Good Omens| Ineffable Parents

Inside the car

Inside the car there was a man sitting on the other side; the "leader" of this group. I don't know what he does, I only remember him talking with them a lot. He never wanted me to know what it'd be about.

I don't know what these guys are truly capable of and I can't risk underestimating them.

I'm pushed further into the car as one of the guys gets inside.

"You're a slippery, I'll give you that. You have more balls than your boyfriend." He scratches his neck where he has a recent scar and his voice is raspier than before.

Caused by me.

It's horrifying to remember, but stabbing into a man's throat is hard to forget. The noise, the blood, the feeling.

"Please, I don't know where he-" He pushes his hand over my mouth.

He wraps his other hand over my throat. "Don't interrupt me. Things won't end well for you."

I grab his hand and try to pry it off my neck. My body shook as it became hard to breathe.

"Nod if you understand."

I nod frantically.

He pulls his hands back.

"Good. Now, despite everything I'm willing to cut you a deal. I know your boy screwed you over like he did to me. And your new meal tickets seem to have money to spend. So you pay me the money that son of a bitch owes and everything will be forgotten. 800,000 pounds should cover it."

"I-I can't." I shake my head.

 "You can. I'll even make it easier for you. Leave us a way in and we'll ransack the place, that car of theirs should be worth something. The rest you can work off."

"But-"

He grabs my face, squeezing it tightly with one hand, "Don't but me you ungrateful little shit. If you don't pay me back I'll make you watch as your meal tickets pay for it with their lives."

"Don't! Please, they have nothing to do with this." 

He lets go of me quickly going back to a calm demeanor, "I just want what is owed to me. No one has to get hurt. It's all up to you." 

"I'll... I'll do it. I'll get you your money just don't hurt them please." I shake and cry like a cowardly worm.

"Good. We'll be back tomorrow, and you better have something for us. Now get the fuck out." 

I scurry out as soon as I hear the doors unlock.

I wipe my face as I try to get myself together before going back to the bookshop.

My feet feel heavy as I walk inside; I feel like throwing up.

"What's wrong?" Crowley looks at me with concern and I immediately feel like he can see straight through me.

No digas nada. The familiar words kept ringing in my head.

"I can't help you unless you talk to me." He leans down to look at me in the face.

I try to keep it together, but I'm a weak good for nothing child and break into tears.

Crowley becomes more worried when they start crying. He becomes even more shocked when he pieces together what happened through mumbles and sobs.

"It's alright, you'll be alright now." He tries to comfort them.

"I'm so sorry. I put you in danger and- I don't know what to do." They sob as they shake their head.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it."

"No, no that's not fair. You shouldn't have to-"

He rests a hand on their shoulder, "Everything will be fine, I promise."

They give Crowley a tight and tearful hug, "Please be careful."

That night they couldn't sleep, and the next day they couldn't eat. The whole day they spent looking outside through a window with anxiety. 
It wasn't until Crowley showed them the news of their arrest that they finally rested easy. This time they cried out of relief.