Torturous [Fillie]

Snow

"We're gonna die in here." Millie cried as she continued to jerk her wrists back and forth, hoping to break free. "Created a snow storm freshman year. What the hell does that have to do with any of us?" The red head beside the sobbing girl questioned. The boys were just as confused as she was. Nobody had any idea of what is going on. "Well it's obviously gotta be some kind of metaphor. There's no way any of us can control the weather." Noah finally spoke up for the first time since he woke up. Caleb rolls his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."

Gaten sat there silently, remembering something that Finn had told him years ago. Yes he knew Finn, everyone in this room has encountered Finn. They don't know him personally, they all have only met him probably once in their lives. "Snow storm." The curly haired stoner had whispered just under his breath. Everyone could hear him though, it wasn't like he was too far away. They all direct their attention towards him. "What? Do you know what that means?" Caleb asked. Gaten lifts his head up slowly and dramatically, everyone questioning what he meant. "He said that...freshman year, when I was dealing cocaine."

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Flashback
Three Years Ago

-The young curly haired boy walked home from school, unaware that he was being followed. He went to his garage and through the door on the side before turning the lights on. They flicked before coming still. Gaten Matarazzo looked around the room where he stored his goods in satisfaction. He stored his baggies of coke in large boxes just by the big garage door and opposite of that was where he would sit all day, smoking weed and making more cocaine. Just making some easy money so he can buy all of his overpriced bullshit made by Gucci or Supreme. Something trendy.

He shut and locked the door behind him before tossing his very light backpack on the ground, it sliding a bit on the ground. He never carried stuff like pencils or paper or even textbooks, just drugs and money. You'd wonder what his parents thought about this type of thing. They supported him fully, only because he was making money and they wanted some of it. The problem there was that they forced their son to do and sell drugs because they wanted money but didn't want to get in trouble. So they make their kid a drug dealer and they take a percentage of it to do what they please.

Gaten plopped down in one of his chairs in front of his desk. He took an old maxed out credit card of his before cutting up the white powdered substance right in front of him. He separates it into lines before a hard knock came to the door. The curly haired boy let out a sigh before quickly rolling up a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and plugging one of his nostrils to snort up a line of coke. Another hard knock comes from the door and Gaten rolls his eyes. He tossed everything on the table before getting up and answering the door.

A tall, pale, lanky boy stood there with a small smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. "Hey, I'm Finn. I hear that you sell cocaine." Finn introduced himself to Gaten, sticking his gloved hand out. The boy with light brown hair scrunched up face as he shook his head in disbelief. "Damn, why you gotta come to my door knocking like you the police or some shit?" Finn's smile turned into a nervous one before he retracts his hand slowly and stuffed it in his pocket. Gaten steps aside and gestures for the taller boy to come in. He obliged and struts inside the garage, looking around at the messy and poorly lit pod.

"Wow, you take your work very seriously." Finn said out loud as the other teenage boy was locking the door and standing there with his hands in his pockets. "Of course I do, I'm a dealer. I'm doing this for money, not for sport." Gaten declared, rubbing his hand under his nose and sniffling a bit. Finn spun around before pulling a folded dollar bill out of his pocket. "What's with the gloves? Are some sort of germaphobe?" The short haired brunette boy wearing swim trunks as shorts asked.