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It's been three days, sleeping in that cozy bed in nothing but an oversized hoodie, no phone, no wifi, nothing. 

It's given me time to think time to plan. 

That motherfucker 'gon die the next time I see him.

How dare he take me to his school and make me a trophy. 

Yesterday at lunch in front of the entire school, he made me straddle him.

 What is that?

*flashback*

"So every one, you've heard of my new girlfriend, um...fiancee. Angel?" Mr douche says puffing out some smoke as he announces to his group of brats.

Motherfuka, don't tell me you forgot my name...

It seems like everybody is staring at us, mainly me.

He sits on one of the chairs and pats on his leg. I hate this nightmare, could somebody please wake me up?

We've been going around the school again, him showing me wierd places like the Poison's lab and the boy's locker room.

I got a lot of perverted stares and whistles from half of the football team.

Mind you, it's not considered as football.

It shouldn't be because, it's rough and mean and loud and so much toxic masculinity.

I swear to God! The next time he caresses my cheek, kisses me, holds my hand or any other part of my body; I will slap him in front of his entire audience.

His legs are spread out just for me, I'll admit that it's kind of hot.

Ow.....did....did somebody hit me...with a Bible?

Who was that?

Anyways....

I notice that his 'friends' are waiting for me to sit n his lap but I'm glued in place.

The last time I sat in somebody's lap...it did not end well.

Ryan's smug smile falters for a millisecond before he plasters it back onto his face.

"Well come on baby. Straddle me like we always do." 

Ugh. If it weren't for all of these awkward stares, I'd barf all over his white shirt.

And as much as I hate to I sigh, put a fake smile on my face and straddle the douche.

"See not so hard ey?" He whispers so that nobody else hears him.

We never lose eye contact and for the first time...

I feel a heart beat.

......

Wait....false alarm....it was my butt

...................................................................................................

 A knock scrambles my thoughts. Scrambled eggs are what I don't like.

But a knock really?

Ryan doesn't knock he just barges in like he owns the place. 

Technically he does, but next time he shouldn't barge in when I'm stark naked.

That's an incredibly embarrassing story saved for some other time.

I get up and drag my feet to the door, I crack it open and see a familiar face.

 "Hi aunt M." she smiles back and sizes me up. 

Just in case you're wondering, we made up after she admitted that she snitched.

He threatened her when he first asked her why she looked nervous.

That asshole, he doesn't know a good thing when he see it.

The poor woman, my hearteu.

"Miga, boss needs you downstairs for breakfast now. Please wear some pants." she says with her motherly voice. But motherly isn't the best word.

She's more experienced with life, almost like a grandmother but...it's rude to call someone your grandmother.

She's like that Aunt who has all the juicy Gossip on the school.

I nod and wave.

Needs me for breakfast, why does that sound so wrong?

 She moves her tiny body into another direction. 

Look at those little feet, they brighten my otherwise dark days.

I walk downstairs in the attire required and smell an amazing aroma. I hear voices in the kitchen and follow them. 

"I can't wait to see her man!" 

"You already have dumbass!"

And I hear a dull smack and yeah... somebody got hit in the head.

I walk in and see two other guys and the devil sitting on bar stools. 

I meant Mr Douche.

No.....I'm right.

They all stop to look at me as soon as I come into view. 

I like the Asian one he is so cute. 

-wait they're both Asian.

"Lena, sit down." The devil says gesturing to the seat next to him. 

Let me consider my choices here, if I sit next to him...he'll feel empowered and I'll feel like a submissive wife to her patriotic husband.

If I say no...he'll get angry and kill me.

"That's okay I'll stand." 

He sighs and says, "Lena meet Asher and Zac." They look like two kids waiting for candy when they both say 'Hi'.

 I wave back smiling. "Asher deals pot for the highest bid and Zac is heir to the Japanese Yakuza. They're twins." I nod completely understanding what he just said. 

He says is casually and simply which is what I like because I am a literal dundahead and I may or may not have cheated on a Geography test and failed.

Zac was the same guy in the portrait that I'd seen earlier. Hot nigga

I get that Zac will rule the most dangerous mafia in the world but Asher deals drugs and he's here? 

Nah I didn't get that at all. 

I lean on the counter and eat the cookies in front of me. "Lena?" He says distracting me. 

"Hm?"I ask annoyed. 

"Did you hear a thing I said?" Ryan demands. So demanding, i bet when he was born he demanded his mother to breastfeed him.

The poor woman.

Unfortunately, I can't say any of that so I just say...

"Yes." 

"Well why are you acting so uncaring?" 

I roll my eyes and stand straight, "What do you expect from me? You think this is some kind of wattpad book where you introduce me to your best friends and I become besties with them?!"

No answer, but I carry on my angry rant. 

"You kidnapped me Ryan, I'm not some stockholmed sicko if that's what you're looking for."

He looks taken aback but straightens his face, he looks mad. 

Veins pulsating and his breathing becoming heavy.

He stands up ready to launch, maybe he's going to hit me.

Whatever...I've been hit before.

Zac tells him to stop, we share a look. 

His deep brown eyes look so haunted yet so comforting at the same time.

Damn. 

We both look away from each other.

Then he stops. 

Huh. 

I carry on eating.

"I have a few questions about you all before I start becoming some kind of pet to one of you." I say pointing at them accusingly.

Ryan takes a breath, he does that a lot. It's like he doesn't breathe for a long time.

Like...wth?

"You may ask."

Zac and Asher look at each other as well, as if they're communicating.

I shoot my question boldly.

"Are you human?"

They all breathe out at the same time and tilt their heads to the side, creepily.

Wtf.

"Of course we are. Why would you ask that?" The all say together and I swear my wig fell off.

"Excuse me, but how is it that y'all snarl like beasts and your eyes change color. And you ..." I said pointing at Mr Douche...."Called that guy you killed a bloodsucker?"

He looks up then back at me, sighing.

"We're human..... but we're not fully human." He begins to explain.

My butt feels heavier as I'm sitting.

"We're all descendants of extinct species of vampires and werewolves. We're not actually these things but we still are."

I blink aggressively, crossing my arms.

"So, what? Am I supposed to automatically understand what that means?!" I demand.

Then the entire room bursts out in laughter

I'm left dumbfounded and flabbergasted.

"Wh...what?"

It's Asher's time to speak, "Where'd you even get that idea?"

"I-"

"Man, you got her! She thought....ha!" He laughed out loud, wheezing on the spot.

I was getting annoyed at this point.

"Well...well. your eyes changed color!"

Zac fell over laughing this time, barely able to stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.

"Bro! When you said she's crazy you didn't say she was schizo!"

Ryan chuckles lowly turning back to me.

He sighs again, "Lena."

"You're going back home."