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June 9th, 2023
3 AM

"I'm fuckin' regretting this so bad." Sawyer cried into the pillow, his boney fuckin' knee digging into my sides.

"Just let me die." he moaned, tortured as the screams from upstairs grew louder as well as the pounding of the headboard against the world. "I should have let your ass go through this shit alone."

Dead to the sounds, I happily snuggled into my pillow, comforter pulled up around my neck, pink earplugs tucked into my ears. Nearly asleep, the sound of Sawyer's voice was muffled. I was happily fuckin' oblivious.

"Why the fuck didn't you warn me?" he whined, kicking my ankle. I huffed and continued to try to fall asleep, wanting to forget what was happening downstairs.

"I feel so bad for your ass – having to go through this shit — Athena? Are you listening to me, cunt? How the fuck can you sleep like this??"

I felt Sawyer press up against my back and rolled my eyes.

"Athena? Are you dead, bitch? What the fuck is wrong–" he pulled down the covers and gasped loudly, instantly, one ear plug was torn from my little ear. I jumped and lunged for it, already feeling my heart shrivel and contract at the loud noises directly above the room I was staying in.

"--give it back, you little shithead!" I yelped when he tore the other one out of my ear and glared at me. Sawyer already had dark circles underneath his eyes, and his hair was a worse mess than mine, and lemme tell you; that was saying something.

Sawyer smacked my thigh and held the earplugs in his fist. "Fuck no! It's MY turn. I had to suffer through this shit for an hour! That piece of shit woke me up."

"I told your ass to buy some! But noooo, you were like, "I don't need them, blah, blah, blah." Now, gimme!"

Sawyer sniffed and stuck his nose up in the air, cringing as muffled 'fuck yeah' were expelled from the woman's mouth. I cringed as well and held out a hand.

"You know the rules, bitch," Sawyer sneered, whacking the back of my head with a hand. "If we both don't have earplugs, we BOTH have to suffer through this. BBFMFL code."

I whined threw my head back against the soft pillows, and pulled the cover over my head. "Why did you have to bring up the BBFMFL code? You suck nuts." I sulked, stuffing my head underneath the pillow, hoping to dispel the sounds.

But no such fuckin' luck.

"I do," he cackled and joined me underneath the covers. He threw his prickly leg over my own and together, we suffered through the sounds of JK.

( I was back to calling him JK since he was an asshole and I didn't feel like calling him that ).

Calling him Jungkook would be intimate, and now, I didn't want fuckin' shit to do with him.

"Athena?" Sawyer asked quietly once the women's screams died down, looks like the bitch finally orgasmed, and we were left in heavenly silence. The sound of Sawyer's soft voice had me tensing beside him.

He knew. Fuck my life; why did he always know my feelings.

"Yeah, S?" I answered back, just as quietly, feeling my throat clog with unshed emotion – and hating myself when it did. I was Athena Jayden motherfuckin' Green.

Why did I feel my heart sink at the thought of JK? Sure, I was envious of the women he was fucking, but who wouldn't? But this feeling was different. Hurt, perhaps? Whatever fuckin' feeling it was, it was unwelcome. I didn't need that shit in my life.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, of course I am, bro! Why wouldn't I be?" I forced a smirk on my face in the darkness. I could feel Sawyer looking at me underneath the cover. We lay down beside one another in silence before his hand was holding mine – squeezing it. His silent comfort was welcome, and I squeezed back gratefully.

"Ya know," he said suddenly when voices were heard from upstairs, "Some people just need a high five...in the face...with a fuckin' taser. He's some people."

Sawyer's words had me laughing until my stomach hurt.

"You know what we should do tomorrow? I was thinking we'd–oh for fuck's sake!" Sawyer yelled into the pillow as we began hearing those loud noises about forty minutes later.

I whimpered and stuffed my face in the pillow, tightening my hand around Sawyer's, picturing it was JK's neck.

"Oh, JK! Please! PLEASE!" she screamed thunderously, mewling so loudly that it was as if she was in my fuckin' room.

"Oh JK~" Sawyer mocked, "Please, I hope that motherfuckin' bastard tears her cunt in two and she's got to have stitches."

*bang* *bang* *clunk* *bang*

*bang* *bang* *clunk* *clunk* *banggggg*

I snorted loudly into my pillow, "You're so mean...but not gonna lie, I hope he gets fuckin' crabs."

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June 8th, 2023
4: 30 am

"Motherfuck this shit, I'm leaving." I grouched, touching the bags underneath my eyes as the noises started up again. It died down an hour ago, and Sawyer and I FINALLY were able to sleep.

But God must hate my fuckin' guts because the fuckin' noises started up. Again.

"Fuck this shit, don't forget me, bitch." Sawyer hissed, cheeks flushing with anger as he tripped out of bed, along with me. I zipped up an oversized jacket and grabbed my phone, knowing my hair was a fuckin' mess and I wasn't even gonna try to fix that shit until we were away from this god-forsaken house.

"You got the fuckin' car, bitch. Why would I leave your ass?" I snapped tiredly, grabbing my phone from the small table beside the door. I bumped my hip against the edge of that stupid table to turn on the light.

Sawyer blinked and shielded his eyes from the light and picked up his duffle and phone. "I'm going to curse those bitches upstairs for the rest of my life."

I tiredly smirked and nodded in agreement.

"Let's blow this fuckin' popsicle stand."

"You ain't seeing me complain!" Sawyer snickered, grabbing his keys and we were out the door.

Quietly, we sneaked down the hallway and made it to the kitchen.

Sawyer swaggered through the top-notch kitchen like he owned it and swung open the fridge. "Since that shit eater is keeping my ass up – and I need my beauty sleep – I'm stealing his fuckin' water and —Ohhhhhh! Is that yogurt!? HA, I'm taking this with me!"

I gasped in offense, "Share, you shit! Throw me some of them, too!" I was smirking. I hadn't been able to snoop around JK's kitchen, since he never trusted me in it – but now he wasn't here to stop me this time!

Hmmm, should I cook something and purposely set something aflame?

Sawyer snorted and threw me a bottle of water and a strawberry yogurt – my favorite in this entire world. Huh, and it was my favorite brand too.

"C'mon, let's find some spoons–"

"JK, babe, I'm getting some water!" a familiar woman's voice called out, already near the kitchen.

"Oh fuck this shit!" Sawyer yelled quietly, grabbing me up my jacket collar and dragging me to the counter that hid us away from sight. We huddled up against one another, holding onto each other.

The woman entered the kitchen, humming under her breath, the familiar annoying fuckin' sound making me have a headache.

"Is it just me or does the voice sound familiar?" I said in a hush, pressing my back against the island as the fridge opened and I heard the sound of heavy feet pounding on the stairs.

I threw my head back and groaned.

Just what the fuck I needed. For that bitch JK to find me – no us in the kitchen. He'd tear me a new asshole and forbid me to see Bammy.

"You find the water?" I heard his rough musical voice say, and I closed my eyes, huddling more against Sawyer – praying to the gods he wouldn't find us.

"Yeah, want one?" that annoying voice asked, and I cringed.

"Thanks." JK sighed, and the sound of the water bottle opening made Sawyer and I jump and clutch onto one another tighter.

Jealousy churned my stomach as giggling was heard and the sound of a hand meeting flesh was heard. An even higher-pitched laugh was heard before that woman spoke again.

"Fuck me over the couch?"

—sonofamotherfuckin'bitch

Sawyer held onto me tighter as a grunt was heard from JK.

"Course, baby." he agreed, making me cringe.

Ew, just motherfuckin' EW.

"I'd know that fuckin' annoying voice from anywhere! That's that creepy Liddy Johnson from down the road!" Sawyer hissed into my ear as moaning was heard inside the living room.

My stomach dropped but I forced an amused smirk.

"Really?" I returned, "Didn't think she had it in her."

Sawyer pressed a kiss to the back of my head, "C'mon, let's sneak back to the room and tomorrow we'll go out and do something fun, okay?"

"Sounds like a damn good plan to me."

Slowly, with my heart pumping inside my chest and my face paling, Sawyer and I sneaked across the floor by crawling until we reached the hallway.

Thanking the gods that we weren't heard, we hauled fuckin' ass down the corridor until I locked us in the guest room.

The moment I shut the light off and placed my phone on the table beside the door, I tripped over Sawyer's big ass feet and fell forward.

"FUCK!" I cried, the right side of my face bashing into the corner of the table.

I yelped covering my mouth to muffle any pained noises as my temple throbbed. White hot pain shot down my spine, and had my shoulders stiffening.

"Ohmyfuckingchrist! Athena?" Sawyer kicked at my leg, panicking as I cradled my face, on my knees.

"Yeah." I winced, gingerly touching the slightly deep little cut underneath my right eye. "Fuck, it hurts!" I gritted my teeth as the light from Sawyer's phone came on and he knelt by my side – guilty frowning.

"Here, lemme see," he cupped my face in his hands and pulled my face up. "...fuck – that looks bad."

"Like botched bad or like I got punched in the fuckin' eye bad?" I asked, wincing at the prodding.

Sawyer sucked his teeth, "Mix of fuckin' both I t's starting to swell, and the cut doesn't look like it needs stitches but you'll have one hell of a black eye and a cut."

"Great." I snorted, "Just what I fuckin' need."

Sawyer helped me stand up and walked me over to the bed.

"Okay, let's just stay up and keep you awake," he said with a sorry smile, "Just in case you have a concussion."

I gaped at him, "But you won't get any sleep!"

Athena NEEDED her sleep or she was a raging fuckin' bitch.

Sawyer rolled his eyes, "Bitch, you know I'd do anything for your little ass. And Uncle Sean and the rest of the guys would suspend me from the ceiling by my nut sac if I didn't take care of you."

"Shut up!" I winced when I laughed, holding the side of my throbbing face. Sawyer and I reclined against the pillows and discussed what we were doing tomorrow when his next words threw me for a loop.

"I wanna get even with those bastards," he said as the moans and mewls grew louder. I side-eyed with, a pained smirk on my lips as I dabbed at the blood that dribbled into my fuckin' eyeball.

"Revenge is beneath us, babe." I said blankly, "But accidents do happen." I match his smirk with the piece of paper towel pressed against my temple and eye.

Sawyer raised an amused brow, "You still got that Nair?"

I nodded instantly.

"Then I gotta a fuckin' plan!"

a/n ; thanks for reading!