COMFORT CROWD [3] , jj maybank

15. knife under my pillow

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MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN but it's an instant headache. I take in my surroundings, realizing I don't know where the fuck I am.

The floor is cold. It feels like concrete. The walls have broken tiles and a concrete ceiling.

"Baby?" I hear JJ's voice. It's desperate and scared. A tone I do not like hearing. "JJ?" I call out and I crawl towards him. He's smiling despite the cut lip and already bruising cheek. I somehow got us into this, I need to get us out. Or at least JJ.

"Shit. Let me see you," JJ pulls me closer and holds my face in his hands. I hiss at the pain. Oh, yeah, I got punched in the face. "When did you wake up?" I ask him. "As soon as they put us in here. I've been trying to think of a way to get out. There's a guard," JJ starts to whisper, "He has knives and a gun and shit."

The guilt smacks me in the face as I trace a thumb over his cut lip, fresh blood still slightly spilling out. JJ's eyes suddenly darken. "J, what?" I ask. "Your face is bruised because of those motherfuckers. I'm gonna kill them—I'm gonna fucking kill—"

"JJ, I get it. I wanna fucking kill them too. Look what they did to your face!" I exclaim. "I'm fine," JJ shrugs it off, "They want you. We can either figure out why or just go. Listen, I have a plan. We can pretend you have a seizure and then I'll like, beg for the guard to come in. You jump him and we each get a weapon."

In theory it does sound like a good idea. "A seizure would make sense considering the fuckers clocked me twice," I roll my eyes but even that hurts. Maybe this time I should get my head checked out.

"We need to get to Bailey and Kie," I remember. "Princess, Bailey has to do her plan on her own right now. I'm worried about getting you outta here, alright? What'd I tell you..." JJ trails off, indicating for me to finish. I sigh, huffing like a kidnapped child, "To worry about myself for once. But I'm not gonna do that when you're stuck in here as well!"

JJ's mouth opens to say something but the metal door is swung open. The blonde woman who had the nerve to punch me before I even learned her name walks in, heels still clicking. JJ and I jump to our feet. I'm not scared of this bitch. "Oh, you're awake. Good. Cool. We have to talk," She says.

"We don't have to do shit," I retort. Protectively, JJ grasps my forearm. The guy that punched me walks in behind her, standing silently as he just stares us down.

"You kidnapped two teenagers. How fucking badass of you," I bitterly say. "Two teenagers who are after something much bigger than them. Just like Weston is," She says. I want to correct her using present tense. Was. Weston was working for the gold but she can't seem to accept he's dead. "Listen, we got no idea what Weston did or what he owes you but it's probably a good idea if you let us go. We got places to be," JJ says and I can tell he's holding back because he sounded all too calm.