(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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I'm so fucking numb
Back to the wall, heart beating out my damn chest. Blood stained clothes. Blood stained hands. Tear covered face and I'm still so fucking numb
Erin might die
That's a reality that I'm not willing to accept. Not when I just got her. Not when she just started opening up. Not now. Not ever
Why couldn't I save her? I was right there and couldn't do anything
That black Mercedes was the same one that's been following me. Those bullets were meant for me and she pushed me out of the way. She saved my life to risk hers and now she's on an operating table fighting for it.
So help me God, if she dies....
I'm killing EVERYONE involved
"Coby"
Fuck this job. Fuck Pawndale. Fuck everything
"Coby"
I finally found someone who makes me so fucking happy, someone who made me feel important not because of what I do for her but because I'm just me and she's getting ripped away. No, they're gonna pay
"Jacob!"
My head snaps up to see Dylan in front of me. His face is red and splotchy. His eyes are red and his lashes are clumped together as if he's been crying.
I look around to see the gang is here. Jeremiah is holding onto Nia and Nicole. Steven and Amira are talking to my parents. Dylan holds out a sweatsuit to me
"You gotta change"
"No"
Dylan sighs and sits in front of me
"Look I get it but keeping her blood on you won't keep her with you"
"I said no"
"Coby, this isn't good for you"
"MY BABY'S ON THAT OPERATING TABLE DYING. SHE TOOK THOSE BULLETS FOR ME! Me, Dylan. It was supposed to be me. None of this is good"
I place my hand over my mouth to hold back the sob threatening to escape
