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Watch- Billie Eilish, Writing Prompt

-Feyre-

The summer breeze flowed past me as I walked out of the coffee shop and towards my car. I was surprised Tamlin let me work still, especially in a place that made me so visible, or even have a car. Perhaps to give me a sense of normalcy and make me look like less of a threat. But still, he had been getting more and more stressed as time slipped by. I'd been "going out" with Tamlin for a month, and I had never felt so trapped in my life, but I suppose it's my fault to start with.

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A day that ended much like the one I had just had. Wiping tables, cleaning the mugs, waiting for the last people to leave the shop. Bone-weary after a long day, I was the last one in the shop and locked up. Grabbing my coat and gorgeous blue scarf that Rhys had bought me for Christmas, I headed for the back door into the alley. My first foot was placed on the rickety steps when I heard the voices. The alley was dark, but I could still make out four or five figures.

"Where's the money Tamlin? Hybern asked for it weeks ago, and there will be consequences if it is not returned to him today." A deep voice cut through the murky atmosphere.

"It's coming, we swear, but we need another week to pay i--" Another voice, who I assumed was Tamlin replied, but he was cut off.

"The cargo needs to be payed for now."

Cargo?

"Listen, Jurian. I don't want to be involved with this business or the drugs anymore. If I had the money, I would pay."

Was I supposed to call the police? Drugs? Surely whatever they were doing was illegal if they were meeting in this dingy alley.

I decided to try to hide in the shop. Whatever they were doing, I didn't want to get caught. But my damned foot was still resting on the rickety stairs as I turned, and the step wailed. Quicker than I could comprehend, one of the men raced up the stairs and grabbed my arm. I was too shocked to move, let alone try to fight his iron grip. The man, who I guessed must have been Jurian, dragged me down the stairs and towards the others.

"She's heard too much. We can't let her go." Jurian said grimly. He reached into his pocket, and to my horror, retrieved a gun. My adrenaline finally kicked in and I started to struggle.

"No, please... please don't." I pleaded, looking around at the others. My eyes caught on a man with long, golden hair. He looked at me in my panic, and it must have sparked some pity.

"Don't hurt her, please, she's my girlfriend." The man, Tamlin said.

Girlfriend? What sort of excuse was that? But I went with it, this man a last-ditch attempt at getting out of this situation with my life.

"I told you to stay in the shop until I came to pick you up." He pretended to chastise me, still a total stranger. "I need to get her home. I'll get the money for you as soon as I can." And with that, Tamlin took me by the wrist and pulled me away, striding down the alleyway and a red haired man following us.

"The debts are piling up, Tamlin. If you can't pay now, you won't be able to get the money to pay later!" Jurian called after us.

We turned the corner and kept walking for what felt like minutes before Tamlin said a word to me.

"What did you think you were doing, huh? Do you realise how much trouble you've gotten yourself and me into?" Tamlin raged. I was scared of the tightening grip on my wrist, but I had to stand my ground.

"Well, if you weren't doing drug deals behind my coffee shop, I wouldn't be in this mess to start with!"
"There will always be a target on your head, you understand that?" He sighed, and loosened his grip. "Look, I'm sorry for getting you in this mess, but I don't see us getting out of it until I finish my... business. I'll have to keep my eye on you, but I will make sure while you live with me, I'll make your life as comfortable as possible."