𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
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We all sat in the Twinkie as John B drives us to the warehouse. JJ's sat next to me, his hands cradling the gold while his head rests on my shoulder. A few minutes earlier, Kiara has stolen my cigarette, ripping it from my parted lips and using it as her own, a sigh of relief immediately escaping. My eyes widened before furrowing at the fact she took my blunt, didn't even ask, just snatched it.

"Make another," She laughs.

"That was the last one," I snap, rolling my eyes and moving my head to look out the window at the road as we pass over the bridge.

"So," Pope speaks up, "They keep money out here?" He points out at the run down shacks.

"That's what she said," JJ shrugs, lifting his head, a small chuckle escapes his lips, "That's what she said."

I snort at his childishness and Pope glares over at the both of us, causing JJ's head to lower in shame, "Stop."

"I've never even heard of Resurrection Drive," Sarah says from the passenger seat, causing us all to turn towards her.

"Cause you're rich," JJ and I mumble in unison.

"You guys have never heard of it, either." Kie purses his lips, before sitting up to glance into the forest as we pass, "There's nothing but weeds back there."

"Alright, just 'cause it's just weeds, doesn't mean it's, like. . ." JJ trails off, unsure of how he was planning to finish that sentence.

My back straightens at the noise of a police siren, causing my head to curve around, noticing a car driving slowly behind, "Cops?" I furrow my eyebrows, "Out here?"

The blonde beside me throws his arms up, "God! Are you kidding me? Why are we getting pulled over?"

I smack his chest, motioning towards the gold in his hands, "Stash that."

"I hate cops," He rolls his jaw.

My brother swivels in his seat, tapping JJ's shoulder, "Did you bring the gun?"

"No, okay?" He shrugs while wrapping the gold in cloth, "Everybody told me to leave it back at the place."

"Ava, did you bring it?" John B moves his gaze to me, "Usually, if he doesn't have it, you do."

"Me?" I tilt my head head, hissing, "What? No, I don't have it. Rude of you to think I would."

"Thank god!" Kie exclaims, throwing her head back, "Put everything else in your bag, now!"

I let out a laugh, noticing the bags of weed in JJ's bag, "How much fucking weed do you have? And why don't you share it?"

He smirks up at me for a split second before rushing to shove his bag under the seat. We all stop still at the sound a gun cocking though the front window and my eyes lift up to see a shotgun barrel aimed at John B's head.

"Why don't I go ahead and see them hands in the air?" The man with a mask on growls, "All y'all's hands up in the air now! You—" He speaks directly to John, "—out of the car! Let's go! Hurry!" He motions towards the door behind me, "Let them out!"

I let out a shaky breath and JJ's hand moves to rest on my thigh but his eyes stay trained on the armed man. My brother does as he's told, sliding the back door open and suddenly the gun is turned on us, "Go on! Go on! Let's get out the car! Let's go!"

His shouts are continuous and loud while we all do as he instructs, quickly jumping down from the vehicle with our hands raised, "Hurry up!"

"Look, we're broke—" JJ starts as soon as he's stepped down but he's shoved back by the barrel of the gun.

"Shut the hell up! Shut up!" Roughly, he starts to point to the ground, "Lay down in the ditch! Lay down in the ditch!"

Slowly, we all do what he demands, getting down on our knees as he paces back and forth in front of us, still yelling the same instruction over and over again. JJ glances over to me, but his head is whacked down, causing me to flinch, "FACE DOWN ON THE GROUND!" We lower our chests until our foreheads are hovering just above the dirty floor, "DON'T LET ME SEE YOU LOOK UP! Alright? That's all you gotta do!"

My breath stops when the shot gun is placed against the top of my hair, a single tear rolls down my cheeks as my eyes flick quickly over to JJ, his eyes just as wide as mine, "Get up!" The man shouts directly at me.

"Leave her the fuck alone! Okay, just leav—" JJ attempts to protest.

"Shut up! Did I tell you that you could talk? SHUT UP!" He looks back at me, "Get up, pretty girl!"

I clench my jaw as I slowly rise again, mud now covering my knees and elbows. A quiet yelp passes my lips as a hand is wrapped around my throat, throwing me around and pressing me into the side of the van roughly.

JJ's head shoots up at the crash, "GET THE FUCK OFF HER! Get your fucking hands off of her!"

The gun's on him now, the man glaring at him with his hand still tight around my neck, "If you speak one more fuckin' word, she's dead. And I don't mess around!"

JJ's nostril flares and his jaw clenches as his eyes meet mine, pleading for me to do something, anything, to get myself out of this situation.

"You remember me, yeah?" The man brings his mouth to my ear and whispers so the others can't hear.

I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head slightly. He tilts his head at me, his eyes running up and down my body as I let out a shaky breath, "Ouch, Golden Girl. That hurts."

That name. Only one person ever called me that. Rafe's drug dealer.

"Barry?" I snap, anger now surging through my body, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He laughs, nodding, "Yeah, that's right. I must say, I'm surprised you ditched Country Club for them." He turns to the others for a second, allowing for my eyes to lock with JJ's desperate ones again, his chest pumping up and down in anger, "for him." Barry points towards the blonde with his shotgun, "I liked you, I really did but now you gotta tell me where the fucking gold is."

I turn my head to the side slightly, the feel of his breath on my neck making me want to gag, "You know I can't do that.l

Barry's grip on my neck never loosens until he aggressively shoves me back again, my back almost cracking against the van, a groan of escaping my lips.

JJ's hands clench around his hat while he listens, his anger becoming more and more obvious, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, wanting nothing more than to blow a bullet through Barry's head and he smacks his fist angrily against the ground, "Goddamn it." A few tears pour down his cheeks as he watches me get terrorised.

"Tell me, Golden Girl." Barry snarls.

I shake my head frantically, sniffing loudly, "I can't, Barry. No snitches, right? That was always your fucked up moto?"

JJ's eyebrows furrow after hearing my words, he can only hear the things that leave my lips, he can't make out what Barry's saying to me, causing the whole situation to become more confusing from him.

"Guess I'll just have to look for myself," He moves away, throwing me back down onto the ground beside JJ, a groan escaping my lungs, "Same position as them, Golden Girl." He shouts, "Now!"

I nod and squeeze my eyes shut again in an attempt to prevent myself from spitting an insult at him while he ventures into the Twinkie, searching through all of our stuff.

"Ava?" JJ whispers from beside me, his head turned to me, "Ava— fuck, oh my god. I'm so fucking sorry. Are you okay?"

I look at him and he notices my tired eyes and how fast my chest is pumping, but there is no tears running down my cheeks.

His nostrils flare as he bites his lip, "It's ok—"

"I can still hear ya talkin', lover boy!" Barry shouts, "SHUT THE HELL UP! Okay?"

I hear someone moving beside us, only to see my brother standing up, keeping his body low, "JB? No, no, no, no. Stop right fucking now!" I hiss and start to get up myself only from JJ to push me down again, shooting me a look, "John? Please."

He runs quickly over to Barry's car, sliding quickly into the back seat. The drug dealer finally steps out of the van, equipping the gun again, "Alright, y'all stay just like that! Unless you want your brains blown out all over this road, don't move your goddamn heads, okay?" He points at me, "Especially you, Golden Girl. I know ya, ya always have tricks up ya fuckin' sleeves. So, don't move!"

JJ's body shakes as he wishes to murder the man threatening the group but he stays still, his head turned fully to me, his eyes trained on mine as if it's a comfort for him.

Barry rushes into his car, only for John B to steal his gun and jump out again. Immediately, JJ is running over to aid his best friend, so are the rest of us as Barry starts to fight the boys.

I punch him across the jaw, his face whipping to the side at the impact. He glares at me for a moment before shoving me back, sending me skidding against the gravel road, my knees getting cut on impact but I'm straight back up again, kicking his now laid down body in the gut. He stops moving, just breaths heavily with his back pressed against the car. Pope runs around, the gold secured in his hands and I kneel down in front of Barry, ripping his mask off.

"Still as ugly as I remember," I spit lowly, rising up again and standing beside JJ, "You're so fucking sick in the head."

"He's a basehead," JJ shouts, his chest pumping up and down even more than before, "He sells coke to my dad."

"Listen, I could've hurt any single of y'all—" He begins.

"You fucking touched her! So, shut the fuck up!" JJ yells, whacking the butt of the gun into his face, causing Barry to fall to the side slightly, "I COULD FUCKING KILL—"

"JJ!" I pull him back, but he struggles against me, wanting to do it over and over until the drug dealer is limp and dead on the road, "Stop."

He gently pushes past me, grabbing Barry's ID card and reading it for a second, "We got one last stop." He snarls before waltzing back to the Twinkie, leaving the rest of us in silence, "Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives!"

"I'm gonna remember this shit!" Barry bellows, "You can't hide from me. I KNOW WHO Y'ALL ARE!" He raises his voice as we begin to leave, "Especially you, Golden Girl!"

I whirl around on my heel, quickly swinging my leg back to kick his face in, causing him to crumble to the floor again, "I can't believe I actually told you my fucking secrets," I walk backwards, my eyes still on his crawling form as I bring up both middle fingers, "Fuck you, Barry!"

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