protecting her | ashtray

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"son of a bitch!"

"rue, shut up!"

we were currently crawling out her bedroom window, and she got her foot stuck and fell. typical rue.

"stupid fucking window," she stands up and dusts herself off. "okay, come on."

i follow her through the backyard and to a road down the hill.

we walk down the road for about ten minutes, before we reach what i assume is fezco's house.

rue knocks on the door and yells,

"yo open the door!"

she opens the door and walks right in.

"wha-rue!" i stand there in shock before following her in. they must be pretty close.

"nah bro tell her to come back later," i hear fezco say as we walk into the kitchen.

"yo! too late bitch!" rue walks into the living room and lays on the couch.

"hold on, hold on you can't be in here right now you gotta go." fezco says, standing up from the table.

"give me drugssss"

"this is dead serious. i can't help you right now you gotta go."

"look all i need, is a couple a OCs okay?" rue says, sitting up.

"i don't got shit for you right now. come back in couple hours i gotchu but my guys bout to come through and i don't want y'all here when he gets here." fezco explains, getting irritated.

"rue, we should go..." i say. fezco was clearly stressed out.

"listen to nya rue come on now."

a few seconds later fezco's phone rings, and there's a loud banging at the door.

fezco glares at rue.

"i could fucking kill you right now." he turns to me. "sit here with rue and don't fucking move."

i sit down next to rue. fuck. he said "his guys bout to come through" so, i'm guessing we're bout to be stuck in the middle of a drug deal.

a tall guy wearing a black leather jacket with tattoos everywhere walks in, leaning against the kitchen counter.

a shorter guy with a beard follows behind him, sitting on the back of the couch, making me move closer to rue.

me and rue exchange looks. holy fucking shit.

"so these your little bitches?" the tattooed guy walks around to stand in front of us.

"nah man, they like my little sisters." fezco replies, showing no emotions on his face.

"we'll hello there little sisters," he smirks disgustingly at us. god i wanna throw up in my mouth.

he holds his hand out to rue. she hesitantly takes it. he brings it to his lips. if this fucking gross nasty ass crusty dealer don't get his lips and hand of my cousin i swear to god.

now when fez said his dudes were coming over, i didn't think his dudes, meant this dude.

"my name is mouse. it's a pleasure to meet y'all." he smirks and then looks at fez, who still has a stone face.

but you know, that's what happens when you hang out with drug dealers.

they talk about some business stuff, and the guy with the beard does some math, coming up with a final amount of money.

fez tosses a bag of what i assume is money to mouse, who throws it to the bearded guy.

"sure you don't want any fentanyl?" mouse asks fez.

"nah man, i'm cool off that shit. too many ODs, ion want the heat." fez replies.

"how bout you lil sisters? ever try fentanyl?" mouse asks, coming to stand in front of us again.

i look down at my lap. this dudes fucking scary.

"no," rue replies quietly.

"nah they're good man," fez speaks up.

mouse sits next to me on the couch. i suck in a breath. fuck.

he pushes my hair out of my face.

"you gon let big brother talk for you?" he leans in and whispers in my ear. ew.

"i-i don't know," i say quietly, looking at fez.

"don't look at him look at me. you ever try it?"

i shake my head slowly.

"for real man, i don't want her fucking with that shit." fez speaks up again. god bless his soul.

"you know that feeling when you come so hard that you can't hear or feel shit? you like that feeling?" mouse ignores fez and asks me, and starts playing with my hair again.

"um...no i-i'm only fifteen-"

"i'm sure you'd like that feeling. shit, you gon love this," he gets some sort of liquid on a knife and brings it to my lips.

fuck shit shit shit i'm gonna die.

"um-uh i'm good, actually." i reply looking anywhere but at the knife in front of me.

"what you don't trust me?"

"yo for real man she's good-" ashtray cuts fez off.

 "get away from her mouse." ashtray demands, stepping into the room from the hallway, crossing his arms.

mouse chuckles, "shut the fuck up bitches, ain't nobody talking to you. tell your big brothers i'm not talking to them right now."

my brows furrow and i look at ashtray.

"come on, don't be scared, try it." mouse pressures.

"i'll try it instead!" rue calls out, standing up from the couch.

mouse smirks, standing up from the couch.

fuck, rue, oh my god.

"alright then," he chuckles, and rue takes the drug off the knife into her mouth.

her eyes quickly fall heavy, and her head falls into my lap.

"it hits quick" mouse laughs.

fuck rue, please be okay.

mouse and fez argue about something about payment, but i tune it out as i hug rue.

god please be okay rue.

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