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feeling so mach pain all of a sudden , i realized the guy actually did it. i got stabbed.
i took down , holding my stomach.
"sorry , little one." the guy shrugged , both of them making their way to the door.
i didn't want to speak , so all i did was groan from the pain i was in.
no way , i didn't think he would actually do it.
i bent down , sitting on the floor with my back against the wall , grabbing the wall.
my screen wasn't working with how bloody my hands were , so i wiped them and pressed ashtrays contact.
fuck. what if those guys are still here? i don't want ashtray and fez to be in danger.
i kept one hand on my wound , the other pressing "call"
"mar. what the fuck? where are you?" he talked fast , he seemed panicked.
i groaned , it hurts when i try to talk. "my- my house."
fezco said something in the background , but i could quite make out what he said.
i looked around , having the phone on speaker.
i'm about the die in the house i grew up in , jeez.
"mariana we're coming."
i panicked , "wait! don't."
"what? why the fuck not?" i heard a door open and close , and i prayed it was his room door.
"ash.. they could still be here- i don't want you to get hurt." i looked down , getting sick at the sight of how much blood i was loosing every time i said a word.
"im on my way."
"no!"but he already hung up , meaning he was coming no matter what.
i groaned , pulling myself up and waking my way to the window. i looked out , not seeing a car.
but they could be parked down the street , jesus i hope nothing happens to them.
i grabbed my phone , putting it in my back pocket and limping to my room , looking for anything i could possibly hold on my stomach.
i heard the door fly open , making me freeze. please be ashtray.
"mar!" ashtray.
i limped out of my room , both of my hands holding my stomach.
once fezco seen me he immediately looked terrified , guilty almost. "what the fuck."
"hey guys." i chuckled , grabbing onto ashtrays shoulder as he walked to me and picked me up bridal style.
"don't talk." ashtray said , looking down at me and walking out to the car.
he sat with me in the backseat , holding me tight.
