"Dean, I'm scared." I whispered, as my hands shook violently and my breath wavered.
A gun was placed at the top of my skull, and my legs ached from kneeling.
"It's okay" he mouthed.
But it wasn't. He could pull the trigger at any moment, and then it would all be over. And I was so scared.
So, so scared.
I didn't want to die.
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I woke up the next morning snuggled in Benjis arms. Nothing else happened last night. We simply fell asleep and soft music played from my phone.
I had been telling Ryker my every move, but I couldn't tell him this. This, was crossing the line.
With the position we were in, I couldn't exactly leave without waking Benji up, so I lied there, thinking. But I was getting more paranoid by the minute.
Ryker could figure out nearly anything. He could easily find out that I had spent the night here.
I had to make up some sort of story.
I reached for my phone, clicking the on button, but it was dead. Shit.
Benji stirred beside me.
Every thought was making me shudder. I could only imagine what Dean would do it he found out...
"Good morning." I jumped at the sudden noise, and turned around to look at Benji.
"H-hi"
He will be dead soon.
"What's wrong? You look... worried."
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Okay, then come one. I want breakfast."
"Come where?"
"To a cafe silly." He rolled his eyes amusedly.
I chuckled and followed along as he got up and got dressed.
"Here," he handed me a sweater.
"Why?"
"Cause, it's cold. And you're like, really skinny." He smiled at me. I took it gratefully and pulled it over my head.
It smells like him
We left the house, walking down the street. He took hold of my hand.
This feels wrong
I pressed against him to feel his warmth. It was cold.
You're using him
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We sat in the cafe, sipping on our coffee.
The silence wasn't a nice one. I didn't like the silence. It felt eerie. Next to no one was in the cafe besides us. The quiet music played through speakers, joining the loud heat being blown through the heaters.

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Loyalty (discontinued)
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