the first page. Below was information about how he was from London and his family lived in America.

Closing the file, Ezra placed it back in its exact spot. Reading more of the names, Ezra stumbled upon her own. Grabbing the file, Ezra quickly flipped it open. Her eyes widened as numerous pictures of her fell from the folder.