Bad Together

• | 15 | • Birchwell Fun Fair & Circus | PT 2

Lord save me my drug is my baby
I'd be using for the rest of my life

SONG | Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

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Rosalie Jenkins

"Zion?" I frowned, hesitantly lowering the gun from his broad chest. He was standing right in front of me with his eyes wide open but not in fear. He looked more surprised to see me standing here instead of the gun that was being pointed at him.

Oh I forget that he has probably had so many guns pointed at him that he doesn't even flinch anymore. I find it scary how he doesn't even react to it at all.

"What the Fuck are you doing here?" He growls, reaching forward and grabbing me by my forearms to drag me over to him.

His violent physical action makes me trip over the bag and face plant his chest, inhaling his tobacco scent as I tried to stand up again but my legs fail me.

Now is not the time.

"I thought—" I begin but he cuts me off, his chest vibrating with each and every word that came out of his mouth.

"Rosalie I told you to leave"

I frowned, "Well actually you told me to go back to the diner—"

"Fuck what I said! You need to get out of here before he comes" He hissed, looking over his shoulder briefly before looking back down at me with a panicked glare.

Who?

"Are you involved with this?" I point towards the bags, slightly gulping as I saw him clench his jaw in anger.

What are you hiding Zion? All this money and drugs can't possibly belong to you, more like a criminal.

"I..I no" He looked away as if he heard something behind him. He hesitated. He fucking hesitated, What is he hiding?

But then I realized that there was indeed someone approaching the back of the trailer. I found myself clutching onto his suit jacket tighter, the rich black fabric bunched up in my hands as I heard the loud and heavy footsteps.

Is this who he is afraid of? If Zion is afraid of him then he must really be that ruthless. What will they do to us?

"Fuck why now?" Zion mutters under his breath, his eyes growing dark under the light as he turned around, pushing me behind him so that his tall frame blocked my vision of whoever just joined us in the truck.

Zion's back became stiff as I gently brought my hands to clutch onto the black fabric of his suit jacket.

"It's been a while Zion" The thick gruff voice that belonged to the man that was standing in front of Zion spoke up.

Where is he from? He didn't sound American.

"Maliki" Zion nodded his head, not a single muscle of his body below his head twitching. How did he have so much control?

"When are you coming home brother?" The man named maliki asks.

Brother? Why did Zion seem so scared of his own brother? I thought this was Zion's home. But then I hardly know him.