I aimlessly wander through the empty streets for hours, hoping the boys or Emily won't find me. I doubt they'll even come looking, I know they're happy thinking I've left for good.
The night begins as the sun slowly disappears past the horizon, the only way I'm able to see is from the dim flashlight on my almost dead phone. Usually, I'd be scared to death to walk through the streets of New Orleans alone, even in broad daylight. I had no way to protect myself from anything but, at this point, I don't care if I die. I want to die. I have pushed away everyone who has ever loved me because of my fucking ego. Emily risked her life so I wouldn't be alone, Scrim nearly killed a man for me, and Ruby let me live with them as much as he didn't want me to. I hope I finally die tonight.
I find a little park a couple blocks away from the house, I decide it would be best to chill here for now. As I'm sitting on a swing, I hear a faint gunshot in the distance. Pretty typical for the area I was in. Every couple of minutes, I would hear another gunshot, but they would get closer and closer every time. I can't tell if it's just stupid kids trying to rattle the neighborhood or if it was something dangerous that I needed to run from. I hear sirens in the distance, further away from where the gunshots originally started. I hear shouting that seems to be just around the corner, I slowly make my way away from them.
"Yo, are you the stupid bitch that called the fucking cops on us?" A hooded figure shouts causing me to spin around. From what I can see, they're surrounded by about 3 others.
"No, I swear. I was just chillin' and trying to clear my head," I try to stand my ground and not seem scared, but my voice breaks every couple of words. "I truly don't care what you guys are doing. I'm just tryna enjoy the night."
They start to approach me, gaining speed with every step. At this point, my legs are paralyzed.
"Please, just leave me alone. I'm not a fucking snitch!" I yelled with as much power as I have left, but there's no way they can't see how hopeless I am.
The person, who I assume to be the leader of the group, forcibly pushes a knife up to my throat as he grins.
"Just do it. Please. You'd be doing me a favor," I never thought I'd truly mean those words, I just wanna be gone for good.
"Wait a minute. I think I know exactly who you are," He takes the knife away from my neck, but keeps a firm grip on my wrist. "You're coming with us, shawty."
I don't even think of struggling when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like I'm a little ragdoll.
We only walk a few blocks before we reach a rundown Motel 6 that I've never seen before. The guy puts me down, grabs my hand, and leads me to a door upstairs. His crew stays down in the parking lot while he knocks on the door. I'm so tired and numb that I don't bother to ask questions and so far that hasn't gotten me anywhere good before.
After minutes of waiting and knocking, we're finally greeted by a very familiar, grim face.
"Just who I've been looking for," They laugh. "I guess you forgot who has friends in New Orleans."
I fall to the ground at the flash of a bright white light blurs my vision.
A/N: I'M SO SORRY THAT I LEFT FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS AFTER A HUGE CLIFF HANGER. here's another one lmao i'm sorry bbys
Here's my "I'm sorry" present:
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