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6. Motel

Warning for blood and gore but that'll occur in this book many other times so this is the only warning I'll put so it doesn't ruin the element of surprise. Also this is literally psychotic I should stop watching law and order and reading sadistic fanfic.

"So, Tyler?"

Josh snapped his head over to Dallon when he heard the brunette's name. "What about 'im?" He replied gruffly.

"What do you think of him?" Dallon asked as he continued driving down the lone empty street towards their destination.

"I like 'im," Josh shrugged. "I dunno. He's an easy target if we need him ta be. He's just a baby though. If he ever finds out about everything, we kill 'im. He ain't got the guts to handle any a this," he continued, simply shrugging.

"We gotta kill 'im?" Brendon fake pouted from where he sat in the back seat next to Ashley. "He's cute. Why can't we keep 'im?"

Dallon coughed loudly making Brendon laugh. "Bren—"

"'M jus' kiddin' baby," he replied.

"Y'all make me sick," Ashley gagged making Josh laugh this time.

"Says the walkin' STD."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks I ain't catchin' some nasty shit."

The four laughed once more before ending in a comfortable silence. It was currently midnight and Josh had to sneak out so Jordan wouldn't know he was gone. He didn't give a shit if his parents found out and vice versa. He just wanted to make sure his twelve year old brother wasn't going to cry himself to sleep again.

Google Maps was saying they were five minutes from their destination and Josh was starting to get anxious. Of course he had done what he was about to do before but the way he went about it was different. It was Brendon's idea and Josh thought he was an utter dumbass so he hoped this went according to plan. The rest of the group agreed and Josh was planning on everything working out. It always did but he was sure as hell fucked if it didn't.

"Why do I gotta be the one ta do it, again? Brendon's the one who was itchin' ta do somethin'."

"Cause you're gay 'nd single so it makes the most sense. Dal and I are together and Ash is straight 'nd so is this chick. Fake it 'til ya make it, yanno? 'Sides, it was my idea so you're gonna be the one ta test it out. If it fails 'm sayin' it's cause ya fucked it up."

"Uh, okay," he replied because he didn't have the energy to try and understand Brendon's crackhead logic. "Wait what the hell does me likin' dick gotta do with it?"

"Since ya ain't straight you ain't goin' get attached."

"I wouldn' get attached ta a whore even if I was straight," Josh scoffed.

"Ya keep Ashley around," Brendon replied.

Josh half expected Ashley to gasp and hit Brendon or something of the sorts but when he turned around to look to her she just shrugged. "I know 'm a slut. That's the point."

Josh laughed before turning back around. Dallon's phone let out the words 'in 800 feet, turn right' and the man slowed down to get ready to do so. "Are you gonna be okay, J? You're going in alone. You don't usually do this shit by yourself."

"I've done it alone before though, Dal," Josh reminded. "I'll be fine."

After a few more minutes Dallon pulled into the parking lot of a cheap looking and rundown motel. He handed Josh seven $20 bills and looked at him, nodding slightly. "Don't forget to get it back when you're done. We'll be around back. Text me when you need us to come in. She's in room 21."