𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘.𝟎𝟏

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by Finnieboi23

by Finnieboi23

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Finn Wolfhard, the love of my life. people like to say I changed his life, damn he says it himself...that he wouldn't know where he would be today without me. As much as I'd like that to come to me as compliment, it comes off more as a guilt trip. A guilt I will never be able to get rid of.

You are probably so confused. I'll start you off at the beginning.

When you grow up in the struggle nothing is ever meant to come easy to you. It's like you're bound to be this way for the rest of your life with no way to escape. You either go to jail or become an addict, lucky me, I checked those both off of my list. When I was 10 years old, my father died, he was the only person in my life who I didn't hate, a person I never once despised. Having someone like that leave your life so sudden changes you. I fell into drugs not two months after it happened. I only had one friend who was in the exact position I was.

Cassandra, my best friend, the only other person apart from my dad who understood my life and how I was feeling. Cassie's Mom was a druggie who loved meth more than her own daughter, she's a bitch. How could you not want to love a girl as beautiful and amazing as Cassie. I've known Cassie since I was 8 and never once has she left my side. Cassie and I were more of a Yin and Yang type of situation, she was bright and kind, very talkative. And me, I was more of a "Keep it all inside" kind of person. Her and I ran away when we were eleven, we had planned to come back after a day, only leaving for dramatic effect, but the day we had come back was no less than horrible. We came back to both of our mother's signing their rights off leaving us children of the state. Telling us to never come back. There was no way we were going to be separated in foster care, so we ran again.

This time getting found by a middle aged man, and I know what you're thinking but it wasn't like that. His name was Daniel. Daniel was apart of a gang, this gang took in young teens to sell drugs for a place to stay. How could we pass it up, we had absolutely nothing to lose. Daniel was protective and acted as a dad towards me and Cassie. He even had a son of his own, Jason.

Jason was older, about thirteen when I had first met him, and I can tell you that I was in love with him. He was so kind and generous, how could you not love him. Daniel owned a warehouse, that's where all of the people in the gang resided. He kept Cassie and I, the youngest girls upstairs with him, afraid that the boys downstairs were making us feel unsafe. At first the room we stood in was bare and quite scary, but everytime Daniel went out he would bring us something new to put in the room, blankets, stuffed toys, posters, you name it. Soon it was our own, it felt more like a home than I had ever experienced. Jason would come and play with us whenever he was allowed, I remember Cassie telling him that he was the big brother she had always wanted, but I didn't feel the same way so I looked away and didn't say anything. He made us feel safe and was the only one around our age.

Later that night he came into the room while we were sleeping and woke only me up. He had put a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet. It had been two years since I had been taken in and never once had I broken the biggest rule: Never go downstairs during the night. He led me down quietly as fear arose. All around me were men on couches or on the floor snoring or smoking. I was absolutely horrified, but the feeling of Jason's hand in mine was enough to calm me down.

We finally made it outside to the roof. Sorta cliche, but everything about Jason was cliche.

"I don't want you to be my younger sister" he looked to me sadly. "I never have" His hand placed onto mine.

"Well neither have I" I shot him a smile as I squeezed his hand a bit. "I don't see why you haven't told me this before"

"You know my father would never allow it, you know he doesn't want you involved with the gang" his tone became hostile.

"Well I want to be, I want to involve myself in everything you do" I turned to him to look into his eyes. "And you aren't in the gang" I laughed. "You're just the leaders son"

"I'm pledging tomorrow" he frowned

Pledging. To truly be apart of Daniels gang, to be protected by them you had to pledge. The pledge involves every single member to have their go at you, to beat the shit out of you. And if you don't die...you're in.

I remember thinking that was the scariest thing that would ever happen in my life, little did I know there was so much to come.

After talking almost the whole night he took me back to my room leaving me with a kiss on the cheek. A smile stood on my face till I fell asleep.

I know it seems like all sunshine and rainbows, but it wasn't. When I wasn't falling in love or being treated like a princess, I was kept occupied by white lines. Drugs were in every corner of the warehouse so I had no problem getting a supply. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner was cocaine, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I was so unhealthy, I looked dead. I might as well have been.

Back to the pledging. Pledging started as soon as the sun had set, all I remember was crying and freaking the fuck out. I couldn't go downstairs without getting in trouble which made me even more wrecked. It was eating away at me, the anxiety made me itch. It was too much to handle, I gathered myself and opened the door running down the steps. I was met with two big men standing in front of me blocking my view of what was happening. All I could hear was groans of pain.

"What the hell are you doing down here?!" Daniel pushed me, it genuinely surprised me. He had never put his hands on me before.

"What are you doing to him" I threw my body at him. Tears rushed down my face in anger.

"You know how the pledge goes! Go back upstairs before I make you!" He pulled me by my wrist to my room. It felt like he was crushing me. I took one last look downstairs to see Jason on the floor coughing up blood. "How the HELL can you do that to your own son" I sobbed holding his shirt with a tight grip.

"I cant protect him his whole life, they can." Hurt laced his voice. "I'm not going to be here for too long"

I looked up at him with confusion. "What does that mean?"