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Chapter Eighteen|| Trick ass Motherfucker
If you're anything like me, when you hear a noise downstairs in the middle of the night, you don't go see what it is like a dumbass bitch.
You stay in bed, hoping it was just your bitch ass brother.
Usually, it will be your brother, rummaging through the fridge, rarely, it'll be some big ass guys coming here to kidnap you because they think you've been swapping spit with Sam.
Oh, my luck.
"Put the damn rag in her mouth before she screams."
"Who the fuc-"
My sentence was roughly cut off by a rag. Before I knew ir, everything went dark.
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"Hey, wake up!"
I slowly opened my eyes, and stared at the man who had just slapped me across the face, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
At first, I had expected Coen's black beady eyes to be staring back at me but instead found green ones.
"Who the fuck are you?" I growled at him.
He raiser a bushy eye brow at me but didn't answer. Instead, he started dialing someone on his phone.
"Put him on speaker, Tan!" the other guy exclaimed.
Tan scowled. "You fucking dumbass, don't say my real name."
The other guy just shrugged. "I reckon we're gonna kill her anyways, no, boss?"
Tan shrugged. "Most probably."
Wait, what?
The phone rang quite a few times before someone finally picked up.
"Hello?" Sam's groggy voice resonated through the empty walls.
"Samuel Beckham?" Tan questioned.
"Yeah, why the fuck are you calling me from a unknown number at 5 in the morning?"
Tan smirked. "We have your little girlfriend, I'd suggest you come get her if you want her alive."
The other line went silent for a few seconds. "Which girlfriend?"
Tan's buddy padded me on the back as an encouragement to speak.
I hissed. "Ow, you fucking trick ass motherfucker, don't fucking touch me."
"That'd be Sawyer," Sam answered himself, "Look, she's not my girlfriend, and to be honest, she's not even my friend period. So for all I care, you can shoot her in the fucking face."
I gasped. This fucker was just going to leave me for dead.
"Look you fucking Squidward ass piece of shit, you dragged me into this and now you're going to get me the fuck out. If I you're not here in 15 minutes, and if I die, I'll fucking make you suck my ass as a ghost."
Tan looked at me. "That didn't make any sense," he whispered.
"You can suck a nut," I growled at him.
I heard Sam sigh from the other side of the line. "I'm not going," He said and finally hung up.
I scoffed. "After all I did for that bitch," I muttered.
"Don't feel bad, Sawyer, he's coming," Tan said.
"He literally said he wasn't and hung up. So can you get it over with and just shoot me in the head or something."
Tan chuckled. "He hesitated, maybe he won't be here in 15 minutes, but his conscience will eat him alive. Trust me, he'll come. Right, Ernie?"
Ernie nodded. "Yeah, whatever he said."
"Why are you even after Sam in the first place?" I asked.
Tan sighed and sat down next to me. "He killed my brother and I want revenge. At first, I was planning to kill Samuel's brother but I really don't like that fucker's aura. Imagine being stuck with that bitch in a room? Fuck that."
"So why me? You could have gotten any other girl or his dad or I don't fucking know, why the fuck am I involved?"
Ernie dropped a stack of photos on my lap.
All of them were of Sam and me. Smiling at each other, laughing, making weird faces. They were all taken from a far.
One was taken fron my room. Sam had his finger's wrapped around my hair, watching as I fell asleep.
Wow, I don't know what was more creepy. The guy who took this picture or Sam, who was watching me sleep.
"He likes you," Tan finally said, "I'll even go off on a limb and say he's in love with you."
"If he were in love with me, he would treat me better and not like a pile of-"
"You know, you could have at least given me an address, I would have been here sooner if I didn't have to track your number down."
I turned and saw Sam. He was wearing sweat pants and a random red shirt, he was pointing the gun directly at Tan.
Tan immediately brought up his gun as well.
"You seem oddly familiar," Sam said with a smirk, "Do I know you?"
Tan hissed at him. "You killed my fucking brother, you piece of shit."
Sam tilted his head and smiled. "Oh, yeah, now that I see it, you kinda do look like him. You know, before I blew his head off."
"You fucking-"
Tan was abruptly cut off my Ernie. "Boss, you betta think. We wanna torture him first, don't we?"
"How about you let the girl go first, then we'll start talking about who torture's who."
There was no way Sam could beat these two. Sure, he was pretty strong for his age, but these guys were twice his size.
I felt the cold tip of the gun on my temple. "You're right, we should get rid of her first."
Sam's facial features changed for a split second.
"What, pretty boy? Is she your weakness?" Tan chuckled, "She's awfully pretty despite the fact she looks like a boy."
"Watch it, fucker," I managed to say even though I was shitting my pants.
Sam dropped his gun and kicked it over to us.
Yeah, we weren't going to make it out of this alive. I just want to say that I'm sorry God and that I'm sorry that I didn't get to lick whipped cream off of Harry Styles's four nipples and-
"You see, Sawyer, I told you that this boy was in love with you," Tan said with a smirk as he bent over to pick up the gun.
I kicked him in the ass- ha, I literally kicked his ass- which gave Sam the opportunity to pick up both guns as Tan stumbled onto the floor.
He wasted no time shot Tan on the leg and Ernie on the face.
Oh, fuck that. I'm not going to sleep for a couple of nights.
"Say hello to your brother for me, will you?"
Tan spat at Sam. "You're one cruel fucker, you know that?" Tan growled.
Sam smirked. "I know," he said. He then proceeded by turning to me.
"Look away," he mouthed.
I turned and heard the gunshot. For the first time in a while, I felt tears building up in my eyes.
I know, I had witnessed Sam kill that one drug lord but this was different somehow.
"Hey, hey, don't cry," Sam said as he stepped over to me.
I stiffened as he wiped the tear off my face. He started at me but just shook his head.
"Let's get you home."
Author's Note
Ah, sorry I haven't updated in a while but just know that I probs won't be updating as often.
My grandmother had a car crash yesterday morning and she hasn't woken up so I'm not feeling emotionally stable at the moment.
I'll try to update as much as possible but I'll see what's up.
Leave me a fucking comment because I am very, very lonely.