I tried calming myself, keeping myself by the wall like I had been placed. The one that brought me in was young, maybe some where roughly around Fezco's age, a little younger. He went off towards another guy for a second while pacing around, this guy being a much older one, bold, beer belly.

   I finally looked away from the other guys, looking over to my boys. Fez and I sharing a look first. He kept his face set, silently giving me instructions, while also trying to assure me. Those instructions I'm sure to stand still and shut up. Ash looked pissed. His eyes narrowed, face stoic and hands held in front of him, hands crossed tightly in front of him.

   He only looks away when the oldest looking guy walks around, sizing everyone up. Ash giving him his usual death glare.

(N/A- Anyone also in love with the fact that Mitch is also Michael Myers? Ya know, ya know😌)

"Mitch, don't fuckin' hesitate." He says, turning back to a guy that was in a separate room behind me. I let my eyes wander to the side some, Ash staring me down still from across the room, it being so intense I'm supposed anybody could breathe at all, let alone straight, mostly everybody's, chest heaving with tension and adrenaline. I almost hesitate to look beside me, eyes falling on the guy with the fucked-up nose. I take a moment, examining the damage further and almost wanting to smile as the bandage covered almost his whole face, blood seeping through in some spots. I distract myself, turning back to look in the room slightly behind me.

   A guy sat lazily in a seat eyed me back lazily, but deadly, smoking a blunt with a leg propped up on the table. I almost nod to myself, slowly going back to resting against the wall. Looking over at Ash boredly now. My eyes, suddenly going past him. A woman sitting comfortably in the other room. I tilt my head, ever so slightly, looking beside me quickly as I hear a thud, that drew my attention from the woman.

   I look at the older guy, bashing the guy with the busted nose against the wall behind him.

"You come to my muthafuckin' house-" I felt my lips twitch up, the other one howling out in pain from the pressure the other one had put on his face. That smile leaving quickly in a pout as the older one continues talking.

"With 2 fucking 12-year-olds, two junkie whores, and a motherfucker I don't know. You out of your fuckin' mind?" And what the fuck are you sixty... Asshole.. I watch the two, the guy finally releasing the others face. He clutches his nose, cursing out at the pain. Wonder how he got the fucked up nose.. My guess would be he did something stupid.

"Fuck!" The older one walks away from him, walking past me, sneering at me as he walked past slowly, slowly moving along to Rue.

"I'm on fuckin' probation." I eye him as he speaks.

"Me too." I glare partially to the other one, the one speaking this time was the one that dragged me in earlier. Still not on good terms with him, him thinking so too, as he glares back at me heatedly.

"We are not involved with any illegal activity. We don't associate with anybody involved in illegal activity. And Laurie over there? Laurie don't deserve this shit." I looked away and back over to the woman that sat behind Ash. Almost flinching as she turns back, her eyes connecting with mine. I froze partially, surprised by how.. calm and fucking.. I don't even know. It was fucking scary how calm she fucking looked. To calm.. Literally reaching in and stealing my soul from a single empty stare from across the room. Holy.. Fucking.. Shit.

"Brucy." I blinked, looking away quickly. I looked down at the floor, finding myself more scared of her than the men. Her seeming to mentally trap me and somehow torture me without saying a single thing, not as much as an eye twitch.

   I looked back up some, watching the man named Bruce make his way for her, not daring to look at her as he got closer, instead jumping my eyes back over to Ash. He stood up straighter, eyes resting on me firmly. Not as intense as earlier but the seriousness still there.

   The exchange between Laurie and Bruce was quick, him taking off from beside her and walking out the other side of the living room area, exiting the other side by Fezco. I watch curiously, him going to turn on a fucking radio.

"Alright, check this out. All y'all let's get naked right fuckin' now." Now.. now was when I actually got scared. The panic I felt earlier, being grabbed and thrown around and threatened.. that was nothing, nothing compared to the fear that hit me the minute I heard those words.

   My gaze flew over to Ash's quickly, not daring to move. Ash stared back, as the room stayed still. We kept our eyes locked, finding comfort temporarily, until Bruce got impatient.

"Come on, man. Let's go!" Ash bit down, his jaw clenching before stepping forward some. He kept his eyes on me and started taking his sweatshirt off.

"Get naked right fuckin' now. Let's go, c'mon." Bruce instructed everyone.

"You heard what the fuck he said, c'mon!" The one from earlier yelled.

"Come on, let's go. Everybody let's go. Undress-" The older one stops, looking over at Ash.

"-Except for you. Keep your shit on, man. Nobody wants to see you naked. B.J. take his ass, her too. Put 'em in a fuckin' closet." Ash puts his sweater on as Bruce speaks, turning back to gesture to me as he demands for our removal. The one now known as B.J. rushes forward suddenly, glaring me down intently as he grabbed my arm with a death grip, dragging me along quickly to Ash, grabbing him as well before shoving us along, down the hall behind Fez.

"Yo, yo, come on now, y'all. Chill. Nobody, nobody got no fuckin' wire." I hear Fez try to reason, B.J shoving Ash along with a gun to his back, him not letting go of his grip on my arm in the slightest.

"Prove that shit. I don't know who the fuck you are! For real!" I go to turn back, hearing Bruce rage out at Fezco. Not getting a chance, as B.J pulls me forward violently.

"Eyes fuckin' forward!" I glared ahead. I stopped short, grunting as he shoved me into a wall, my face colliding into the wall with a thud. Guess someone's still pissed about earlier.

"Ay, chill the fuck out, man. A'ight?" B.J. looked at Ash, sucking his teeth before shoving him in the closet after finally getting it open. 

"Man, shut the fuck up." I whipped my head to him quickly, glaring with intent to kill.

"The fuck you lookin' at bitch. Both y'all against the fuckin' wall let's go." I straightened myself as he shoved me in the room too, him waiting impatiently for us to comply.

"Up against.. the fuckin' wall." He instructed dumbly, using his gun as a means of motivation. Ash took a step forward, getting his attention real quick.

"Look, man, I'll give you what you want just leave her the fuck outt'a it. You feel me?" Ash asked, almost boredly. B.J. watched closely, full alert for anything to trigger him, holding out a hand quickly for whatever it was Ash was talking about. Probably money, drugs, weapons I assuming it's something along those lines. Not hard to guess.

"I need to know y'all ain't fuckin' wired. Have your bitch raise her shirt, and you'll pass whatever the fuck you packin' over. Slowly." I glared at him, not liking his demands. Ash stepped forward as they did their exchange. Ash gave the guy an unimpressed look, plopping the gun down carelessly into the guy's hand. 

   The second the gun met his hand, his eyes darted to me. I turned my glare away, silently humming angerly under my breathe. I rolled my eyes, swaying my head in a half head shake, clearly not wanting to comply but I didn't want to cause too much trouble for Ash either, him already giving up his weapon.

   I lifted my sweater up, figuring to just lift up and get it over with. Not too much and not too little, not wanting to deal with ' oh you're hiding something if you're showing so little' and that bullshit. Showing just under the boobs, not wanting the creep to get a full view.

"There, satisfied?" Ash asked angerly, pulling my shirt down quickly. He stared the guy down, his hand still clenched onto the bottom of my sweatshirt, pulling me closer to him a bit as the guy started making his way out of the room.

"Stay put and shut the fuck up." He checked the gun over Ash had given him. Ash stepped forward, glaring after the guy before turning back to me, still holding onto the hem of my sweater.. His sweater. It almost looked like he was silently scolding me, shaking his head softly at me.

   The closet wasn't super small, wasn't huge either though. Ash finally let go of me, turning a bit towards the door as we heard yelling somewhere in the house.

"He didn't hurt ya out there, did he?" I rolled my eyes, smiling a bit as I started to pace a bit in place.

"No, I'm fine, Ash." I assure.

"You sure there, ma?" I rolled my head, turning around as I paced my way back towards him. Really, I might have found this a lot more nerve-wrecking if Ash wasn't here. Being trapped in a closet, after being man handled and threatened.. The fucking stare from that Laurie chick.. I mean yeah, I'm antsy as fuck, hence the pacing. Worried about Fez and Rue, angry with the way this B.J. asshole treated Ash and me. Humiliating me, by making me raise my fucking shirt. I don't mind showing skin, on my terms. Which I don't do often, only on really hot days, wearing shorts, going to the beach like when Jules and I used to visit our grandmother. Though swimming was more Jules thing, honestly, I was fucking terrified of the ocean.. Sorry getting off track.

"Yes, I'm sure. Geez, you worry too much." I hear him laughing out a scoff.

"I mean, we are at a drug deal. Told you, these some serious mothafuckas, ma." I chuckled quickly, pacing slowly back towards the door, arms crossed my chest boredly.

"Do all your drug deals involve a strip search?" I asked in fake amusement. He hums quietly, in fake thought.

"Not always.. He didn't try anything else like that did he?" I half looked at him, us being able to see each other just barely with the little crack of light shining in from the space by the hinges of the door. I dropped my arms by my side, turning around from him and made my trip back towards the door.

"You mean being aggressive? I mean, he wasn't exactly a gentleman getting me out from the car if that's what you mean." I say sarcastically, back still to him as I continued my slow pace.

"But not that shit he pulled with the shirt?" I shook my head, almost sure he'd see still since his eyes hasn't left me this whole time. He stood there cross armed, eyes watching me like a hawk as I pace back and forth slowly.

"No.. " I mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact, almost shameful. I no longer could use the excuse of not facing him to look at him, turning around and continuing my pace, this time heading back towards him.

    It was silent for a short moment. Me, forced to short stop, my chest colliding into his arm as he suddenly cut me off from my pacing. He stepped up in front of me flawlessly, leaning into me as he put his weight onto his arm that was resting on the wall behind me. His other arm down by his side.

"Good. 'Cause if he did, I'd have to kill him." He towered over me, sensing the malice coming from him.

"He's lucky I didn't fuck 'em up for bein' so rough with you in the first place." I smirked some, looking him over once.

"And why would you care who touches me?" He brings his face closer to mine, stepping closer till his body was up against mine. His face airily brushing past mine, the action more than enough to make my heart race.

"Cause no one's allowed to touch you." I breathed out quietly, looking up at him coyly. My eyes flicking to his lips for a split second before returning to his eyes.

"That's a little controlling don't you think?" I questioned studiously. He smirked this time, half shrugging as he looked up casually.

"I think of it more as protecting." I chuckle incredulously, continuing the game with Ash. I hum disbelievingly, pursing my lips as I look away from him.

"Yeah, protecting." I mock some. He got a bit closer once more suddenly.

"Yeah, protecting." He mocks heavily back, bobbing his head side to side with each word in an even more mocking fashion. I rolled my eyes playfully, resting my head back against the wall as he still towers over me.

"Protecting?" I pushed more, teasing him still since I found it fun, and we obviously had time to kill. The smirk was still there, even if a whisper of it left, as he brushed his face against mine, his bottom lip just barely grazing over mine.

"Protecting." He once whispers back, the mock there but more as if he was confirming more than keeping the banter going.

    I felt my heart thump in my throat, barely able to register as he brings his face back down in a swift motion, his lips on mine. I kiss back eagerly, pushing myself up on my toes some to deepen the kiss. My heart racing somehow even faster as he brings his arm down from resting on the wall, bringing it to the side of my face. His other hand goes for the side of my hip, using his body to push me against the wall.

   Our lips moved in sync, both of us kissing fervently. Our heads seemed to go back and forth from the force of the other, each kissing the other hungerly. Our breathing picking up as we seemed to try and get as much from the other as we possibly could before running out of air.

    I couldn't help it, and hated that I had to pull away, breathing heavily quietly as we stared at each other for a moment out of breath. Coming back to reality as we heard more yelling come from out beyond the closet, but still wrapped up to pay much mind to it.

    I stared up at him, him looking down at me as he brought his hand from my cheek down to the other side of my waist, almost leaning his hips against mine to keep himself up as I rested my upper back more against the wall behind us.

"What you thinkin' bout, ma?" My lips flattened, turning from him slightly, as if there was actually something else in the room for my eyes to concentrate on. Not really embarrassed but.. couldn't help but let my mind wander.

"You've been acting weird." I state my observation, him almost chuckling incredulously, but clearly amused.

"Oh, so you rather I not kiss you?" He asked purposely, smirking as he suddenly pushes himself off of me. I grab out quickly, him just smirking even more in satisfaction.

"No- I just.." I rushed out, cutting myself off as he stared down at me tauntingly. I paused, averting my eyes from his to his chest for a split second.

    Again, I was conflicted. The thought of me saying the wrong thing and pushing Ash away from me taunted and mocked me. But I still couldn't help but feel like there's something I don't know about, something happening that the boys are keeping from me. Even If I asked Fez, Ash would find out I asked, so I rather just ask him outright.

But I'm scared too..

"If som-" We both looked over to the door, the room lighting up as the door was swung open recklessly.

"Seven minutes in heaven is over, you little freaks. Let's go." I glared at B.J as he made his way in the closet some, gesturing me to move along first. I started making my way out of the closet, the two of them close behind almost side by side, B.J. just barely behind Ash.

"I'm curious, how'd you get the name B.J.?" I asked casually, looking down the hall. I stop, turning back for an answer, not yet to the kitchen with the others. I ignore Ash's curious looks, focusing my gaze on B.J.

"'Cause I be gettin' head so much." He says cockily, almost suggestively. I continue to look at him impassively, giving him a quick look over before returning my gaze back to meet his eyes.

"Oh.. I would'a guess it was because you were the one giving head." I retort efficiently, shrugging a shoulder carelessly. Ash snorts out quietly from beside him,

"You tell your bitch to shut her mouth before I shut it for her." He growled out at Ash, getting close to Ash's face. Ash stared him back, stepping up to B.J. despite him being smaller than him. I inwardly bit my lip, B.J. almost pushing himself off of Ash before turning forward sharply.

   I almost drew blood, my teeth almost puncturing through my lip as he shoved his way past me aggressively.

"Get fuckin' movin'." I looked at Ash real quick, head down as I go to turn around to resume walking. He stared me down with hungry eyes, me continuing forward innocently.