𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1

Please pick up , I thought . My friends and I came to this protest together. Half way through we got separated and neither of them will answer any of my calls or texts. I just wanted to make sure she was ok, with those pigs you can't tell what's gonna happen. And of course for like the 50th time it goes to voicemail. I see the crowd start to disperse, must be curfew fuck.

"Where the hell are you? Curfew is setting in and the pigs are shooting when you get this call me the fuck back" I walked into one of the allies hoping I could at least take a deep breath and figure out a plan of action. I'm looking at the quickest route home when I hear it. The sound of thick, heavy metal boots and the smell of privilege fills the air. "Excuse me lady don't you know curfew is in place?" I turn around to see three cops one of them is pointing a gun at me, the other two just seem to be there for support.
I smile "I'm not stupid pig, i know its curfew" he tensed up "so shouldn't you be runnin' along then? Rioting isn't meant for pretty girls like you" I flipped him off "its not rioting its protesting and suck my fat dick". He comes running at me and pins me into the cold brick wall. I hear the other cops laughing "ya know its a shame girls like you go to waste with your nasty mouths" he grabbed my hair tight , slamming my head into the wall . I hear more footsteps , oh god more cops? I focus my vision on a tall dark figure standing at the end of the ally. Suddenly there's a sharp pain in my side. Bastard fucking kneed me.

The pain starts to become unbearable as the cop begins to do it repeatedly. I feel the pressure of the cop go away as my body falls to the ground. I hold my side in pain, I look up and two tall figures are standing over me.one of them picks me up bridal style I squirm trying to get out of his hold. He shushes me whispering in my ear "you'll be ok don't stress yourself i'm taking you somewhere safe".  His voice was like butter compared to the cop.Feeling a wave of calm wash over me I started to drift off.

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I sit up drenched in sweat , I feel dehydrated. I look around this is not my room. The rooms overall vibe was very grunge and surprisingly clean. Leaving the bed I walk over to the door , I hesitate. What if their mass murders on the outside of this door? Or what if they kidnapped you to hold you hostage? I try to ignore my anxiety. turning the door handle slowly. pulling open the door I met with  a man wearing a motorcycle helmet. My jaw drops "oh i'm sorry i just came to check up on you" this can't be real, he can't be standing right here in front of me "are you ok babydoll?". I snap out of it "yea I'm just really thirsty and my head is killing me"  "just come down to the kitchen and ill get you some aspirin" this dude has to be like 6'9 he's practically towering over me not helping my already small frame.

I sit at the small table in the kitchen watching him. I really can't believe I'm sitting in the same room with  Tank and he's taking care of me. It's kinda weird when you think about it this dude the internet has been thirsting over is right next to me . He turns back to me with a glass of water,a bag of goldfish,and some aspirin "uh thanks-" "its Tank''. Had to pretend i didn't know his name would've been weird if i just randomly starting calling him that.He leaned against the doorway I could tell he had the cockiest smile under that helmet. I finished my goldfish and took the aspirin, went to put the cup in the sink. My hand is stopped by Tank ,damn his hands are huge. He turns to me "finish the water" I chuckle "why?" his posture stiffens " because your visibly dehydrated and you'll probably need more than just water"he brushes past me over to the fridge,I stand there once again shocked at this man. I roll my eyes "OK dad" I scoff drinking the rest of the water " that's daddy to you".