Sex dealer

thirty-five

a/n- this chapter is the beginning of the end... kinda???

"Holy shit, look at your wrists." Jake breathes, pointing to my wrists.

I turn around to face him in the back seat.

"Huh?" I mumble, glancing down at my wrists.

I gasp when I see the colour they've turned.

A hand print is obviously visible.

The dude must've gripped my hands way firmer than I thought.

As disgusting and painful as it is to look at, I've been through and seen worse.

Like myself getting raped.

I sigh and shrug, chuckling at the seating arrangement in the back to lighten the mood.

Lilly sits on the left side, behind my seat, Justin in the middle, Jake on the very right behind Blake who's driving and Camilla is sprawled on Jake, asleep.

I offered to let them sit in the boot, or the very back seats since the cars a seven seater but she shrugged me off with an "effort".

Jake laughs back, looking at Camilla who's mumbling something in her sleep.

He looks at her so lovingly, it's adorable.

I turn around, because I feel like I'm intruding a private moment and focus on the boring road ahead of us.

In the rear view mirror, the warehouse is still clearly visible, large and dark, since there's nothing but trees on both sides to get in the way of our view.

Blake reaches his hand onto my lap and slips it into mine.

I smile to myself and give his large hand a squeeze, shutting my eyes as I lean back.

It's been about two minutes of peace when I suddenly hear a loud sound, like a bomb.

I shoot forward in my seat, suddenly wide awake from being tired.

"What was that?" I ask Blake, but my voice comes out as a whisper.

"I don't know." He answers me with wide eyes.

He stops the car and takes off his seat belt, turning around to see what the fuck happened.

I turn around, behind us, to the where the warehouse is- or should I say, was and slap my hand over my mouth to stop a scream from escaping.

Jake, Lilly and Justin are staring too, blankly, in shock.

What was the warehouse just seconds ago is now a never ending pile of rubble, smoking, some of it still ablaze with an orangey red glow.

I can see dead bodies lying outside of it from the explosion, some without arms, some without a head, some in a hundred pieces.

I can feel bile rising at the back of my throats and I tear my eyes away instantly, wanting to cry.

So many innocent people just died...

Blake is opening his door to go see when another boom fills our ears and now, Camilla wakes up now, mumbling something about how Jake needs to stop farting so much.

I see the ground smoking, just a few meters away from the car.

Another blast, a few feet away.

The blasts are getting closer and we need to leave now if we want to live.

"Drive!" I scream, shaking Blake's arm.

"Drive! Right now!" I yell.

"The explosions are getting closer, and we don't wanna fucking die like the whole warehouse just did, step on it, man!" Justin yells.

Blake snaps out of his trance and he doesn't have to be told twice to drive.

He grips the steering wheel with a tight grip, his knuckles turning a freakish white.

The car zips forward, pushing me back in the leather seat.

The explosions follow us until we've been driving for about half an hour.

Someone's planted bombs in the ground, and is setting them off as we go.

Then they stop.

"Blake..." I trail off shakily.

"Yeah?" Blake asks me blankly.

"What the fuck just happened?" I breathe.

"I don't know," Blake mutters as he pulls over.

"It can't have been the government, they wouldn't have blown the damn place up. It has to be an enemy." Blake continues, thinking.

"But I don't have people that hate me enough to blow up my fucking warehouse with so many innocent people in it." Blake growls, slapping the steering wheel.

"Think, man. It could be anyone." Jake cuts in.

"I don't know," Blake sighs, running his left hand shakily through his messy hair.

"I don't fuckin know." 

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