Once Upon A Benkro

Keep Her Safe

I'm gonna start putting random songs that have nothing to do with the story but have the vibes because why not

(Idk what to call yn's dad so I'ma just call him Tom or smth)

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I pushed the door open, immediately being met with the smell of alcohol and old men's cologne. Gross.

"Do you see him?" The raspy voice went off in my ear piece, scaring me a bit but I didn't flinch.

I looked around for a second before I spotted the lanky man sitting at the bar under the chandelier. "Yeah. I got this."

"Be careful."

I turned the ear piece off. It made a loud squeaking sound in my ear but I didn't mind it. I knew I wasn't supposed to turn it off but I can do this alone, I'm not some amateur.

I walked over to the bar and sat down next to the man casually. He looked at me and shifted a bit before continuing to drink whatever he had in his cup.

"What can I get you tonight?" The bartender asked, looking at me.

"Oh, uh, just a...beer, please." I didn't drink. I know what drinking does to people and I don't wanna get mixed up in that. I probably won't even going to drink this.

"Right. And I'm gonna need to see an ID."

I handed the bartender a fake ID with a different name and birth date, so that it seemed I was 22. Which I'm obviously not, but I guess you have to fake it til you make it.

He handed it back after looking it over and giving me a nod. He walked off. I turned to the man next to me.

"Rich?" I asked. He turned to me with a confused look on his face.

"How do you know my name?"

"You and my dad were friends in highschool. Remember (I forgot Damiar's dad's name so let's just use a fake one lmfao) Andrew? I'm Damiar."

He studied me for a minute before deciding I was telling the truth. Which I wasn't, but he's already drunk. I'm sure his brain isn't functioning right.

"So how old are you now, Damiar?"

"22. Do you have a wife? Kids?"

"A daughter. She's in high school. Wife died in a car accident when- nevermind. How's your father?"

Well maybe your daughter can pay off your debt then, since you can't.

We kept on making small talk for about an hour. He was getting even more drunk every minute. Soon he was barely able to walk.

"Hey, you need a ride home? I can drive. You'll get into an accident."

"Uh, no thanks. I can handle myself." He climbed down from the stool and almost fell on his face. I cought him before he could though.

"Come on. I parked out back." I threw his arm over my shoulder and helped him out of the back door, locking it behind me so no one would come out.

When we got down the few steps I threw him against the wall and he looked at me shocked.

"What's gotten into you, boy?"

"Nothing. You nee-"

"Wait a minute. Aren't you that kid who came by my house yesterday to bring my daughter her bag? What are you doing messing with my daughter, you pedophile?!"

He yelled with a scratchy voice, slurring every word. He was talking nonsense. I don't even know who his daughter is.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Before I could do anything else he lunged forward, punching me in the face, making me fall onto the concrete. I got up when he was vulnerable. Slouching against the wall, rubbing his eyes.

I grabbed him by the collar and bashed his head onto the concrete wall, knocking him out but not killing him.

A few hours had passed until he stirred. He started struggling against the chains and trying to tip over the chair he was in.

Don't screw this up.

You're dead if you do this wrong.

Remember what you can and can't say.

"What did you do with our money, Rich?" I asked as I sat up, grabbing the black hand gun from the table beside me.

I walked over to him slowly. He stared in fear and anger.

"Hello? I'm fucking talking to you." I spat, leaning down to his eye level.

"Let me go you piece of shit." he said lowly.

"Hmm...I'll think about it. No. Now tell me, what's your excuse this time? Don't think we don't know your association with Caleb."

"I-I.. Who are you?"

I scoffed, "Are you stupid? Where's our God damn money?!" I yelled as I got closer to him, holding the tip of the gun against his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and didn't say anything.

"You know, even if you have it, you're not walking out of this place. We can't have a traitor on our hands, Rich."

"No no no no, you can't kill me! I have a little girl at home! I love her, we're all each other has left!" He started to yell and try to escape his bounds.

"Oh shut up. Isn't it obvious? We don't care about you or your family. We want our money, our image, and our safety. Now, I'll give you five seconds to tell me where to get that money." I cocked the gun menacingly as I stood up. I pointed the gun at him.

"5."

"Please!"

"4."

"My daughter!"

"3."

"I'm sorry!"

"2."

"I don't have it! Let me go! My daughter! Y/n!"

"1- wait, what did you just say?"

"What are you doing, Dam?! Shoot him!"

"Y/n!"

"Do it or your next."

"Shut up, Dad. I have it under fucking control!" I whisper shouted and Rich blinked at me in confusion.

I cleared my throat, "Who's Y/n?"

Fuck, is he her dad? I can't kill her dad! I don't like her but I can't just kill her dad!

"My daughter."

I took a deep breath.

"Do it."

I squeezed my eyes shut and Y/n's dad's whimpers and heavy breathing rung through the cold room.

I can't do this.

"Keep her safe."

"Now!"

Bang.

Keep her safe.