D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 7: Drugs and lies

''Run''

My head burns from the way Eric drags me by the hair, across the room.

He harshly pushes me down. With the corners of my eyes I see Dylan holding a fabric to his nose, while the other one slowly rises up from the floor.

I guess my hit was too weak to knock him out. I take a mental note to work on my hands the next time I go to the gym. If there is a next time.

''Who said you can leave? I'm not done with you sweetheart. Actually, I haven't even started yet'' he says, kneeling in front of me, pushing some hair out of my face.

I turn my gaze on the other side, where the girl is laying behind the table.

''You are a curious little thing, aren't you?'' he continues, following my stare.

''But you know what they say... curiosity killed the cat. Kitten in your case.'' He adds with a smirk, while my face contracts in disgust. I hate pet names like that.

''I'll tell you what. If you promise to be a good girl and follow my orders, I'll let you go to her. How does that sound?''

I look at him suspiciously, while he offers me a hand. I know better to not make angry a crazy guy like him.

I still can't believe how he tried to touch me one minute ago, then drag me by my hair and now offers me a deal? Bipolar.

With hesitation I stand up looking at him. ''Ok'' I say in a quite tone.

''What did you say? I can't hear you.'' he exclaims obviously, messing with me.

''I said ok!'' I repeat louder this time.

''Good girl.'' He answers, patting my head like a pet.

I try to avoid his touch, when the sound of a vehicle coming through the entry, interrupts us.

We all pause for a moment, but Eric quickly snaps out of it.

He nods at Dylan who is already in front of the exit, pushing a handle down. I look in surprise, when metal doors close the garage from four sides, make it impossible for someone to get out.

I immediately feel my anxiety grow.

I don't like indoor spaces with no way out. It brings up my panic attacks.

Also, the situation I'm in doesn't really help.

Oh God. Don't let it happen now.

Eric stands next to me and whispers in a serious tone.

''Alright, listen to me. You don't move, don't speak, don't even look without my permission. Make yourself invisible because these guys over there are not playing. You wanted so badly to know what's going on here, so now you' re gonna get it.''

I want to disagree and tell him, I don't give a damn about his drug dealing, or whatever the fuck they are doing.

I'm just here to take my friend. But something is holding me from going fully bananas on him.

Maybe it's the seriousness of his tone, or even the change in his posture, which suddenly straightened up.

Everything screams danger and the are enough to shut me up.

I start to feel scared.

I mean it's the one thing I wanted to avoid, coming face to face with the drug dealers. Well that and getting attack by perverts.

My hands become sweaty and I feel cold blood running throw my veins.

Damn it.

I don't have the time to think about it, when a black SUV appears. Dylan pushes me further inside the garage, as him and the other guy, stand beside Eric.