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Octavia
"Woah dude," I raise a eyebrow at the gun in her hand before slowly moving my hand to my pocket, lifting my own gun just a bit so that she could see the handle of my own gun. She only stares at me silently as I drop my hand, leaving my gun in my pocket. "I got my own gun too, I'm not here looking for fights. I just need to talk to you." I tell her, staring back at her.
"Answer my question." She insists, pursing her lips together as she moves the gun forward so it would be in my view, staying in front of her.
"Octavia Parker, look dude, calm down. I'm not here to kill you, alright? Can you put the gun down and invite me inside? Because you're being really rude right now." I say, trying to lighten the mood a little, I chuckle nervously as she gives me another glare.
"How old are you and why are you here? Where are you from?" She asks me, still not moving from blocking the doorway.
"I'm seventeen, I'm turning eighteen in two weeks. I'm here because I need your help. And I'm from New Orleans, the US." I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest as I look at her.
"You're a little far away from home, aren't you?" She tilts her head to the side, looking down at me, her jaw set and eyes cold.
"Yeah, well, I haven't been home for almost three months man." I shrug my shoulders carelessly, raising an eyebrow as she narrows her eyes for a moment.
"Why? You ran away or some shit?Because if you did, you're crazy." She tells me, her voice suspicious.
"Nah actually, I got kidnapped and sold for sex trafficking by the woman we both hate, La Diabla." I wiggle my eyebrows at her as I say this, moving my weight to my leg.
That got a reaction out of her.
The woman in front of me inhales deeply, her eyes widen just a fraction before she curses under her breath, she moves her gun to her other hand then she's reaching to me, grabbing my elbow and yanking me inside. She shuts the door behind us and I blink before following her as she walks to the living room on our left.
"Sorry, tienes que irte. ¿Te veo otra ves?" Quiesha says in Spanish, looking at the woman from before, but she's dressed in a shirt now and not totally naked. The Latina woman looks up from flipping through a magazine, and if I read it, I can tell its own of those porn magazines. She glances at me then at Quiesha before narrowing her eyes slightly.
"¿Por que? ¿Quieres la gringa más que a mí?" The Latina woman says, standing up from the seat on the couch and dropping the magazine on the table as she walks over to us.
"No es eso, coño. Es una amiga, necesita mi ayuda. Te puedes ir, por favor, no tengo todo el día." Quiesha says, pursing her lips as she motions to the front door, becoming irritated by the second.
I only raise a eyebrow and smile in amusement as whatever this is unfolds before me.
"Pero—" The Latina woman pouts, wrapping her arms around Quiesha's neck and trying to go in for a kiss but Quiesha pushes her away before she could.
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Fanfiction"You have something in common with heros, Octavia. You always feel contrite about what has happened. Maybe when this is all over and done with, you won't feel the need to save everyone." [SEQUEL TO CAPTIVE, READ THAT BOOK FIRST BEFORE THIS ONE]
