Riley's Pov
I laid on my back in Jack's bed. Wide awake and not even tired at all. My hands were folded, resting on top of my stomach. My eyes stared up at the ceiling. My mind pondering life and everything that's going on.
It's weird being here with just Gilinsky. No Johnson around. Or Sam and Nate. Just me and him. I mean I don't mind it. He's a really great friend and a great person to hang around. Although I do miss everyone.
This whole thing is stupid and ridiculous.
I want it all to end.
Austin and Max need to leave me alone and move on. I'm already trying to do that. Traveling with the boys. Supporting their music. All while trying to do that for myself. It's been two years since I left.
None of this is going to end until the two of them are put into jail. And the only way those two are going to get caught, is by me. So if this is going to end... I'm going to be the one to end it.
I looked over at the clock on the nightstand beside me. It was 11:30. I sighed and looked over at Jack. He was fast asleep. Definitely not going to wake up.
Do I do it? I've got to.
I slowly got up and tiptoed over to my bag. Grabbing the clothes I had in there. A pair of skinny jeans, a tank top and my leather jacket. I grabbed them and walked out of his room. Going into the bathroom in his room. I slipped out of my clothes and put on my new ones quickly before going to put my clothes back into my bag.
Jack was still fast asleep. Hasn't even moved. I shook my head and just grabbed my phone off of the night stand. Then I grabbed some of the money I had in the front pocket of my backpack before leaving Jack's room for good.
My feet carried me through the halls of his and Jack's house soon reaching the front door. I sighed to myself, then left the house. It wasn't hot outside. But it wasn't cold. A nice night in La. As usual.
Walking down the streets this late at night might have been a bad idea. But I didn't care. My mind turned over numerous ideas on how I'd get these guys caught.
Although, only one idea really made sense to me. It stuck out the most.
I'd set up a fake drug deal with them. Meet them somewhere. Then before they could show up, call the cops. Then they take it from there. Then I'm off clean.
Hopefully it'll work.
I pulled out my phone and went to Austin's contact. Knowing he still has his phone. Waiting for him to answer just made my heart beat. And the nervousness build up.
"Why are you calling me?" He answered.
"I wanna make a deal with you." I told him getting straight to it.
"What kind of deal?"
"Drugs. For my friends freedom. If I get you more you leave them alone. And leave this whole thing just between you and me."
"You're a very persuasive deal maker Riley. What is your plan of action on this?"
"Meet me on Brockton Avenue at 12:30 sharp. Be there. I'll have the stuff for you."
"I want proof Riley. You know how it works."
"I'm on my way to get some now. I'll show you proof then when I have the drugs."
I hung up at that and just internally screamed at myself. Fuck. Where do I get drugs right now? I don't know La dealers. Where they are. Who they are.
"Hey." I heard a voice. It made me let out a tiny scream and look beside me where the voice had came from.
A guy came out of the shadows that were casted by the buildings towering over us.
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