Caught In The Act (LiL PEEP & BEXEY)

Chapter 18

We blew the rest of Wicca's money on shit we didn't need, food we didn't want, and clothes we'd never wear. This night was all about making memories and doing things without regrets. $300 went quick. 

We stumbled into the house late at night...again (as always) and fell face first onto the couch. "I'm tired." I whined. Gustav sprawled on top of me, pushing my nose deeper into the sofa. "Carry me." I demanded.

"You carry me and then I'll carry you."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Exactly."

"You tried so hard to find a loophole and it failed." Wicca appeared in the shadows deep in the hall.

"You guys are home already?" He asked, rubbing his tired eyes. Bexey and Rayn came into the light to join us in the living room.

"Yeah. It's late." Peep explained.

"That didn't stop Clea and I." Bexey winked my way and I groaned.

"When are you gonna move out?" He came over and sat on Gus, which only buried me farther into the couch. I felt my rib cage cave on my lungs.

"Never. I will always be with you, baby"

"Don't start this again." Suddenly the front door was kicked open, almost off its hinges. The knob hit the wall hard and left a slight dent.

"What the fuck!" Wicca yelled. Everyone who lives here is...right here. My blood chilled. Everyone got to their feet as if we were going to do something but we were stunned. Our eyes were wide and mouths slightly ajar. What the hell is going on?

"Get on the ground!" A masked man shouted at us as he and a mob of people invaded our home uninvited.

"Bitch, this is my house! I do what I want." Little Bexey squared up and started toward the man. A shot rang out and Bex was on the floor crying in 0.2 seconds. 

"All of you, get on the floor!" A female voice pitched. Us four hunkered to the rug but kept our eyes on the intruders. They have weapons. My breath was rapid. I'd never been in a situation like this. The guys will protect me, right? My body quaked. How do we go about this? Rayn's hand wrapped around mine. I looked over at him. It's okay he mouthed. I managed a smile. It's going to be okay.

The people in masks skimmed the perimeter of the inside of our dwelling and made their ways down the hall. They broke into our rooms and I could hear shuffling and breaking. Everything went silent though when the mob entered Gus and my's room. "Who's Clea?" Shouted a new voice that was somehow familiar. The five of us didn't speak. "Judging by this picture that I found, I'd say it's the only girl here." My head whipped around to Gustav. My eyes pleaded with him. What are these people going to do to me? Gus's face was worn with fear and his brow scrunched. Stomping stormed down the hall until I viewed the person who had called for me. "Get up, you bitch. You're coming with me to the bedroom." He leaned down and took hold, very harshly, of my bicep and dragged me less than five inches before Rayn plowed into the man's side. Gustav jumped up and swung but one of the henchmen clipped him in the chin, knocking him back. I felt hands tugging on my shirt and I almost cracked the short man in the face with my elbow before realizing it was Bexey.

"Run, Clea!" He urged and pushed me toward the door. I made it halfway there before the two of us were cut off from our only logical exit. The masked female reached out and practically ripped out a wad of my hair. I shrieked as she dragged me toward my own room. Bexey tried to fight but the person who took out Peep came for him too.

I was thrown onto the bed and the door was locked behind me. With expressions of horror, I hugged a pillow and inhaled Gussie's scent. If this is the end...

"Do you know who we are, Clea?" A nasal-y voice asked, sounding as if she was pinching her thumb and index finger to her nostrils.

"No." I croaked, so very afraid. I trembled on top of the white sheets. What are they going to do to me on these sheets? I found comfort in the pillow's smell once more. I could hear him screaming in agony outside of the door. What are they doing to them...to my Gussie? I shuttered and flinched with every movement in the room. Tears began to stream from my eyes. I'm alone and vulnerable now. I buried my face in the crooks of my elbows. 

"Let's switch this up a bit!" Wicca busted through the door, I heard the doorknob crack. My neck snapped up. Wicca had a gun and it was trained on one of the attacker's foreheads. She turned her head nervously to look at her leader. "Clea, get up. Get outta here." He didn't look at me, he just kept the barrel barely grazing the female's mask. I couldn't move. I was frozen. "Remove your masks." He demanded, his vocal cords straining. He shook the gun in the direction of others. They stood their grounds, trying to close in on him. 

Wicca pulled the trigger.

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