~Chapter 14~

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((What a cliffhanger I left the previous chapter on.

Yes, I definitely know that voice.

Finn!

I can't properly see him, but I know that voice from anywhere.

Guy 2: Or what?

Guy 1: You can't tell us what to do, kiddo.

Finn: Drop the knife dipshit.

Violent Guy: I don't think I will.

The cold blade touches my skin and I have to hold back a scream. If I scream, he's gonna actually kill me.

Finn: If you don't get lost right now, I will personally kill each of you with great pleasure.

The men start laughing.

Me: No.. Finn... These assholes are crazy!

The Violent Guy holds the knife more closer to my neck now.

Violent Guy: Be fucking quiet slut!

Guy 1: KILL us? That's a good one kiddo. We ain't scared of a stupid kid like yourself.

Guy 4: Now piss off, you're delaying our fun.

I can just about see Finn's face - he looks livid.

Finn: Fine, don't say I didn't warn ya.

The car door swings open and Finn steps out. I can properly see him now thanks to the light. He's a lot more taller than these assholes and he's holding something that looks suspiciously like a metal pole in his right hand.

The men look at Finn, realising he's taller than all of them and they stop laughing.

Finn: Now, I'll give you 3 seconds to clear off, before I start my fun. I'm not some 'stupid kid' you can bully. 3...

The men desperately look at their leader for guidance - however he's lost for words. He just seems to be staring open mouthed at the pole in Finn's hand. Finn takes a step closer. The knife moves away from my neck. I don't dare move.

Finn: 2...

3 of the men leg it - including the Violent Guy. I slowly stand up, my legs feeling wobbly. Finn looks at me and nods his head in the direction of his car. Not caring that my legs feel like jelly, I run towards his car and quickly climb in the front seat.

Guy 2: You stupid dick! You've taken our slut!

Finn: She is no fucking slut! You don't own her, you sickos! You really think I'm bluffing, don't you? 1...

The remaining men scram just as Finn raises the pole. Next thing I know, the car door swings open and Finn climbs in next to me, dropping the the pole at his feet. He closes his door.

Finn: Are you okay?

No words come out, I can only weakly nod. I glance at Finn, and he's not looking at me. 

Finn: One question.

Me: Y-y-yeah?

Finn: What were you doing on the streets at this time, on your own?

There's a frown on his face and for a split second I think it's cause of me. But then I look where his gaze is, and notice one of them is heading towards us. Out of all of them, why does it have to be that psycho Violent Guy? 

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