Caught like a fly. Ronnie Radke

Chapeter 8

I was wondering around LA aimlessly, still dressed up, not caring where I was going. My phone was constantly going off, when we arrived I had given Ryan and Jacky my number.

Walking round this place at night is not even close to being safe, let alone if you are like me and look about 14 years old and vulnerable. A man about 6ft 4" stumbled out of a bar and ran into me, slurring and trying to stay balanced.

"Hey there pretty gal *hiccup* what are you doing out so late? Does mummy know you're out here? *hiccup*" he grips on to my arm. My first reaction is to play the part he believes...

"No sir, I was playing with some friends when my mother called me home, so would you please be polite enough as to let my arm go otherwise mother will be worried."

After this he proceeded to put all his strength (which wasn't much) into pulling me into the nearest alleyway. He pushed me against the wall and tried to kiss my neck. I moved and he face planted the wall. He fell to the floor and I straddled him.

"I told you, sir, I need to get home because mother will be worried" I said whilst stroking his face. He moved trying to wiggle out from underneath me, I tensed my knees and the movement stopped. I smiled devilishly.
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I left the alley dusting off my hands and knees, smiling to myself. Remember what I said about my signature? Well let's just say I'm going to be having some visitors soon.

I walked to the nearest hotel, it was only... 5stars? Cute. I checked in and fell asleep there and then, in my dress and all of my glory.

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The next morning I ordered some clothes, took a shower and pulled my hair into a ponytail, my usual style. Walking around LA in skinny jeans and a black top, I went to visit Starbucks (A/N I'm not American so I don't know how this shizzle works) I ordered my latte and sat waiting for my name to be called.

"LEXUS?!" The cashier screamed over the intercom, I retrieved my order and left. I walked without a care, ignoring all the looks I got from people who were in shorts and tank tops, screw that shit! I was suddenly pulled into an alleyway, the events of last night played in my mind and I smiled.

I was pinned to the wall and surrounded by 8 figures. None of the faces were known to me, but they had hex tattoos. They tried to hide them with hair, hats or scarves but I knew what to look for. I wore mine proudly for all to see.

"You left a bit of a mess for us to clean up, you know. It wasn't very nice, especially since we weren't told of it." A male voice ring out, I'm going to call him Bob.

"Oh, kind sir, can you please hold why I try to find something?" I asked. They waited patiently whilst I rummaged around in my bag.

"I'm sorry, your patience was much appreciated but I'm afraid I don't have a fuck to give." I spoke with cockiness.

Bob pulled his arm back with his fist clenched ready to strike.

"Ah, ah, aaah." I wiggled my for finger in front of me, he looked confused as to why I'm not scared. I took off my sunglasses to reveal my face. My eyes, more specifically. Simultaneously, they all took a huge intake of breathe and stumbled back.

"Y-y-you're the g-girl with the t-t-t-" I got bored of Bobs stuttering.

"T-t-t" I mocked him.

"Turquoise eyes? Yes my darling, that is me. Now I suggest you take me to Carlos, before I create a real mess for these unfortunate souls to clean up." I demanded.

They all walked out of the alley and took me to an abandoned warehouse. Much like the one where me, Radke and Max got high.

A discussion was being held and with the group guiding me being newbies, they weren't allowed to interrupt or even hear the conversation.

I Walked straight in.

Everyone turned to look at me and stare. The a figure with bright red hair squealed and leapt onto me, I chuckled and held her close. Zizzy. I missed her. She let go of me and slapped me round the face, hard. I held my cheek.

"I deserve that." I whispered. When I was deported, I didn't tell hex, I just dropped off the radar and never spoke to them.

A tall figure walked towards me, stroked my arm and leaned in to kiss my head.

"Welcome back." Carlos whispered.