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Chapter 23 Puff

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I couldn't bring my eyes to meet the person who had greeted Zayn. Instead, I kept them focused on the ground. Either way it was a bad idea.

There was blood. Everywhere.

Spattered in little clumps or spread in long thin lines, there was blood just about everywhere within the small room. The room itself was dim and nearly empty except for a table and some chairs. The same sour smell at the whore house drifted in and out of this room as well.

I pushed myself even closer Zayn, to which I didn't even think was possible. He inhaled slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Glad you could make it, Zayn." The same person said again.

"Jay." Zayn replied.

I let out a small breath and opened my eyes. I allowed myself to scan the room a bit more. There were about four other people surrounding this so called Jay person. Two of the four men had blood stained on their shirts. It was even on their arms and hands. None of them were looking at us except for Jay. I felt Zayn's hand adjust around my waist and instead of holding me tighter he loosened his grip.

I then looked down at the ground, instantly finding the source of the screaming. It was boy, no more than twenty curled into a ball at the two men's feet. He was withering in pain, his face pale and strained while he clutched his abdomen.

"We had to get started without you. Unfortunately, we had a bit of a resistance." Jay explained. He was sort of good looking. Hair slicked back and fresh but he still fit the part of a gang member or whatever he actually was. Zayn nodded and inspected the boy lying on the ground.

"I see that. Such a shame too." Zayn let go of me and stood in front. He wrapped his hand around mine and gave it a small squeeze.

"Really is, it really is. Would you like to continue, Zayn?"

"I think I'm good for now. I'll watch. This should be interesting." Zayn was completely still now. His lips were curved into an evil looking smile.

"Great. Let's continue. Bring him to the table." Jay flicked his hand in the direction of the table and chairs.

Zayn tugged me closer to the boy on the ground, trying to bring us towards the table. I stayed planted where I was, attempting to resist him. He let out a quick huff.

"Stop it." He growled quietly so only I could hear him. "Don't do anything you might regret."

I looked away from him and turned my attention to the two men dragging the boy across the floor. It looked weird watching them lift him. The boy looked as if he were heavy, yet the men could easily lift him as if he were a sheet of paper. They propped him up on a fold out metal chair, pushed in close to table in front. The boy's chin was pressed to his chest; head hung low. I couldn't see his face. The only thing visible were the tears mixed with blood trickling down his cheeks.

Zayn and I stood in front of the table alongside with Jay who seemed to be lost in thought. The two men were behind the boy with their arms crossed and faces completely blank like before. No one else looked phased by this situation except for me. Zayn was quiet while biting the inside of his cheek. He was zoned in on the floor.

Jay suddenly cleared his throat. All composure and calmness he had before disappeared within seconds. He slammed his fist down on the table causing Zayn and I to jump a bit. The table itself shook under impact. The boy remained still.

"What did you tell him." Jay's voice was hard and steady. "You fucking son of a bitch, you better tell me what you told him."

The boy lifted his head and stared at Jay. "I didn't tell him anything."