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[cowardlycowboys]

have something to say but I fear of it actually getting attention and being accused of being tasteless and dick riding

[thesummerisacurse]

Monday and the Bad Case Of Demonic Possessions: Part 3

3. KitKat- Hellhound On the Loose (Not the First Time)

Summary:  A favourite Hellhound goes missing and Monday calls in some favours.

Warnings: Swearing

After my show had ended and I felt like it, I decided that it was time to actually start looking for my favourite Hellhound, KitKat. KitKat was different, to say the least, he was my favourite and Luci’s too and he had a tendency to escape Hell and his kennel with all the other little Hellhound puppies. This wasn’t the first time that KitKat escaped, he’s already escaped four times this year and countless other times in the time he’s been around.

Like always, I start by trying to track down rouge crossroad deals to see if KitKat wanted to drag some people down to Hell. That’s what it was last time but so far it was looking like something else. Maybe he got bored of Hell. I did and that’s why I spend all my time up here, fixing up demon’s mess but the views sure do beat Hell by a long shot. I couldn’t find any links between rogue crossroads deals and the places that KitKat had been. See KitKat had a thing for leaving things (dead people) in his path and so far my contacts had nothing which meant I might have to call in a favour.

I hated calling in my favour. I had millions to call in but I always save them for dire situations, for example, the apocalypse or if I die, or if I get kicked out of this job, not finding lost Hellhounds but it’s time to use one.

One of the favours I have been keeping for a very long time is from a crossroads demon called Nyla. I saved her ass from a lifetime of torture due to a small misunderstanding between her and a prince of Hell called Azazel. He wanted her to pay for her mistake but I said that I would torture her for the rest of her days and well conveniently ‘died’ a few days later and she owes me one now.

I did not want to do this in the slightest but I needed to find this stupid dog or my head was going to be served on a silver platter and feed to Luci. I don’t want that to happen just yet.

I was going to do this the old fashioned way. I wasn’t going to call Nyla and say ‘What up? I’m here to call in my favour from a few centuries ago’. No, I was going to be a bit dramatic. I was going to go to the crossroads and try to sell my non-existent soul to Nyla. Yep, I’m way too dramatic these days. Stupid T.V shows.

I showed up at the first crossroads I could find. It was quite easy actually. I knew where every crossroad was. It was quite simple how to sell your soul for a wish, all you need is a small box with a picture of you in it, graveyard dirt and a bone from a black cat, place it all in then bury it at the centre of the crossroad then wait for a demon to show. I did all that then wrote a little note in Enochian, language mainly used by angels (stupid winged sons of bitches (Demons know Enochian but we don’t use it too much but I do because I like to piss of angels. Raziel can suck my dick) saying that I want Nyla to do the deal. Now comes the waiting.

Normally, it takes longer than five seconds for a crossroads demon to get out of Hell and to the crossroads but Nyla was here now. She was a basic crossroads bitch. Made to look hot so guys would sell their soul.

“You know that there are easier ways to contact me then via a deal, Monday,” Nyla commented in a wonderful accent.

“Yeah I know but I’m dramatic and you know that Nyla,” I said.

All the crossroads demons like me. Most of them I saved from being tortured for the rest of their lives. They all love me now and if Hell needs a Queen, it would be me. I know a few demons who wouldn’t like that but I don’t care.

Nyla and I talked about using my favour to help get a lock on where this stupid Hellhound might be and what he’s doing. Why can’t he just wander back to Hell himself? She agreed to help me find this stupid little shit and off we went on this adventure.

I should mention that this adventure was not done in the normal ways, like car or train or plane, it was done as the smoke clouds that we really are. It was easier that way, we could fly and it made looking for a Hellhound five times easier.

It took a while but we found KitKat’s vague location. This stupid puppy was nowhere near where I was and I didn’t have a body right now. Once Nyla and I were back inside the bodies, we went our separate ways, her back to Hell and me to the wonderful city of San Diego. All I have to do was snap my fingers and I was there.

I once again got into the best hotel and took the best room. I got into some FBI databases thanks to an inside agent that I placed there myself (think of it as a sort of witness protection). These FBI agents had been looking into a bunch of dog attacks in the city. The victims barely made it out alive and had told the agents that they were attacked by something invisible. I knew that I had to go and talk to them. Now it’s time to play dress-up again.

Once I had become an FBI agent, I went and talked to the real FBI about these attacks. I talked to the best-looking agent, agent smith, about these attacks and he gave me all the information that I needed to prove that it was that Hellhound piece of shit, KitKat, then I disappeared.

I got out of dress-up gear and turned on the T.V to watch some stupid show about cops and all that crap. It wasn’t horrible but I used it more like background noise, so I could start writing up Jess’ report and send it to Luci. I completely ignored writing Jared’s because it was very work in progress.

Once the reports were done, I went to bed. Well, demons don’t need sleep but I like it. One time, I slept for five weeks and people thought I was dead. It was fun. I like to sleep because time seems passes faster and it reminds me of Hell. One month in Hell time is equivalent to 10 human months.

It was about three in the morning when I woke up. It was easier to search for my Hellhound. Don’t ask why with the time but it was easier to do things at night or early morning sometimes.

I found the best looking car and took it. It was easy to find KitKat once I got a trace of him. It only took a short period of time before I found him. He was in some backyard. I stole a laptop from the house and looked up the residents. They were the Miltons. Nice, quiet family with two kids, one boy, and one girl, and they had a dog called Kat. That’s where KitKat was. I got out of the car and went to retrieve my dog.

It was quite easy to find KitKat. Well to everyone else, he’s invisible but I’m a demon so I can see him. He was asleep with a tiny little poof of a dog tucked up with him. I walked over to KitKat and he woke up and bounced over to me. Stupid mut, I love him. He was happy to see me. He must have gotten lost. Sad doggo. Now I was going to be mean.

“You stupid dog, do you know how much I have looked for you? Luci sent me here to find you and what are you doing? You are asleep with some poof that’s not even a dog! I thought that you would be killing human or making half breeds but no you stupid dog I love you and don’t do that again okay?” I ranted and KitKat whimpered in agreement.

I put KitKat in the car and we drove to the edge of the city where I made a call and used another favour. This demon owed me a lot and using one favour wouldn’t hurt me. This demon was Amy. Amy was a demon but no ordinary demon. He was a great president of Hell who had about thirty-six legions of demons under his command and he was one of the few higher-ranked demons who liked me in my position. He supported me and he owed me a fair few favours, so I called him. Hell has its own telecom services. They don’t work too well.

“Yo Amy, can you send someone to open the gate, I have KitKat,”

“Yes, Luce’s dog, and I want to give him back so my head isn’t cut off,”

“Okay fine, I’ll wait but make sure he goes to Luci or someone who will give him to Luci,”

“You’ll do it, great tell him I said Hi,”

It was pretty one-sided. Amy didn’t talk much and demons can communicate via thoughts but I prefer speech.

I waited a moment and a hole opened in the ground and Amy appeared. He said thanks and took KitKat back home.

Once the gate waws shut, I called Luci. He picked up quickly.

“If this is about returning KitKat, I know, He’s sitting on my lap,” He said.

Okay, I knew that KitKat was a favourite but I didn’t know he was the favourite favourite. You learn something new every day.

“Yeah it was about KitKat but since he’s fine, I’ll leave you two along. Bye!” I hung up. I did not want to become involved in that love fest.

After a long day of Hellhound hunting all I wanted was a nice cocktail and some doughnuts and a good movie. Something that I always do is watch horror movies. It’s cliched but I’m a demon and I can complain about the acting and how it’s all fake and that not a single person in those movies would be able to survive a night in a haunted house, not even Jared’s house which is pretty basic.

The first horror movie that I found, I started to watch. Well, I didn’t get to watch much of it because my stupid phone started to ring again. I swear to something if it’s Luci asking me to do something I will hang up. I grabbed the phone off the bed and it was Jared. That was a surprise.

“What do you want?”

“There are teens coming to the house and they know how to perform an exorcism,”

That’s bad. That is very bad. Scrap bad, it was the worst thing that could be happening to Jared right now.

“On my way,” This is not what I want to be doing up duty calls.

[givemesomeseoul]

Wonho Route Part 3

You didn’t mean it...

Why is there a thunderstorm today of all days? All this loud annoying ass thunder. Curse this gosh damn hangover! I mean for crying out loud why did I drink on a fucking school night? You had a little too much to drink last night with your girlfriends and ended up passing out on your living room floor in a giant cuddle-fest mess. HyunA was in her bra and panties, Hani had no pants on and was drooling on your furry area rug and, LE had thrown up a little bit in the kitchen sink (good thing you did the dishes) and fell asleep with her head buried in HyunA boobs. They left at 8am to head to their respective businesses which in turn woke you up. Your first class wasn’t until twelve but you decided to wake up early and make yourself breakfast to help calm your mind...and stomach. As you checked out what was in your kitchen to eat you glanced at your phone and saw a notification.

“Wanna hang out this weekend? Maybe something a little more...romantic this time? Winky face?!” You read the text out loud to yourself and felt your heart thump at the suggestive winky face.

Does he like me or something? Is that what’s happening? No...no. I will not do this to myself. Not until I’m sure. I’ll go out with him again but, I will not get all love-struck and hurt myself if this isn’t what this is about. You were having a stern internal monologue as you prepared your breakfast. You closed your texts and started watching Korean makeup tutorials on a very low volume (because hangover). Before you knew it, it was time to go to class with...him.

…

You slowly sat down at your bench and blankly stared at your phone. Wonho then walked in and sat down at his bench next to yours. You got a text from Wonho again.

“Hey you ;) How are you?” He was eagerly looking at you with his big brown puppy eyes which made you smile despite your misery. You texted him back with a coy smile.

“Hey you lol. I’m ok. A little hungover but, alright. How about you?” Wonho chuckled to himself and looked at you with a smile of disbelief.

“You got drunk on a school night?! XD” You teasingly scoffed audibly as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It just sort of happened for your information. I invited my girlfriends over and we got a little carried away. You should’ve seen the cluster fuck of disaster we were in this morning lol.” Wonho laughed out loud making people turn to look at him. He meekly bowed his head in embarrassment. You covered your mouth and quietly giggled to yourself making Wonho turn to you and playfully glare at you. You waved at him but stopped as the professor began to speak.     

“Afternoon class.” The professor was wearing bright pink glasses with equally as bright matching lipstick. It was so bright on such a cloudy day it made your eyes hurt to look at her. Then again it probably had something to do with the hellish hangover. “Today I want you to get in your groups and continue working on your project. If you have questions ask me and each other for help. Get to work.” Everyone began standing and shuffling to their groups while Wonho cheerfully made his way over to your bench.

“Hi.” He was smiling at you super obviously and it was a little overwhelming since your group members were watching. You avoided eye contact and used your awkward “professional” voice.

“Hey. So um...are we ready to get to work? I did some more sketches yesterday and played with different fabrics and colors. I was thinking of some ripped hot pink fishnet stockings with a pair of metallic lavender shorts and then a pastel color off the shoulder crop top with a silver pentagram on it and maybe outlining it with some black glitter. For an outfit like this, I think some crazy high white platforms with some bold buckles on it would be a good choice. Then add some more chains and metal with the jewelry and accessories.” Everyone was nodding as you explained some of your ideas then one by one everyone shared their ideas. When Wonho’s turn came you tried to pay extra attention.

“So my idea was a unisex tunic/dress sort of thing. I was thinking of having it as a pale pastel sky blue with some white lace details or trim or something. Then maybe to add to the unisex factor it could be paired with a pair of ripped jeans of some complementary pastel shade like a light gray denim or maybe even white and then a pair of rave-style platform boots in some out of the box shade to made it a little edgier.” Everyone was nodding and intrigued by the idea but all you could think of was.

Oh my goodness, he used the color scheme of what I was wearing on our date yesterday. How cute!

“Why do you want it to be unisex?” A girl in our group raised the question with a slightly pointed tone.

“Well, I think it would be kind of cool. Fashion is becoming more inclusive especially in western countries. It’s trendy to push and blur the lines of gender with your fashion so I think goth and pastel would be perfect for that. You know that Tumblr aesthetic that’s on the rise.” Everyone exclaimed impressed with his reasoning including you.

Wow~ he’s so cool and professional. He must really keep up with what’s trendy to draw inspiration. Also...he uses Tumblr?!

“So how about now we each pick one of our sketches to be our final design and then start talking construction.” Everyone exclaimed and nodded in agreement as they flipped through their sketchbooks. You decided to go with your fishnets and shorts idea and, Wonho picked his unisex dress/tunic outfit. After everyone picked their outfits the group started talking about what fabric to use and how to get a hold of the shoes and accessories when your professor spoke.

“It seems like you guys have a lot of dialog going on which is always good if it’s about the task at hand like I hope. I’m gonna start walking around and talking through your ideas so be ready to fill me in.” Your group was all set for when she came over. When she finally made her way over your were actually excited to share your ideas.

“So group three. Show me whatcha ya got.” Wonho spoke up first and explained his unisex tunic/dress idea which seemed to also intrigue the professor. “Sounds very interesting. What’s the inspiration?”

“Well, the idea for it being unisex I got from western fashion and Tumblr with how now the younger generation likes to blur the lines of gender with what they wear. The colors I got from a date I went on actually. The girl was wearing this really pretty sky blue dress with white sneakers and it was just so perfect for that day I wanted to use it for this.”

Aw. He told her about our date...more or less. You were touched and could feel tears kind of welling up in your eyes but you reminded yourself you were in class so don’t cry like a lil’ bitch. The professor nodded with a slight smile brimming with intrigue.

“I like that a lot actually very edgy and trendsetting. I think you should give it a bit of a torn flowing train and maybe something a little corset like in the front to add to the gothic aspect. A little more attention to detail and I think it could work pretty well.” Wonho nodded and politely thanked the professor for her feedback. “Now onto you. Show me what you got.” You began to explain to her your idea with the fishnets and the metallic lavender shorts and the crop top the professor simply nodded. “Ok well I think this is a good starting point but, it needs some more tweaking. I think the top could be a little more on the sleek and sexy side of crop tops instead of a baggy eighties style crop top since we want it to have a gothic modern look.”

You nodded. “Ok, that makes sense.”

“I also think maybe having rainbow colored pastel fishnets would be a little cooler with maybe a little silver or black glitter. Keep the rips though I love that. I do have to say I don’t think a stretchy fabric is the way to go on those shorts. I like the metallic lavender idea but make sure the fabric itself is also gothic and flattering. Ok? Good job though I love the ideas especially with the accessories and shoes. Can’t wait for your next draft.” You nodded and could feel your heart slightly sink. It’s not that you didn’t like the criticism or that you’re bad at taking it it’s just that you weren’t expecting so much of it when you worked so hard.

Was it really that bad?.....

You were overthinking everything and could feel your mood getting worse. When class finally ended you just wanted to run away. As you walked out of the room with a long face Wonho sped up to you and nudged your arm.

“Don’t beat yourself up. She just wants to make sure you do your best and I mean she did say she liked it.” You looked at him with a slightly irritated glaring expression.

“I know. It’s not a big deal. No need for a pep talk...” Your tone was very agitated especially as you grumbled towards the end which seemed to hurt Wonho’s feelings quite a bit.

“You just looked upset so I-” You stopped and looked at him.

“Look I get it but you don’t have to. It’s no big deal. It’s fine. She gave constructive feedback. Please just back off a little. You’re not my boyfriend so just leave me alone and stop smothering me.” You then put on your headphones and walked away leaving him standing there sad and confused.  

“...We could do something fun... to cheer you up like go look at some street art or…something...” He lowered his eyes as he softly spoke after you left.

I don’t care if it was a little harsh I just want to be left alone to think...I need to focus on this project because clearly, I’m off my game running around after him.

You didn’t mean it...

[justanotherinterludeff]

13

I'm selfish I want you all to myself I swear You don't need nobody else I swear I want you all to myself Because I'm selfish, yeah

Selfish x PnB Rock

I hated making big decisions. Partially because I felt like no matter how many times I went over the decision in my head, it was always wrong. The next part was just because I didn’t really care for change. It’s been something I struggled with since I was a little kid. 

 So, when I decided to move out of my mama house, the shit was a little confusing. I worked hard to pay my mother’s mortgage off and keep her financially stable. It was the least I could do since she helped me raise Leilani. So, I knew I had to leave her with my mom when I made the decision to move out. 

Leilani deserved to grow up normally. Be in school, have friends, a real life. My lifestyle was dangerous, and having Lei live with me was too fucking dangerous. I wasn’t risking my daughter’s life for no amount of easy money. It wasn’t like I was moving to another state. I would just be a 30 minute ride from my mother’s house. 

But I couldn’t tell Lei that. When she saw all the boxes packed with all my things, she was confused. I sat her down and let her know what things would be from now on. I was confident in my decision, but the second she started crying, I felt like shit. 

 "Please, don’t leave me daddy.“ She sniffled. To say my heart hurt would be an understatement. A nigga felt like shit. I promised her I would come see her everyday, but that just seemed to make her cry harder. When it was time for me to get going, she wouldn’t even come out of her room to say goodbye to me. I went in either way and kissed her forehead before letting her know I loved her. 

 That was three weeks ago, and I was still feeling like shit. Every day I’d wake up in this room and she was the first thing I thought about. That lil girl really had my whole heart, and the fact that she was sad about this was fucking with me. I was snapped out of my little daze when my phone rang. Figuring it would be the moving company that’s been calling all week, I didn’t bother to look at the caller ID. 

“Yeah.” I huffed into the phone. “Okay, first off, that’s not how you answer a phone.” My sister mouthed off. “What’s up Naomi?” I sighed. “I have a surprise for you.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I ain’t really in the mood for no surprises, Omi.” I washed my hand over my face. 

“Well, it ain’t about what you want right now. Come open your door.” She snapped before hanging up. The three beeps went off in my ear before I moved the phone from my ear. I sighed and prepared myself for whatever my crazy ass sister considered a surprise. 

I left my bedroom and swung the door open, “Surprise!” Naomi stood there with her arms open. I kissed my teeth. “Okay, that’s just rude.” She rolled her eyes. “It ain’t a surprise if you here every other day, Naomi.” Which was true. Ever since I left my mama’s house, she was here all the time. Partly to help me move in and get the place decorated, but still.

“It is a surprise if I bring somebody with me though.” She smiled before waving whoever over. My brows knitted before I saw Leilani saunter her way over to the front door. She ran straight over hugging my legs. I bent down and scooped her up before throwing her in the air repeatedly, while her giggles filled the hallway. 

“Alright, can we move the love fest inside please?” My sister suggested and we all made our way inside. After the kisses stop, Leilani just laid her head on my shoulder and continued to hug me tight. I swear, that’s all I needed. I was alright now. “I love you, daddy.” “I love you too, princess.”

“Grandma said that I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.” He little voice trailed. “It’s okay baby. Don’t even worry about it.” I sat us both down on the couch and she curled her way into me. She looked up at me with eyes that were just like her mother’s. 

“Did the furniture for her room come yet?” Naomi asked making me break our stare. “Nah, they supposed to be here any minute though.” She nodded and went off to the kitchen. “Come here, Lei.” I stood her up and walked her down the hallway of the three bedroom condo. I directed her to the first room on the right hand side.

“This is gonna be your room.” I let her know. She walked around a little bit, before looking back at me. “But, I don’t have a bed. Or any toys here.” She looked at me for answers. “Don’t worry, I bought you a bed, and a dresser, all that. It’s coming later. We gon’ get you some toys and clothes too. That way when you come over, you’ll have everything you need.” 

“How come I can’t stay?” Her puppy dog eyes doing something to me again. I sighed. “Trust me princess, I want you to stay, but daddy… Daddy has to be at work all the time. I gotta make money so you can have everything you want and take care you you, grandma, and Auntie Nae.” “So, that’s why I stay with grandma?” She asked and I nodded. 

“How come I don’t have a mommy?” She cocked her head to the side. “When Cassidy can’t stay with her daddy, she stays with her mommy. Where’s my mommy?” Cassidy’s name came up a lot these days. She was slowly but surely turning into Leilani’s bestfriend. She saw their family dynamic and I guess she got curious.

Leilani was like her mother; curious. She always had questions about everything. Why was the sky blue? How come she had to go to school? Where did babies come from? All this from a four year old. She had questions about everything, and it was up to me, my mama, and Naomi to give her answers.

This question though, stumped me. I didn’t wanna lie to her and tell her she didn’t have a mother, because she did. But, I also didn’t know how to tell her that her mother up and left her when she was only months old. “Uh..” I started. “You do have a mommy. She carried you in her belly for nine months, made sure you was nice and healthy when you were ready to come out.” 

“Then, where is she?” She asked. “Uh, mommy, uh. She um.. She left for a little bit.” “Is she coming back?” “Uh, I don’t know princess.” I told her honestly. “Well, if she does, can I stay with her when you have to go to work?” “We’ll see baby.” I ran my hands through her curls and kissed her forehead. 

I could hear the doorbell ring and I knew it was the people with the furniture. “Brysonnn!” I heard Naomi call. I scooped Lei up and through her over my shoulder while she laughed. “Coming!”

“Do you wanna get the Dory fruit snacks or the Frozen ones?” Naomi asked Leilani. She sat in the cart, weighing her options. It was funny as hell to me, she sat here really thinking over some fruit snacks. “Hm, let’s do Dory. I have Anna and Elsa all over my room anyways.” She grinned. 

It was true. The movers dropped off everything Lei would need in her room and we were in Walmart getting her everything else she would need. Well, Nae was and I was just tagging along to pay for everything. She chose all things Frozen for her bedroom. Sheets, curtains, all that shit. 

Naomi was also helping me get stuff for the spare bedroom, and some stuff for mine as well. Plus we had to get groceries, so this trip would be a big one. We had gotten everything w would need for the bedrooms. The groceries were last.

“Daddy, can we get Oreos too? I love oreos.” “Anything you want princess.” I replied. Naomi rolled her eyes and grabbed the cookies for her. “What?” “This little girl is beyond spoiled.” “So?” I chuckled. “I'm just saying. You think it's cute now, wait until she's 16 and you buy her a BMW instead of the Benz she wanted and she throws a fit. I can see your old ass now. 'I'm sorry princess, daddy's gonna get you the right one. Matter of fact, keep this one. I'm gonna get you Benz too.'" She shook her head while I cracked up.

“Nah, she ain’t ever gonna get that bad. Ain’t that right lil mama?” I asked pinching her cheeks. “What’s a BMW?” She asked looking at her auntie. “See.” I chuckled. We continued down the aisles. I made sure to stock up on spaghetti and spaghetti sauce. I made a mental note to get some ground beef too. Considering that’s all a nigga could put together. 

“So, what’s up with you and Mack?” Considering I see Mack’s bitch ass every day, I heard my sister’s name more often than I did when I was living at home. All he talked about was Naomi. Shit was lowkey annoying. No lie, I was happy shit was going good for them. My bestfriend was happy and so was my sister. For everyone’s sanity, this was a good thing. 

“We’re great.” She grinned. “We went on another date last night. Annnddd he invited me to his pool party on the 4th.” I made a face. “Ain’t you always invited to the pool party on the 4th?” I chuckled thinking about the party that was this Saturday. Every since that nigga got his own crib, he made it a habit to have a pool party on the 4th of July every year. “And do I ever make it a mission to go?” I thought about it.

“Nah.” I answered finally. “Exactly.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh so now you gonna go cause that’s your boyfriend?” I asked. “He’s not my boyfriend... yet.” She smirked. I shook my head. “Aren’t you going?” She asked. “Hell yeah! Every year Mack got all the baddest women- I mean he use to.” I corrected myself seeing the look on her face. 

“Yeah, good save.” She rolled her eyes. “Look, that nigga might be taken, but I’m not. I can look.” “Wait, I thought you and Z was...?” “You thought wrong.” I chuckled. “No, I’m not! You liked her! What happened?” She questioned. “We just had little misunderstanding, and we stopped talking.” I explained. Naomi though, wanted to know the whole story. So, I let her know what happened. 

The last time Z and I spoke was about a month ago. The same night everything went down. Shit really just went left. After I made a couple drops, collected some money, I got a text from Jelani letting me know what the move for tonight was. I had canceled on seeing Z earlier today, so I was free. I get there, wasn’t in the mood to drink cause I was driving home, so I sparked up the blunt. 

Imagine my surprise when all I wanted to do was chill and smoke my blunt, and I feel somebody slip themselves on my lap. Cierra was somebody I’d see whenever I went out.  Mack and I went to high school with ole girl, and she had a reputation then, and it surely followed her. She was thirsty no lie. In no way, shape, or form, was I interested in Cici. Her sitting on my lap was beyond innocent. For me at least. 

When I seen Zemora pass by, I knew it wasn’t the weed making me trip. I shooed Cierra out my lap and made my way to her because I knew there was no way she ain’t see us. But, the second a nigga tried to explain himself, she shut that shit down. I understood, considering the way shit looked. So I showed up and her crib, explained, and she still wasn’t having it. 

I knew when I was mad, I hated when people still persisted to speak to me. So I gave her her space. I think that was way too much space, cause it’s been a whole 4 weeks since we’ve talked, much less seen each other. I completely avoided going by her crib. Hence why Nae was always by my house. 

“That girl Cierra always been a ho- thot.” Naomi made sure to change her wording remembering Lani was still in our presence. “Word.” “What’s crazy is, she hasn’t even said anything about it.” She thought for a second. “Then again I ain’t really been home.” She said more so to herself.

“Where you been at?” I hit her with a side eye. “Work.” She giggled before walking off. She better not play with me.

Saturday, July 4th

“Issa bad bitch. Issa bad bitch. Issa bad bitch.” Juju danced while she clapped the flap iron together. We were getting ready to head out to Mackai’s pool party and she was already turnt. “Can you chill with the “Issa” shit, issa annoying.” I rolled my eyes. 

“First off, that’s not even how you use it! Issa dummy.” She cracked up. I rolled my eyes and continued to run the comb through my bundles. I was really feeling this lioness look I had going on with this hair. I pushed it all over to one side and admired myself in the mirror. 

“Oh shit! Did Mackai do that?” She said inspecting my neck. My hand went to my neck, feeling how sore certain spots were. I wanted to slap myself for not remembering that he had left his mark on me two days ago. I spent the night at his house and things got a little heated. That was the farthest we had gone. And with the kisses Mackai was just laying on my neck alone, I was shook. 

“Who else would it be?” I giggled fixing my hair so it covered everything. “Mmm, girl. You are getting really serious about my big head brother.” She shook her head. It was true. In the short time me and Mackai started dating, my feelings for him had grown drastically. 

I was all about him. Literally, from the moment I woke up, to the second I went to sleep he was who I thought about or was talking to or about. Maybe because it was because I’d liked him for so long and we were finally doing something about it. I’m not entirely sure what it was about... but I was really feeling it. Really feeling him. 

“Something like that.” I smirked. “Nigga look like he was eating your damn neck. That’s all he was eating right?” She smirked and I died laughing. “Don’t be nosy.” I playfully bumped her. “So much for you not liking him.” She shook her head. “I know right.” I sighed. Boy, how the tables turn.

“Naomi!” I heard Z call from the other room. I yelled back, answering her, and she called me to her room. “Honest opinion, how do I look?” She posed quickly. “Bitchhhhhhh!” I gasped. Now, I could tell that Z had a great body when she was dressed. Her body was out of this world in a bikini.

“Oh my Goddddd! Look at your ass! I’m so jealous!” I whined. She laughed and reached for her denim shorts. “So, yes?” “Hell yeah.” My brother won’t know what hit him.” I stuck my tongue out and she rolled her eyes. “Girl bye, I’m not worried about your brother.” “Rightttt. And that’s why you’ve changed three or four times already right?” I sent her a look. “I’m just indecisive.” She stuck her tongue at me playfully. 

“Indecisive these nuts! Is Adrienne meeting us there still?” I had extended the invitation to both of them. Seeing as how, we were all cool, I thought why not? In the small time we’d been living together, I can honestly say I consider Z my friend. Her and Juju were still adjusting to each other, but Juju wasn’t being rude anymore so they were trying. Adrienne I was just starting to get to know. She reminded me a lot of Juju as far as her personality went. So, we were cool too.

“Nah, I gotta go get her. Can you text me the address and we’ll meet y’all there? She lives in the damn boondocks.” She rolled her eyes. I laughed, “Yeah. I’ll text it to you right now.” I said sauntering back into my room. I grabbed my phone off the charger, seeing messages from my brother and Mackai. I sent Z the address and she let us know she was leaving before she left. 

Big Bro 😬: Bring some more ice when you on your way please 

I hit him back letting him know I would, before going to Mackai’s message. 

Kai ☺️: Where yo fine ass at?

I giggled out loud and let him know I’d be on the way soon. I set my phone back down and saw that Juju was almost ready. She had her bikini on and she was fixing her hair. "How come everybody got a fat ass except me?” I pouted. “Don’t worry, my brother is trying to handle that. Give him a few months." She laughed. I rolled my eyes and snatched my outfit from the counter. 

The two piece bathing suit went on first, followed by the skirt. Oh yeah, I was definitely feeling myself. I swished out the bathroom, watching Juju shake her head at me. "Come on, I'm ready to see my man."

When we pulled up to Mackai’s house, cars flooded the block. We could see multiple just arriving when we did. Some girl walked past us with only a pair of pasties and a bikini bottom on. “Bitchhhhh, no she didn’t!” I gasped. “Shit, she got the body for it, why not?” Ju shrugged. More power to her I guess.

We found somewhere to park, and got out. Ju opted not to wear any kind of cover up nor shorts. A bikini, sun glasses, her hair down her back, and a pair of Gucci sandals. My bitch looked good. Z texted me, letting me know she had picked Adrienne up and they were on the way. When we were walking up the driveway, we could see a group of boys either sitting on the hood of a big Jeep Wrangler or huddled near it. 

It wasn’t until we heard our names being called we paid close attention. Amari, Jelani, some of their other frat brothers, along with my brother, and Mackai. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He donned a pair of distressed, denim shorts, black Nike socks, three different gold chains, and a pair of Jordans I didn’t really recognize. No shirt. He looked like a fucking snack. Fuck that, a whole meal.

“Got damn Jamie!” Jelani tried to mumble under his breath. Mackai made sure to smack him upside the head. “Watch your mouth nigga.” He muttered. I went over and hugged my brother as the rest of them engaged in a conversation. “Why you acting like you don’t see your man?” He chuckled as he kept his arm over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. 

Mackai and I really hadn’t gone public with our... thing. I mean people knew but now that I thought about it, this would be our first outing out together. Honestly, I didn’t know how we were approaching it. I was just gonna go with the flow. If he wasn’t ready for the public thing, I’d be cool with that. And if he was to flaunt me, I was ready for that too. 

I took my eyes off Bryson to look over at Mackai who was already staring at me. He signaled me over with his head and I sauntered over quietly. He pulled me into a hug and when he released me, he planted a kiss on my cheek. “What’s up beautiful? ‘Bout time you got here. You lookin good.” I blushed and subconsciously looked around to see if anyone’s eyes were on us. 

“Thank you. You look nice too.” My eyes scanned his tattooed arms and then his chest before looking up at him. He chuckled as he watched me watch him. I couldn’t help it. He looked good. Before Mackai and I could get too deep into each other, JuJu snatched me up to go inside with her. She wanted to grab something from Mackai’s room. 

She whisked me away and before I knew it, we were in the house. “You and him might as well fuck each other, all that eye sex y’all doing.” Juju laughed when we were in private. “Y’all staring each other down like a pair of horny ass teenagers.” “Shut up, Juju.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m just saying.” She laughed. 

When we finally made our way outside, we made sure to get drinks before finding somewhere to chill. We were bobbing our heads to the music, sipping our drinks, and doing a little two step. I was feeling really good. I felt even better when I saw Z and Adrienne waltz in, both holding red bulls. I waved them over and Adrienne caught me waving my hand in the air. She grabbed Z and they made their way over hand in hand. 

“Hey y’all! Y’all look cute!” Adrienne complimented as she gave us all hugs. “Thanks babes! This bathing suit is bomb too! Look at you! Looking like a snack.” I hyped her up. “Well, you know.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and did a turn. We all laughed. 

I passed Adrienne a drink, and while I was extending a drink over to Zemora, O.T. Genasis’s “Thick” came on. She made sure to take the cup from me before bending over and making her ass clap. Because Zemora was always so shy, and reserved, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing right now. She began bouncing her ass, letting her tongue out of her mouth. 

Adrienne tapped me, “She’s drunk.” She laughed. “She said she wanted to loosen up before she got here.” “How much did she have to drink?” I asked. “Four shots of Ciroc.” Zemora had admitted that she was a light weight, that’s why she didn’t drink. I tapped Z and she stopped dancing. 

“You good?” “Yessssss! I feel so good! I just wanna dance.” She let her tongue out again before wining her hips. I chuckled. “Okay. I just don’t want you to get too drunk. I’m keeping you on this one drink minimum.” “Okay mom.” She laughed. 

For the rest of the party, we were lit. We danced on each other, laughed, and drank some more. Z had sobered up a little so we let her have another drink. Nothing too strong though. Mackai and his crew were to our far left. Every few seconds we would lock eyes, but I would look away. I just wanted to have fun with my girls. When all of them started making their way over to us, I got a little nervous. 

They had been throwing girls in the pool all day and I wasn’t with the shits. I didn’t come this cute to be thrown in the pool. He swiveled his way through the crowd, I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my mouth when he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, if I was going in so was he. 

“Chill. I wasn’t even gon’ throw you in.” He chuckled. “Gimme kiss.” He mumbled. “No.” “You know I hate when you tell me no.” His hands moved to my ass and I gasped. “You drunk?” I asked. “A little bit. I’m high as fuck though.” He admitted. “Gimme kiss.” He repeated. Instead of being stubborn, I gave him what he wanted. I intended for the kiss to be innocent, but it was something about kissing Mackai that always made me take it to the next level.

We heard a throat clear and I pulled away. Our little group was shaking their heads, “Chill with that caking shit.” Jelani waved us off. “Hater.” I mushed him after Mackai put me down. He didn’t let me go far though. He made sure to keep one hand on my waist. 

I looked around while moving my hips to the music. I noticed Z in the corner of my eye dancing by herself as some random song played in the background. The DJ quickly switched to Vybz Kartel’s “Fever” and all hell broke loose. She bent over and was dancing, when all of a sudden one of Amari’s frat brother slid behind her. They grinded against each other, even attracting a small crowd.

I looked to my left and I could see my brother, clenching his jaw, while sipping his drink. I was no secret that him and Z ain’t talk no more. He stopped coming by the house, she stopped mentioning him, and he stopped mentioning her. I asked both of them what the issue was and neither of them wanted to get into detail. He said it was a big misunderstanding, and she just didn’t wanna talk about it. 

But the fact that he was sitting here with a clenched jaw said it all. He was still feeling her and the fact that she wasn’t paying him a bit of attention was killing him. I shook my head, noticing how they had one thing in common. They were stubborn. 

After the song went off the small crowd dispersed elsewhere and Z stood up straight. She started walking away from him and he grabbed her back, a little too rough. At least from where I was standing. She was trying her best to get him to let her go, but he wasn’t budging. I tapped Mackai and before I could get him to go help her, Bryson was already on his way over. 

“Fuck is you doing nigga?” He let her go almost immediately. The second he let her go, Bryson grabbed him around the neck. Z was already making a beeline back to us. Another crowd was forming, and Mackai knew that was his cue to get over there. Amari and the rest of them rushed over as well.  

“You fucking stupid?” I watched Bryson ask. I watched the other dude struggling to breathe. Bryson lifted his shirt slightly exposing his gun. “Yo, B. Let this nigga go. It ain’t even worth it.” Mackai tried to talk him down.

“I need some water. My head is spinning.” She let us know. Juju, Adrienne, and I escorted her inside. I peeped that the dude was being escorted out, followed by Mackai, Bryson, and some others that I knew they ran the streets with. I just knew he was about to get his ass beat.

In the meantime, we tried to get Z to sober up some more. Juju was getting her some food from the kitchen, Adrienne went to get her water, and I opted to stay with her. She was laid across Mackai’s bed, cuddled up to his pillows. “You okay mama?” I asked rubbing her back. 

“I’m okay. Where’s Bryson?” “Um, I think he’s still outside.” “I wanna tell him thank you.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. Bryson ain’t the best person to talk to when he’s upset. Just give him a few alright?” She nodded and just then, Adrienne came back with the water. 

We all stayed in the room for about half and hour before Z felt a little better. I could tell she was sobering up because her words weren’t slurring anymore. “This is why I don’t drink.” She sighed. “Yeah baby girl, you are a light weight.” Juju chuckled lightly as she handed over the plate of food. “I’m good.” She declined. Ju shrugged and started picking at the food.

Someone knocked at the door and Adrienne let them know it was okay to enter. Amari walked in, and shut the door behind him. “Yo Z, you good?” He questioned. She nodded, “I’m fine Mari.” “On my mama, imma beat Nigel’s ass.” He huffed. “Amari, violence is not needed. I’m fine. It’s not that deep.” 

“Fuck that, Z. That nigga know better. He gon’ see me believe that.” Zemora could only sigh and sit up straight in the bed. “Is he gone? Because I wanna go back to the party.”  She let us know. “Yeah, B and them kicked that nigga out. If you going back out there, you not drinking no more.” Amari told her. “Okay, dad.” She rolled her eyes. 

“You ready now?” “I’ll come with the girls.” “Alright.” He nodded and exited the room. We all sat around for another minute or two before getting up and readjusting ourselves to go back to the party. When we stepped back outside, it was like nothing had even happened. Bryson, Mackai, and Amari were now chilling closer to the pool, sharing a blunt.

Mackai signaled me over and I nudged the girls in that direction. As soon as we got to them, Kai handed the blunt off to Amari and he cornered me against the fence. “I told you how good you look today?” He asked licking his lips. “You did.” I giggled. “God damn.” He shook his head and looked at me from top to bottom. 

“You don’t even know how much trouble you causing today.” He smirked. “Me? I ain’t doing nothing.” “You girls in here man, cause you all I got my eyes on.” “Oh, all your hoes?” I asked. “I ain’t got no hoes. I’m a married man.” He stated proudly. I hid my blush with an eye roll.

Without even asking, he gripped my ass, pulled me closer to him, and smashed our lips together. Like I said, whatever Kai wanted to do I was with it. So, the fact that we were engaging in PDA was all I needed. These bitches could be mad all they wanted to. Kai was my man.

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Hi I hate to ask this but I've had the worst day of my life, a sprained ankle and then a car accident. It's been horribly rough. Could I get a small one shot Lucas fic of taking a liking to and comforting a found captive?

Don’t apologize for asking, Anon. That sounds like a terrible day. I hope you recover mentally, physically and financially very soon. Car accidents are terrible and a sprained ankle is rough. I hope this fic helps ease some of the crappy feels that today has given you. Much love for you on your road to recovery.

It started off with Lucas getting bored enough to watch all the VHS tapes he could salvage - ending up with a bundle of his Ma’s collection and nothing else to do. So, he sat around with his thumb up his ass and suffered through Beaches, Titanic and… some stupid Wayne Newton thing while eating bags of cheese puffs and peanuts.

By the end of Steel Magnolias, he felt like someone had ripped his balls off and sewn a pussy on him. All he could think about was cuddling and fawning over a girl of his own, and it made him nearly sick.

He sat around for another two days thinking about what it’d be like to have a girlfriend and jus’…hold hands. Hold hands?! Like he was some fuckin’ prepubescent brat. He wanted to fuck and cum balls deep in some hot cunt, not sit around and hold hands all day. But he did, and so he sat around with a blank TV and a heartache, not knowing what to do with himself.

On the third day of his self-inflicted misery, the ol’ man came in with two bodies.

“Morgue’s overrun, boy. I’m sticking these down in the stalls. They ain’t been fed yet so don’t you touch ‘em, ya here?!”

“Whatever,” he replied, not thinking twice about it cause on account of the goop his brain had become and got a nice crack in the back of his head with a baseball bat for his trouble.

After dear ol’ dad had taken down a charter bus full of shitheels lookin’ to spend the weekend in New Orleans for the big fuckin’ Mardi Gras parade, Lucas got stuck with two captives when the basement started overflowing with new arrivals. Two too many, he grumbled, hearing one of them start screamin’ after only two hours strapped up.

Ain’t nobody got time fer this, he thought.

He had other shit to do (he didn’t), and it wasn’t even like he could use ‘em for test subjects either so what good were they but an annoyance? They’d both been there since this morning, and it only took until now for Lucas to realize one of ‘em wasn’t screaming - hadn’t been since Daddy brought ‘em by.

Typically it wouldn’t peak his interest - the silence - but the last bitch he’d tossed in the rat’s nest had long since turned to bones, and he was bored. The tapes had made him weak at heart, and he couldn’t stand watching another one of his Ma’s sentimental tear fests.

Just the thought was making him wanna puke.

Lucas hunched over his desk, frowned and gave the little joystick a push to the right, panning camera nine over to the quiet one all tied up in one of the horse stalls.

A girl, Lucas noticed immediately. She was quiet, reserved and hadn’t moved much. Without much reason to, Lucas hadn’t gone down since they’d been brought in and secured to their posts. He hadn’t bothered to look at ‘em either since he wasn’t supposed to play with ‘em. Shoulda took a little trip down though, cause the chick looked kind of hot once he zoomed in a bit. Get rid of the blood and dirt, and she’d been the nicest lookin’ bitch to ever get past the gates.

“Ain’t it just peachy ah’ get stuck with a dumb whore in the barn…” he grumbled.  She looked like one too (not really), but guess that coulda’ been the fact that she’d been stripped down to her panties. At this angle, he couldn’t see her tits, but her back was bare, so she wasn’t wearing a bra or nothin’.

Shame - shame he didn’t have a good angle for a free viewing.

His Pa never said he couldn’t have himself a look-see. As long as he didn’t chuck her in the Birthday Room, who cared if he had a little fun? All he wanted was a look and maybe a hug or some snuggles - No! No, he just wanted to watch her heaving tits as he jerked off on the floor in front of her. He wanted to slip his dick between ‘em and… ugh…

Lucas wanted good night’s sleep with a warm body beside him, in all honesty. It got pretty lonely now that he was off the grid more or less - just enough connection established to contact his people and set up communication between all the cameras and speakers. No more porn to toss his rocks off to. No cam girls to watch while he fucked his fist, pretending it was a pussy. And now, worst of all, he’d brainwashed himself into wanting something more innocent than a good fuck. Maybe when the girl down in the barn passed out, he’d go lay next to her…

The girl down in the stall shifted, stretching a long pale leg across a bed of musty hay.

Shit! Where was his Polaroid at? Worse case scenario he’d snap a picture of her and lay in bed looking at it like a freak.

Four upturned boxes and a messy bed later, Lucas was loading up his ol’ polaroid camera with a dozen blanks, fingers shaking. He was only a bit ashamed of how low he was willing to go for some semblance of intimacy, but hell… he was desperate, and it was hard enough keeping his head clear as it was.

It was pretty pointless, but he rubbed his face clean of the blood from earlier and threw his door open. Lucas kicked his heels into the stairs, eyeing the molded that were hanging off the walls. They’re gaping jaws clicked open, swinging towards him jus’ enough to know it wasn’t some escapee running fer the hills. One of ‘em gurgled, gagged and puked up a messy wad of bones as Lucas passed it by.

Easily ignored, when his heart was busy jackhammering at the thought of this girl his Pa had brought in.

The girl was sitting in the stall, a chain wrapped around her waist, connecting her manacled wrists and branching out to the pole she was resting against. She didn’t have much wiggle room, but all in all, it wasn’t as bad as getting cramped into one o’ them dog crates.

She didn’t even bother lookin’ at him as his sneakers crunched over brittle hay, pausing outside the wooden gate. A fountain of pale hair hung down in front of her face, covering the tops of her tits.

“Hey-hey, come on, bitch! Wake up!” He snorted as she jerked but did little else. Only when he growled and gave the gate a hard kick did she swayed. A hint of perky nipple poked out of her thick hair as she lifted her head; blood-matted hair slipping out of her eyes. Blue eyes, like his own, looked up at him, gazing under wet lashes.

She was a hottie, and Lucas was struck half dumb for a good long minute jus’ looking at her.

“My leg’s broken,” she whispered. Pain made her voice throaty, ragged enough he found himself licking his lips, wondering if he should have brought her a soda or somethin’. He palmed his Polaroid, nodding to her with the tip of his chin.

“I’ll set it fer ya if ya give me a smile. I’ll even bring you upstairs and get ya somethin’ to eat. How about that? Sounds like ah sweet little deal, don’t it? Jus’ gotta say cheese!”

“It doesn’t and I won’t,” she said, leaning back against the wooden pole, exposing her bare tits through a curtain of dirty hair, uncaring.

Lucas popped himself a picture without obscuring his view with the shitty glass lens. All she did was blink at the flash and nothing more. No rebuttal, no tears or anything else he’d have expected. Hell, Lucas even had a running shower up there. How could she say no that kinda offer?

Slowly, checking the barn entrance with a narrowed look, he smashed the lock on the gate and swung it open. The noise or the implication made her stiffen over the hay bed. In her lap, she curled her fingers and closed her eyes. Dry, cracked lips, which probably looked pretty full and sexy when she wasn’t dehydrated, mouthed words… no, they mouthed numbers.

Lucas shoved his shoulder into the wooden post as he read her lips while she chanted math equations, solving for X and Y in some weird, brainy coping mechanism. Probably thought he was gonna rape her or somethin’. All the chicks that came through here thought he would…kinda got insulting after ah while.

“Ya forgot to carry the four, sweetheart…” he told her, watching as she ignored him, continuing despite her fuck up.

Kinda interesting. Usually, everyone just begged and screamed for someone to come rescue ‘em - like they were a princess in some wild fairy tale. This one accepted her fate, or at least what she thought was gonna happen, and did her best to prepare for it. Lucas liked that - respected it. And so he yanked the film from his camera, gave it a couples flaps until the badly lit sight of her with those cute tits came full color. He threw the picture at her, snorted when she kept on dividing and subtracting and left her there.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Lucas got itchy again.

All night he’d been watching her through the camera, ignoring the stupid asshat in the stall beside her as he screamed. It was hard to see through the snowy lenses, but Lucas was pretty sure she was still miming mathematics to herself. She didn’t sleep, at least not for more than half an hour maybe. Her unbroken leg would kick or stretch and once he saw her turn her head up towards the camera, staring at him.

“Come and do it already,” she’d say, making his gut churn sickly.

After his ol’ man had come in for the retard with the broken vocal chords, Lucas stuffed a bag of skittles in his pocket, grabbed a can of soda and hopped the stairs to see his adorable brainiac.

She was docile, only watching him, never begging, as he swung the gate open and stepped inside. The stall was narrow but spacious, but Lucas threw himself down beside her despite having enough room to host an orgy if he wanted. The girl tipped her head back and breathed deeply, ready for whatever she thought he was gonna do.

“Skittles?” he offered, shaking the packet near his jaw with a feral grin that made his cheeks ache. He’d forgotten how to smile, so a grin would have to do.

The barest touch of her tongue between her lips made Lucas swallow. In her lap he noticed her fingers twitch.

“…why?”

He didn’t need a reason, but he had one, ‘course he did. Lucas wasn’t gonna tell her, though, so he just shrugged and tore the corner off the packet, shaking a few into his palm. All he needed to do was stare at her hands fer a few seconds before she got the idea and offered her palms to him; shackles clinking. Bruises and bloody scabs ran like bracelets around her wrists.

He dropped a few sickly bright skittles into her palm and watched her wince, trying to put them in her mouth. If he weren’t so sure she’d bite his fingers off or curl her nose in disgust, he’d have fed them to her.

“So, ya like numbers, huh?” He waited for her to say something, but she merely sucked the Skittles in her mouth with half-closed eyes; savoring the sugar in silence.

“Me too,” he sighed, scooting a little closer to her until he just missed bumping her broken leg.

“My Pa said I was gifted when ah’ was younger. But hell! - Guess geniuses go crazy every damn day, huh? Jus’ another one with a bad brain.” It felt better talkin’ to someone that wasn’t Eveline…or imaginary like Oliver had been (sometimes still was). Even if she didn’t talk back, Lucas liked laying back in the barn with her. Nothin’ else better to do anyhow and it was the closest he dared to get to something resembling cuddles. Not that he wanted that… obviously.

“… can I have some more?” she asked, sounding so tiny and small that somethin’ in Lucas started to hurt. He looked up at her from the soft ground, saw how empty her eyes were - like a dead sea - and handed her the whole bag of skittles. The little, hopeless smile she gave him made his chest tighten like there was a hook buried in it.

The only thing that sucked about dosing himself with that serum was all the emotions he had coming back to him. That’s all it was. Could’ah done without ‘em, if he were honest, but the girl ate her candy through the pain, meeting her hands halfway down and somethin’ about giving her that little act of kindness made him wanna do more and more… and more.

For the next two days, he spent most of his time either telling himself not to go down and see her, or sitting with her in the barn, feeding her junk food, handing her bottles of water or talking to her (actually talking to himself, but that was neither here nor there).

Eventually, he went down to see her with a real goal in mind - not just trying to keep her alive. He brought the bolt cutters with him. The ol’ man wouldn’t sweat one little captive - not when he had dozens of ‘em fresh and ready to be hatched. If his Pa said anything, Lucas could just tell ‘im the molded got hungry and climbed the gate. Easy.

She withdrew at the sight of him with the cutters in hand, but still, she didn’t beg or scream. Lucas cut her chains without a word and tore her manacles off as easily as if they’d been clay. When he grabbed her around the waist, careful of the raw red skin where her chains had been, he felt her muscles tighten. Not one to take that shit personally, Lucas tried to smile but ended up grinning and slung her over his shoulder… only then did she scream. He could feel her tears soak through the back of his hoodie and her broken leg bang against his chest.

Lucas tried not to let the sounds of her agony bother him, but they did. Every step made him wince as she bawled her eyes out, shouting and begging him to stop - that it hurt 'it hurt so bad!’

In a few minutes, she’d be right as rain, but the pathetic, sloppy sounds still wedged their way under his skin somehow.

She sobbed when he set her down on his couch, fingers running along her broken thigh like fluttering leaves; listless. Pain lined her body - her face and brows. The lights above their heads highlight the heavy fall of tears that made Lucas feel guilty for some fucking reason. Not like he’d broken her leg…

He grumbled and left her there to her misery as he went to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of the good stuff for her and his last candy bar. Maybe she’d be more apt to forgive him if he showered her with sugar. Wouldn’t hurt, right? - And he was pretty desperate at that point.

When he returned, she was halfway across the floor, dragging herself towards the door. A long, scattered line of dark blood following her line a snail trail.

“Hahaaaa’ah shit, sweetheart. Where’d you think yur goin’? Ain’t nothing out there but moldy freaks with them teeth waitin’ fer ya,” he laughed at her, hamming it up as his gut pulled when she merely whimpered and pulled herself another few inches across the floor.

Badass, bitch. Smart and sturdy and cute… didn’t find many of those anymore. Not that Lucas would know really. He never did get out much before Evie showed up - didn’t do much talking to girls even before he was labeled the crazy head.

Lucas swallowed and knelt down beside her, pulling at her ankle. She howled, hissed and threw a fist into his face. Took him by surprise, but it was weak and barely did more than sting. He hadn’t meant to pull at the busted leg like that.

Didn’t matter, though. He was gonna fix her, and she could hit him all she wanted if it made her feel better, Lucas could take it even if she broke his jaw. He gave her a hard look and poured the bottle’s cool, slick contents over her thigh.

Those wet blues fluttered closed, as the shit took effect.

“… I can feel my bones snapping.”

Lucas grinned, biting his lip to keep most of the infectious glee inside until he could breathe it back down, “Yeah, how about that? Feelin’ pretty good by now I reckon.”

She twisted at the waist, running a hand over her healed thigh before giving him a calculating look, “I-I don’t understand.”

“Bout what?”

“Everything,” she whispered, pulling her legs in, laying an arm over her chest with a slight blush. Guess now that she wasn’t in so much pain she had enough sense to be embarrassed by her tits hanging free. Lucas liked lookin’ at ‘em, but that free fun was over. If he’d wanted to keep ogling her, he coulda just kept her in the horse stall. Naw, Lucas wanted her - wanted to hug her close and wash away the blood and dirty, pat the wounds dry and kiss them better. It was real fuckin’ sappy and stupid and yet he didn’t bother worrying about it now that her leg was healed.

“T-this,” she started, inhaling brutally as Lucas dared put a hand on his calf, “you can’t kill her, take her away from me like that - you can’t snap my fucking leg in half and throw me in some damn pig pen and… and… and feed me candy like some pet and now this?!”

Lucas frowned, feeling like someone had a knife stuck in his stomach, giving it a good wiggle with each seething word.  She shook and cried silent tears, staring heatedly at him while he sat there frozen, just wanting to wrap his arm around her.

As more grief poured outta her, her lips started to quiver like they were hooked up to car batteries, “That asshole h-he killed 'er and now you wanna… just do it already! Just do it!”

Her fists coiled and like a feral cat, she came at him, throwing a jab at his chest and another up into his chin.

Lucas hissed, grabbing at her wrists and pulled her up over his thighs, keeping her claws out of his eyes as she trembled and sobbed; leaking wet tears down into his lap. The only crying girl he’d helped was Zoe when they were teenagers when some cunt had called her fat during lunch. This was… Lucas tried to stop looking at her tits as they bounced while she cried - sought to halt the boner from growing between his legs as her hair tickled the back of his hands. Her eyes opened wide, stared up at him, and suddenly she collapsed into his chest; sniffling.

“Ain’t gonna rape ya…” he told her; pretty lame sounding in truth, but he wasn’t sure what to do with a crazy chick in his lap, curling her fingers around his sides… hugging him hatefully. Bitch was insane, but Lucas couldn’t ignore the warmth he felt as she held him around the middle, trying to suck some sort of comfort from him.

Lucas found himself wrapping his arms around her, holding her bare shoulders, rubbing her shivering, naked back as she whimpered into his chest. Shit circumstances and all, but Lucas loved every second of the contact. She was warm and soft…

“Shh… Hush, now,” he muttered, doing what his Mama used to do for him when he had nightmares… or scuffed up his knees on the stairs. The words just sorta came out without much thought to it, and before Lucas knew what was happenin’, he was whispering sweet nothings to this chick while she breathed easy against him. There on the floor, he held her, feeling her heart thud gently against his stomach.

It was the first real intimate contact he’d had since Eveline showed up, long before that even…and suddenly he couldn’t get enough of it. Lucas groaned, pulling her up and cradled her carefully in his lap. She only struggled for a second before sinking into his arms silently, breathing slow and gentle. Lucas inhaled the stale, blood tinged smell of her hair, found something sweet buried underneath the dirt and sighed.

“Thanks,” he muttered; lips on her scalp. Down beside his stomach, he felt a soft touch, like a thumb brushing the jut of his ribs and shuddered in pleasure.

If this was how good it felt to be held - to hold - and offer comfort then Lucas decided he wasn’t gonna let his Pa get this one. Lucas was gonna keep her safe and sound, and she wasn’t ever gonna feel pain again. If he had to kill ‘em all… he’d do it, just to keep her from cryin’ ever again.