For Your Pleasure

fifteen

"Kian...guys wake up," I hear a voice rattling around my head. I roll over in a bed taking most of the sheets with me, rubbing my face with my hands. The once dark room suddenly illuminates brightly with yellow light causing me to turn in toward the pillow. Once I finally adjust my eyes to the brightness I try sitting up and squinting to see what's going on. I see, through the haziness, Cameron, Jack and Jack, Matt, Nash, Sammy, JC and the newest member of our group, apparently, Taron. 

"Sleep well?" I make out Cameron's face more clearly and see how hurt he is I'm with Kian in bed. 

"I was," I yawn covering my mouth. 

"You can all fight over her later," Taron interrupts the tension between Cam and I. "We have an actual problem." 

"What's going on?" Kian asks getting out of bed, raising his arms above his head. 

"When did you all get here?" I ask them.  

"It's been scattered since last night," Nash says. 

I want to scream at them to never leave me again, never abandon me, never, ever, do this again. Especially when I'm scared, and I'm completely helpless without them. As much as I wish I wasn't there's, I needed someone to help me out, I've been closed off to the world my whole life. I don't know how most things in the real, normal world work. "We couldn't access any of the money, we have about one week in this room covered and that's it. No money for food or anything," Taron explains.

My eyes widen, I nearly shout accusations at them, Kian speaks first, "What the hell happened to the account?"

"What about your accounts?" I interject, "You guys are the most wealthy, successful pot dealers in the world!" I blew my cover. I notice something different about the guys as I study each of them. 

"What did you tell her?" Cameron turns to Taron. 

"Did you guys get your hair cut?" I ask, realizing Nash's long dark hair has no longer its luscious mane, Cameron's is shorter too, Sammy isn't blonde anymore, Jack's blonde highlights have been trimmed, Matt's hair is shorter as well, Kian's hair is cut short too and looks like whatever color that was in it before made it darker because he now has sandy brown hair, and it's shorter as well. JC has the most difference, his messy curls are gone and he is left with short dark hair. "So I guess I'm not the only one who had to change their look," I frown and pinch the ends of my platinum blonde hair. 

"How did you know about...our business?" Kian asks becoming fully awake now. 

I let out a deep sigh, "I'm not stupid," I tell them rolling my eyes, "I can figure things out for myself. Your party guests talked, I barely had to ask any questions, people thought that I was a new associate of yours or something. Besides, I pieced together your story of how you guys found out about Ben's industry was a lie. You sold him some of your drugs, that's how you got me, not that you don't have enough money to pay for me in cash. I remember weeks leading up to me leaving, seeing paperwork with your names on it." 

"Why didn't you call us out? Tell us you knew the truth?" JC questions me. 

I look down to my hands and fiddle with my fingers until I come up with an answer, "I don't know, I thought it somehow could help me get away from you guys. Like I'd find out some value information, turn you all in and run away, or blackmail you into letting me go," the words are upsetting to the guys and even me. I can't bare to see their faces right now after I told them my plan, my devious, malicious, hurtful plan. Now I see more reasons behind why they bought me, I feel bad for even thinking of such things. "What happened to your money?" I ask changing the subject.