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Kylie Klaire

"I'm sick of this town and everyone in it."

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a character in “The Drive”, as played by desire99600

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"Love will fucking destroy you."




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Image| Full Name |
"Yeah, I know. My initials are KKK." Kylie Kimberly Klaire [ Ky - Lee ]

| Nickname |
"There's not a whole lot you can do with a name like Kylie." People typically just call her Kylie or sometimes Ky or K.

| Age |
"Freshly graduated." Eighteen years-old

| Gender |
"Ouch, babe, you can't tell?" Female

| Role |
"Sick of this town and all the people in it." Girl Two




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Image| Markings |
"My mother would kill me if she knew."
Piercings
When it comes to piercings, Kylie has several. She did them all herself, or had her best friend do them. She had one in her nose, and a total of seven going all the way up her right ear, as well as three in her left ear. Just recently, she pierced her own belly button ring too. Her mother only knows about her nose, because she can't take it out or it will close, but she keeps all the others out around her so she doesn't know about them.
Scars
Kylie hates her scars. They remind her of things she'd rather forget, so she really hates people seeing or touching them. She thinks they're ugly and they're her biggest insecurity. She has burn scars on the back of her neck, under her hair, as well as a long cut scar on her upper right thigh.
Tattoos
Finally, when it comes to tattoos, she has a couple. They're small and in places she can easily cover them because, if her mother knew about them, there'd be no end to the shit she'd get, so she hides them from her. She's got the quote "Love will tear us apart" in a small font under her left breast as well as a tribal lion at the small of her back.




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"I like having a good time."
ā™„ Art
ā™„ Parties
ā™„ Bad boys
ā™„ Gracie
ā™„ Cats
ā™„ Big dogs
ā™„ Smoking

| Dislikes |
"This fucking town."
āœ— Her mother
āœ— Apple Creek
āœ— Church
āœ— Little kids
āœ— Her mother's parties
āœ— Being told what to do
āœ— The color orange

| Fears |
"I'm fearless."
ā˜  Losing Gracie āž› Kylie has lost a lot of people in her life, so her biggest fear, naturally, is losing more. Gracie is the person she cares most about in the world, and losing her would absolutely devastate her.
ā˜  Her father āž› Kylie is afraid of ever seeing her father again. After he ran out on them, it left a hole in her life, and she's not sure what would happen if she ever saw him again, she just knows it'd be horribly ugly.
ā˜  Getting stuck āž› There's nothing more Kylie wants in her life than to get the hell out of Apple Creek, go to college, succeed, and live her life. She's terrified she'll get stuck in Apple Creek and end up just like her mother.




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"I'm fucking insane." Kylie is a little bit crazy. A lot has happened in her life, and it's had a pretty huge impact on her. She's the kind of girl that hides her feelings behind wild behavior, and a lot of partying. Generally, she's pretty sheltered. She smokes cigarettes, and drinks liquor, and has even smoked pot and shoplifted a couple times, but she's never done anything too serious. She couldn't. He mother would literally kill her.

However, she does push the rules as much as she can. She hates her mother, and the box she's always trying to put her in, making her her image of the perfect daughter, so she tends to rebel, not only to piss her off but to forget all the bullshit that's happened in her life. She's lost a lot of people, and people are always expecting something out of her, and it drives her absolutely nuts.

She's wild, and reckless, and always getting herself and Gracie into trouble. She loves doing stupid things, as long as Gracie's there by her side. She'd never admit it, in a thousand years, but she's extremely dependant on Gracie. She doesn't know what to do when she's without her, and that's why she's so terrified to be separated from her after their summer's over.

Kylie's the loud girl. She's not afraid to have fun, or get angry, the only emotion she's afraid to feel is pain. She doesn't let herself. Instead, she gets pissed or goes to a party, or heads to Gracie's house and comes up with some plan that gets them into trouble. She wants people to think she's tough. She never wants anyone to pity her because of what's happened in her life, so she doesn't let them. She shows people that she's happy, and crazy, and, if pissed off, a force to be reckoned with. She's actually, fairly sensitive, she just doesn't let people see it.

One thing about Kylie is that she does what she wants, when she wants, and if you try to get in her way, she'll cut you down without so much as thinking. Once she's got an idea in her head, there's no getting it out, she's pretty much dead set on it.

Her whole life, she's had other people trying to define her, and tell her who she's supposed to be, and she hates it, so she spends all her time trying to not be that person they want her to. This causes confusion for her. It keeps her from understanding who she really is ant it's hard. At times, she feels like she's going insane, and the fragile strings holding her together will finally snap.




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| History |
"I can't wait to get the hell out of this town. It's suffocating me." Kylie blames some of her insanity on the town, Apple Creek. She feels like she's going stir crazy, being stuck there. It's the kind of town people are born, raised and die in.

It's also the kind of town where, if you skip Sunday service, you run the risk of being shamed for the rest of your life. The rest of the world seems to have forgotten about Apple Creek, Ohio. It might as well be on it's own planet. This is where she's lived her entire life.

She's never once left Apple Creek except to go to little sites just outside out town boundaries where the teenagers hang out, but that's about it. Her entire life has been centered around the little town and she's sick of it.

Besides the preacher, her father was everyone's favorite person. He was the mayor. To the people, he was smiling, good-humored, kind-hearted, and open. Everyone loved him, and the way he ran the town and no one questioned him even a little.

He was Kylie's favorite person in the world. It was clear that, of all his children, Kylie was, by far, his favorite, and she was glad to be the golden child.

Her mother is, and has always been, a horrendous control freak, and there was no one she'd be harder on than her father. She watched her mother rip into her father on a daily basis, and, when he wasn't around, since she was his favorite, she'd turn her attention on her. It was tense in their household. Their mother would push their father to his breaking point, but for some reason, Kylie never blamed her father. Her mother was the monster, not him.

Her father, however, was not perfect. She may have idolized him, as had the whole town, be he could be bitter and cruel at times. It's hard for Kylie, because her memories of her father are conflicted. As a child, he could do no wrong to her, but as she got older, her memories became more and more painful, and then one day, when she was twelve, they woke up, and he was just gone.

It was a huge loss for the entire town, as well as her family, especially his children, who were now left alone with their mother. The entire town pitied them, and Kylie couldn't even go to the grocery store with her mother without being whispered about.

Her mother became the new mayor making her even more of a control freak, and after about a year of pain at their father's loss, the children were about ready to break. And one of them did.

Her oldest sister committed suicide when she was thirteen. Everyone thought it was an accident, and her mother was good and controlling the publicity, but Kylie and the family knew the truth.

If that wasn't enough, later that year, there was a fire. Her beautiful, huge, gaudy home went up in flames. The insurance replaced everything, to her mother's relief, but they couldn't replace the lives of Kylie's six siblings it had claimed. She'd nearly been killed, but she'd been on the first floor with her mother, where as her siblings had been on the third, making them harder to reach.

At fifteen, just as she was starting high school, she met Tyler. He didn't exactly fit in the churchly little town of Apple Creek, and he certainly didn't fit with the mayor's crazy daughter, but she wanted him anyway. Everyone was constantly trying to push them apart, but she was head over heels, willing to do anything he said.

And then, after two years, at seventeen, just like her father, he disappeared, leaving her no explanation, and it devastated her. It's been a year since his disappearance, and she's clung that much harder to Gracie since then, unable to go even a day without seeing her. Her mother pushes her to be the perfect daughter, and she tries, but for some reason she keeps failing, so to avoid the pain of actually putting in effort and never being good enough, she acts out. She hates that she's a constant disappointment, and there's nothing she wants more then to get the hell out of Apple Creek and away from her past.




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Sounds of Madness
Shinedown
Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!

Oh my, here we go...

Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus:]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus]

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...

[Chorus]

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]

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Traces
Sky Ferreirat
You were just a boy
With an appetite
Hate it when you leave stains in my bed
I know I should've read
All the warning signs
But I fell for all your white lies again

Nothing you do, no nothing you say
Is gonna take the damage away
Oh, nothing you do, no nothing you say
Is gonna take the bruises away

You've bit bit bitten off
You've bit bit bit bitten off
More than you can chew
I I'm getting rid of you
I I'm get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you

I was just a girl, in the fantasy
Dreamin that you would be good for me
But now I see your greed
Now that I bleed
This time I'm gonna go set you free

Nothing you do, no nothing you say
Is gonna take the damage away
Oh, nothing you do, no nothing you say
Is gonna take the bruises away

You've bit bit bitten off
You've bit bit bit bitten off
More than you can chew
I I'm getting rid of you
I I'm get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you

Ate my heart in every way,
Ate my heart in every way
Lockin the cage
Starin at you I'll stray
Can't get your way today

You've bit bit bitten off
You've bit bit bit bitten off
More than you can chew
I I'm getting rid of you
I I'm get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you
Get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you
Get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you
Get get get getting rid of
Get get get getting rid of traces of
Traces, the traces, the traces of you


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So begins...

Kylie Klaire's Story

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Tyler rubbed her back gently, making her close her eyes and enjoy it, loving when they could actually get along and function like a couple for once. ā€œI hate to break it to you babe, but I gotta stay the whole time.ā€ He sighed and she sighed too, lighting her own cigarette and bringing it to her lips. ā€œBryan doesnā€™t throw parties for the hell of it like us.ā€ He said and she watched him flick away his cigarette. ā€œAnd, heā€™ll notice if me or Matt are missing.ā€ He said holding her eyes and, even though she didn't like it, Kylie just sighed and nodded.

He placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss, making her moan softly against his lips as he kissed her gently. She knew if she ever had a "normal" relationship she'd get bored with it in a minute, but she had to admit, when he kissed her softly like that, it almost made her miss when they were together back in Apple Creek.

ā€œBut, Iā€™ll try my best to stay sober for you.ā€ He breathed against her lips, and she smirked against his, knowing that there was no way that would happen. He wouldn't be able to resist the drugs at the party any more than she would. He might hold out for a while, but she knew he'd eventually cave. ā€œBesides someoneā€™s gotta hold your hair back when youā€™re throwing up.ā€ He smirked and she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

The song switched and he stood, pulling her up, making her raise a brow at him as he dragged her towards the other dancers. ā€œLetā€™s dance.ā€ He said, pulling her close and Kylie smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. The party was filling fast and she knew, in less than a half hour it'd be completely packed.




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Gracie hopped down from the wall and it was silent between them for a long time as the party didn't break up, but he didn't speak because he really had nothing else to say. ā€œI know Matty.ā€ She finally said and he glanced at her. ā€œAnd, I love you too. When I see the rest of my life all I see is you. Itā€™s always going to be you, thatā€™ll never change.ā€ She breathed, not looking at him and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. ā€œThe day you leave meā€¦will be the day I stop breathing.ā€ She said and he smirked because he knew that'd never happen. ā€œBut, I canā€™t change who I am. Iā€™m a fuck up, a run around, a slut.ā€ She sighed, making him wince, hating that he'd called her that and now she believed it. She wasn't a slut. ā€œJust like my mother. You can hit me around all you want, get pissed off, even kill me. But it wonā€™t change me.ā€

He sighed, knowing that was true. No matter how hard he tried, he'd never change her. He'd never wanted to though. He loved her just the way she was, even if she drove him absolutely nuts. He watched the dancers, spotting a familiar flash of red hair making it's way through the crowd towards them and he sighed. Bonnie. She was young, and incredibly beautiful, and was always after him for some reason, but, so far, he'd been able to dodge her.

ā€œHey Matt.ā€ She grinned as she came up to them, like Gracie wasn't even there.

ā€œSo there is a rumor going around that you and your old lady are over.ā€ She smirked and he raised a brow as she laced their fingers and asked him to dance. He glanced at the other dancers, then at Gracie, about to tell her no when Gracie spoke up.

ā€œWow. Word travels fast huh.ā€ She said, rolling her eyes. ā€œHeā€™d love to. Besides itā€™s only one dance Matty.ā€ She said giving him a smile and he sighed and nodded, turning back to Bonnie.

"Alright." He breathed. "One dance." But before he'd even finished, she was pulling him towards the other dancers.

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Gracie watched as Bonnie pulled Matt onto the dance floor and she couldnā€™t help but get a little jealous even though sheā€™d been the one to offer him up for one dance, but she knew Bonnie, she had just as much game as her cousin Bryan and one dance would turn into a couple drinks and maybe if she got enough drinks in Matt, she could talk him into bed with her and Matt had every right to sleep with her.

Gracie hopped back up on the wall and pulled her cigarettes out to realize she had none left. ā€œShit.ā€ She breathed, if he was going to sit there and watch another girl lure Matty into bed she needed something. She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do.

ā€œYour Mattā€™s girl right?ā€ she heard a voice, causing her to glance to the side and she smirked see in a guy she vaguely recognized from their parties. She watched him light a cigarette and take a drag before passing it to her.

ā€œYeahā€¦ā€ she answered hesitating before taking the cigarette from him.

ā€œThen let me ask you, why is he out there with Bonnie and your all by yourself over here?ā€ he asked with a casual smirk and she bit her lip and just shrugged. He was much too old for her that much was obvious by the number of tattoos that covered his body, marking just how long heā€™d been living that life, she had learned that each tattoo on guys, told a story in their world and his told a million different one. ā€œFrankie.ā€ he introduced himself.

ā€œGracie.ā€ She shook his hand blowing out a cloud of smoke and the second sheā€™d taken the cigarette from him almost felt like a set up and she wished she hadnā€™t but she continued to play it cool as he moved a little closer hopping up onto the wall and sitting next to her.



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When they got out on the dance floor Kylie wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her close. Tyler was normally far to cool to dance, though he knew he owed at least that to Ky. Weather she was willing to admit it or not she was a girl and doing stupid couply things like dancing would win her over and Tyler knew that, because his father had pretty much drilled it into Tylerā€™s head how to manipulate a girl when he was younger and Tyler had to admit his dad had been right about it all.

He held her close resting his head on the top of her head and he wished that he could be the man she needed him to be. He wished that every girl that looked his way wasnā€™t a threat and he sure as hell wished that Bryan would cut his shit out with Gracie, Tyler wasnā€™t stupid, Bryan told him everything and he knew that if Bryan was sleeping with Gracie it was only a matter of time before he talked Kylie into bed and it wouldnā€™t be her fault Bryan was better at getting girls into bed then him and Matt combined. Bryan also had a way of keeping his favorite girls coming back. Tyler could almost bet money that the reason Gracie kept going back was because Bryan used her and Mattā€™s fight and heā€™d so the same thing to Kylie and that honestly scared the shit out of him.

ā€œBaby.ā€ He breathed as he kissed the top of her head and for the first time in a long time he was sober, which meant he could be real with her. ā€œI love you so fucking much.ā€ He whispered against the top of her head as they danced. ā€œYou have to know that, no matter how many stupid fights we get intoā€¦I still got your back.ā€ he said as he lend back a bit holding her eyes a smirk on his lips. ā€œNo one else is going to take care of you like I can, so donā€™t believe any bull shit they feed you.ā€ He sighed.



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Kylie couldn't help but love dancing with him. She liked to tell herself she didn't need him to be gentle and loving sometimes, but that was complete bullshit. She liked him when he was rough, sure, but every once in a while, she needed him to just hold her. Like he did as they danced. And she closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest, letting herself enjoy it because she knew it would probably be months before he was that way again.

ā€œBaby.ā€ He breathed kissing the top of her head and she nodded softly, letting him know she was listening. ā€œI love you so fucking much.ā€ He whispered and she bit her lip, loving hearing him say that. If she could wish for anything, she probably wouldn't wish for their problems to be fixed because she knew she'd get bored of an easy relationship, but she would wish for him to say that more. She loved hearing him tell her he loved her because sometimes, it could get really fucking hard to believe he did.

ā€œYou have to know that, no matter how many stupid fights we get intoā€¦I still got your back.ā€ He said and leaned back, making her look up at him, holding his eyes. ā€œNo one else is going to take care of you like I can, so donā€™t believe any bull shit they feed you.ā€ He sighed and she smirked and leaned up on her toes, pressing her lips against his softly as the song changed again and the two of them stopped dancing, standing there kissing instead.

"I know." She breathed against them. "I love you too. I don't want anyone else." She smirked against his kiss before kissing him a little harder, slipping her tongue past his lips as she laced her fingers with his. "Now come on," she breathed, smirking wickedly. "Let's go get seriously fucked up." Kylie grinned as she kissed along his jaw teasingly and slipped a hand under his shirt. "Maybe we can even slip into the bathroom for a quick fuck? Bryan will never even notice your absence." She laughed lightly.




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There was really no one Matt wanted to dance with but Gracie, however, he'd told Bonnie he'd dance, so he did. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Bonnie. She was beautiful and perky. The kind of girl he'd spent almost every night in bed with before Gracie, but, ever since meeting her, he couldn't explain it, it was like other girls just weren't worth it. They did nothing for him and, quite frankly, where he would have found Bonnie sexy months ago, now he just found her annoying, just like every other girl that tried to pry him away from Gracie.

It was utterly shocking for him, to be honest. He'd gone from not fucking the same girl twice in one week to only fucking one girl. He couldn't explain it and it scared the absolute shit out of him, but the bottom line was that it was pretty amazing he'd been mostly faithful to her so far. He'd flirted or made out with or touched other girls to piss Gracie off or get her riled up, but he hadn't slept with anyone but her since he'd met her.

Which was why it hurt so badly that she'd gone and fucked around behind his back. He'd told her it'd be hard. He'd told her he'd be an asshole ninety percent of the time. He'd just really underestimated how much he could love her in such a short time. How much capacity she had to hurt him. "You seem distracted." Bonnie breathed as they danced close and he was. His eyes were on Gracie with some guy, and all he could think about was her.

"Yeah." He finally breathed, returning his attention to her as best he could.

"Trouble in paradise?" She asked, raising a brow and he just shrugged.

"We'll get through it. We always do. But I guess yeah, we're not too happy with each other right now." He sighed as he danced with her, spinning her, making her smirk as she came back to him.

"What'd she do?" She asked, making him raise a brow at the way she'd assumed instantly it was Gracie's fault and Matt didn't really answer, just shrugged again and went back to dancing, glancing over at her every once in a while, seeing her with that man and hating it.

The music stopped eventually and he hadn't even noticed they'd just been standing there before she spoke, standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Let's just go get a drink." She breathed. "Whatever happened, starting a fight with that guy at Bryan's party isn't really worth it. It can be dealt with later." She whispered and Matt sighed and nodded, taking her hand and slipping into the crowd with her.

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Frankie had kept Gracieā€™s mind off of Matt, for a good five minuetā€™s or so until he rested his hand on her knee and she sighed. Sober, she didnā€™t want to fuck around. When she was sober, she needed Matt and sheā€™d never think about cheating on him. What made her unfaithful was the fucking drugs that sheā€™d become so hopelessly addicted to. When heā€™d placed his hand on her knee it was like time suddenly caught back up and she glanced to where Bonnie and Matt had been only they werenā€™t there anymore. It was like a stab to the heart.

Frankie lend in pressing his lips to her neck then and she pulled away, hopping down off the wall. ā€œIā€™m sorry, I canā€™t.ā€ she shook her head. She suddenly had a really bad feeling that Bryan had something to do with having Bonnie drag Matt away from her and then Frankie trying to seduce her.

She turned to leave only before she could get far Frankie grabbed her just above her elbow and pulled her out of sight of anyone. He shoved her against the side of the house, causing her to groan in pain because of the bruises that already covered her back. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding in her chest, even if Matt came back for her, which she highly doubted, he wouldnā€™t be able to find her. He grabbed her jaw roughly, leaning in and kissing her. She bit his lip, drawing blood causing him to slap her across the face.

ā€œFucking Bitch.ā€ He spat, spitting out blood. Gracie took the moment to try and run but he only grabbed her and threw her back into the side of the house. Her head slamming into the wall, she was already weak for exhaustion and she was surprised she hadnā€™t blacked out. ā€œStop trying to run babe, your only pissing me off.ā€ He said pulling out a gun from his waist line. He pressed it against her temple a wicked smirk. ā€œBry says you belong to him now.ā€ He explained and Gracie froze. ā€œHe sold you to me, pretty cheap to.ā€ He shrugged.

ā€œFuck off.ā€ Gracie spat. ā€œMattā€™s going to fucking kill you.ā€ She breathed, struggling to breath. He smirked as he moved his hand up her thigh slipping off her underwear, but Gracie refused to cry. She wanted to fight back, but she was having a hard time staying conscience at all.

Gracie wasnā€™t entirely sure how long it had been, but by the time he was finished she was crying and begging for Matt to find her, but no matter how hard she wished he never came. No one came for her and she had a feeling Bryan had something to do with that. Bryan had a way of controlling everyone around him without them even knowing. Frankie walked away, leaving her there and she slid down the length of the wall. She fought off a flood of tears for as long as she could, but eventually she just let herself cry. The music was so loud she doubt if she screamed anyone would hear it. She hated herself, because the worst part about what had just happened, was it was no oneā€™s fault but her own. Matt had warned her, heā€™d tried to protect her, but she didnā€™t listen. She never did.




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She lend in then and kissed him and he pulled her close. The song had changed, but he didnā€™t stop kissing her. It didnā€™t matter who was around, he kissed her like they were alone. Eventually though she pulled away and he held her eyes.

"I know. I love you too. I don't want anyone else." She smirked against his lips, kissing him harder and he kissed her back just as hard, smirking as she slipped her tongue past his lips. "Now come on, Let's go get seriously fucked up." She kissed along his jawline and it was hard for him to focous on anything but her as she slipped her hand up under his shirt. "Maybe we can even slip into the bathroom for a quick fuck? Bryan will never even notice your absence." he laughed kissing her lips one last time.

ā€œSounds hot.ā€ She laughed as they headed back inside.

He sat down on the couch pulling her to his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist in a way that told everyone that she was his. He kissed along her neck slowly, teasingly. He lit a joint, only the kind of joints at Bryanā€™s parties werenā€™t just normal weed, it was normally laced with hallucinogens, which he didnā€™t mind, cause it usually ended in incredible sex. He passed it took her as he went back to kissing her neck, his free hand running up and down her spine.

He laughed and talk with a few of his clothes friends, keeping Kylie close. One of his friends bringing over a few bottles of liquor. He popped open a bottle of whiskey, he hesitated. Whisky made him mean, but eventually he just took a long drink before passing it to Kylie. One of the slutty girls stripped down to her bra and thong, before she laid across the coffee table. He was fucked up by that point and he hoped Kylie was to or sheā€™d be pissed at him when he did lines off the girl.

His friend gestured that it was his turn and he smirked, moving Kylie off of him gently. He snorted a line from the girls thigh, kissing along her waistline, before he snorted one from in between her breasts. He sat back down next to Kylie and he was gone. The coke had been all he needed to really fuck him up. He pulled Kylie back to his lap and fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her hard.



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ā€œSounds hot." He laughed and she just smirked and held his hand tightly, staying close to him as they slipped inside and he lead her through the people until they reached a couch that it seemed several of his friends were hanging around.

He sat, pulling her into his lap and she smirked, straddling him as best she could in her short dress as he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. Getting fucked up with him was always a fifty-fifty chance. At one end of the spectrum, they managed to keep their hands on only each other and had amazing sex. At the other, one of them slipped up and they started going at it, and here, in front of everyone, she knew a fight with him wouldn't just be dangerous. It'd be humiliating. He'd embarrass the shit out of her because he was fucked up and would want to hurt her, and no one around would stop him because that's how men in his world treated their women.

However, all if that was gone the second he started kissing her neck. His lips moved along it slowly, teasingly, making her close her eyes and stretch it for him. She wasn't even high yet and it felt incredible. Because his attention was solely on her at the moment, even with so many other people around. He lit a joint as he kissed her and she knew it'd be laced. At Bryan's parties, even as something as mild as weed packed a pretty big punch. Almost everything was laced to make the women slutty and easy and the men tense and angry.

After a hit, he passed the joint off to her as he went back to kissing her neck and Kylie closed her eyes, taking a long hit and tilting her head back towards the ceiling while he kissed her to blow smoke rings. Eventually though, he started rubbing her spine and Kylie couldn't help but moan, fucking up her smoke rings, making her bring the joint back to her lips for another hit.

They stayed there like that for a little while, and he alternated between kissing her and laughing with his friends and she didn't mind. She just kissed along his neck and jaw and ran her fingers down his chest as he talked, too high to really care that she probably looked like his whore. Just like he'd called her earlier that day. Someone brought over liquor, and before she knew it, she had a bottle of whiskey in her hands and tilted her head back for a drink, not even hesitating. She'd always loved drinking, even before him and whiskey was one of her favorites.

A girl that was with his friends stripped down as Kylie alternated between drinking the whiskey and kissing his jaw, and she was honestly so insanely fucked up, she was shocked she hadn't jumped up and volunteered to be the slut they all did lines off. Still, she knew where it was going the minute the girl lay down on the coffee table and she slipped her hand under Tyler's shirt as she kissed him, running her fingers across his chest, hoping to keep his attention on her.

It really didn't work though. Eventually, he moved her off his lap and she sat back on the couch, taking a long drink of the whiskey bottle, finishing it off. Her jaw clenched as she watched him do a line off the girl's thigh and he started to kiss along her waistline, fully aware that she was watching. She bit her lip and looked away as he did another line from between the girl's breasts.

He sat next to her again and she could tell by the way he pulled her back into his lap, hand fisting her hair tightly, lips kissing hers hard, that the coke had finished what the joints and whiskey had started. He was officially fucked up. She knew if she fought him or refused him, he'd be forceful and cruel and probably humiliate her, but she was high, so she wasn't thinking straight.

His lips felt good, making them hard to resist, but the image of him kissing that girl's skin wouldn't leave her mind, so she didn't kiss him back and even managed to turn her head to the side so his kiss was transferred from her lips to her cheek. "Stop Tyler." Was pretty much all she could think to breathe because she was already afraid he'd turn it into a big scene in front of all his friends.




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Matt allowed Bonnie to lead him inside and she grabbed a liquor bottle, some joints, and a bag of coke before taking his hand again and leading him upstairs. The two of them slipped into an empty bedroom and sat on the floor, at the end of the bed, drinking and smoking the strong ass joints. The joints were laced, he knew that, but his drink was also spiked, which surprised him a little, but after a while, he just dismissed it because it was, after all, one of Bryan's parties. Almost everything had a little extra in it.

At first, they just drank, and then she convinced him to play a drinking game that, by half the bottle had her stripped down to nothing but her underwear and him in just his jeans Before he knew it, she was sitting in his lap, kissing his jaw as she grinded her hips on him and he couldn't help it. He kissed her lips and then moved her back, onto her back on the floor, reaching down to rub the inside of her thigh. Typically, he really wouldn't give two shits, but he was extremely fucked up so he liked the sounds of her loud moaning and rubbed harder before slipping his hand in her panties and kissing her chest.

When they were done fucking, she rolled off him and pulled her dress back on and he pulled his jeans on before she smirked and lit a joint, taking a hit and then passing it to him. He took a hit as well and it was then that she dumped out the coke and they did a few lines each. Once he came back up, she started asking him questions. She was good. She kissed him while she asked questions about him and Gracie, sounding like she was concerned.

But Matt wasn't an idiot. He knew a set up when he saw one, and that was when he realized what had happened. Bonnie had been paid by her stupid cousin to get him away from Gracie. And he was willing to bet money that the guy he'd seen with Gracie had either been someone paid to bring her to him or someone who'd paid him to fuck her. Suddenly he felt like absolute shit for leaving her alone and he grabbed Bonnie's wrist so hard and fast, he heard a crack and she screamed, but he didn't care, he was too fucked up and worried about Grace to care.

"Where the fuck is she?" He spat, holding her eyes as she started to hyperventilate, tears of pain coming from her eyes, only able to focus on her crushed wrist in his grip. She tried to pull away, but it only caused her pain, making the tears run faster. "Bonnie. If he paid you to keep me away from her, you know where she is so we didn't end up near them." He hissed, losing his patience, squeezing her wrist ruthlessly as she screamed again. "Tell me now and, when you take this to the hospital, the doctors will be able to tell you it'll heal and you'll still have use of this hand." He smirked, holding her eyes. "Lie to me or don't tell me, I'll fuck both your hands up beyond recognition baby."

That did the trick. She spilled instantly, telling hi everything Bryan had had planned and he released her. She hadn't lied. He could see it in her eyes. She gripped her wrist and held it close to herself, bending over it, crying, but he just stood and left her there, pausing at the door. "Tell Bryan I did that to you, and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that pretty red head of yours." He spat before slipping out and moving quickly.

He found Gracie in a manner of minutes and ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with himself for being so stupid and too late to protect her. She was on the ground, crying and he sighed and slid to the ground next to her. "Gracie baby, I'm so sorry." He breathed, leaning over and kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheek, her jaw, wishing he could make it better with his lips. "I tried once I realized what was happening, but I know that's not good enough.i shouldn't have left you alone. I was stupid." He breathed, knowing she was bound to get pissed and hate him for not coming for her sooner. For being upstairs fucking Bonnie while she'd been getting raped. "Did you see where he went babe?" He breathed, pulling out his gun. "I'll fucking kill him. Just tell me where he went."

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Gracie pulled her knees to her chest, letting out a sigh. She didnā€™t want to go back to the party and have to face Frankie and she was scared that if she saw Bryan sheā€™d only get herself in trouble. If sheā€™d have been high, she would have probably fucked Frankie no problem. But, sheā€™d been completely sober and conscience to what had been going on the entire time and no matter how many times she begged and pleaded for him to stop he didnā€™t.

"Gracie baby, I'm so sorry." Matt breathed, but she was still dazed and it hadnā€™t even registered that he was finally there. She felt him kissing her, first her nose, then her cheek, and her jaw like it was supposed to fix everything, but it didnā€™t. She was so numb that the normal tingle she got from his lips against her skin was non-existent. "I tried once I realized what was happening, but I know that's not good enough. I shouldn't have left you alone. I was stupid." he explained and she finally looked at him, tears rimmed her eyes. "Did you see where he went babe? I'll fucking kill him. Just tell me where he went." he said pulling his gun out.

There was no point in killing Frankie, Gracie knew that. If Matt killed him or attempted to kill him nothing would happen to Matt, instead Bray would kill Chelsea and her, because Bryan knew that killing the only two people in his life that he had or cared about would be worse than killing him. Gracie would gladly take death, but Chelsea didnā€™t deserve it by a long shot. As much as she wanted to hate Matt in that moment for not coming to her rescue, she just didnā€™t have it in her. She was pretty sure one of her ribs was creaked if not broken and that she had a concussion from her head hitting the wall, so she was in absolutely no mood to argue with him.

ā€œI saw my mom today.ā€ She breathed although her voice was weak, like she was having trouble breathing. She looked away from him as tears started to fall down her cheeks again and she hated that she was crying in front of him, thinking back she was pretty sure it was the first time heā€™d ever seen her cry. ā€œThought she was dead, at least thatā€™s what I told myself. But, Iā€™m just like her.ā€ She whispered not bothering to hide the pain in her voice. ā€œMatty.ā€ She breathed but it was so quite she wasnā€™t even sure heā€™d heard it. ā€œDo you even know what my favorite color is?ā€ she asked glancing back to him, holding his blue eyes with her own gray-blue eyes.

She hated that as much as her and Matt claimed to be in love, when it came down to it, they really knew very little about each other and she hated that. Sure the sex was beyond incredible and he was the only one willing to put up with her, but she didnā€™t even know his middle name and or his story and he knew even less about her, because in all honesty she still hadnā€™t completely let him in, because she was waiting for him to walk out on her, not that sheā€™d admit that to him. At the moment she was doing whatever it took to take the conversation else ware, because dealing with the fact that sheā€™d just been raped was too much for her to handle without completely breaking down.




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He knew that she was going to start something when she tensed, he could feel her tense in his arms and he rolled his eyes frustrated. He didnā€™t way to have to fight her and it wasnā€™t like he was fucking the girl heā€™d simply thanked her for being a slut, by kissing along her waist line and that was the end of that, but he couldnā€™t blame Kylie. For all she knew he could have fucked the girl before, but his drugs were thinking for him and that was always a bad thing.

She moved her head to the side at the last minute causing him to kiss her on the cheek instead of the lips pissing him off almost instantly "Stop Tyler." the hand that was fisted in her hair he gripped tighter, it was a subtle warning. He pressed his lips to hers roughly, letting her know if she didnā€™t give into him, all hell would break loose. His lips traced along her jawline before pausing at her ear.

ā€œYou sure you know what youā€™re doing Kylie?ā€ he breathed. ā€œBecause I really donā€™t want to hurt you, but you know what I have to do if you disrespect me in front of everyone.ā€ He spat. ā€œIf you want to make sure youā€™re the one in my bed tonight, I suggest you stop acting like a bitch while your ahead.ā€ He warned her.




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Tyler's grip on her hair tightened painfully and she had to resist the urge to wince. It was a warning, and honestly she was surprised, because usually, he skipped the warnings. He kissed her lips this time, roughly and she tried to relax into it, because the truth was, she really didn't want to fight him right there in front of everyone. She'd lose in a heartbeat. But everything from that morning was starting to come back, and she didn't like the way he was acting.

His lips started to trace her jaw then, pausing at her ear and she bit her lip, knowing he was going to threaten her. ā€œYou sure you know what youā€™re doing Kylie?ā€ He breathed and she couldn't help but shiver. ā€œBecause I really donā€™t want to hurt you, but you know what I have to do if you disrespect me in front of everyone.ā€ He spat, pissing her off, making it sound like he had to treat her like shit. Like she was lower than him. ā€œIf you want to make sure youā€™re the one in my bed tonight, I suggest you stop acting like a bitch while you're ahead.ā€ He warned and that was what officially pissed her off.

She knew he would do or say something to put her down or hurt her, but Kylie wasn't about to sit there and take his shit so she rolled her eyes and stood, pulling herself from his grip, causing eyes to land on her. She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrating, before glaring at him. "So I can't disrespect you, but you can disrespect me?" She spat, holding his eyes.

"I don't know if you've forgotten, but I'm your girlfriend Tyler. Not your whore." She shook her head and sighed. "If you want someone who's going to blindly take your shit, fine. I'm sure there are plenty of girls here you can pay for." Kylie spat before turning and taking off, pushing past one of his friends. She knew she'd told him she'd stay with him, but she couldn't, not if he was going to treat her like a whore who had to sit there on his lap and do whatever he said because he said it, like he owned her.




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ā€œI saw my mom today.ā€ She breathed and he hated the way her voice sounded and the tears on her cheeks. He was still gripping his gun hard and had yet to relax, because of the drugs in his system and all he wanted to do was make her pain go away, which frustrated him because he didn't know how. Knowing him, he'd fuck it all up because that's what he did.

"Thought she was dead, at least thatā€™s what I told myself. But, Iā€™m just like her.ā€ She whispered and he listened. ā€œMatty.ā€ She breathed softly and he sighed. ā€œDo you even know what my favorite color is?ā€ She asked and he knit his brows, a little confused by her question at first, not sure what she was trying to say before he realized what she meant. They didn't know anything about each other.

Matt sighed and finally slipped his gun away. He could see what she was thinking as clearly as if she'd said it directly. She was thinking that their love wasn't real because they didn't know a whole ton about each other. That maybe, what they thought was love, was just really great sex.

"No." He admitted instead of trying to lie. "I don't know your favorite color." He sighed, shaking his head and placing a hand on the back of her neck, holding her eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't love you okay?" He shrugged and kissed her forehead.

"If I didn't love you, I'm sorry to say, you would have probably been dead a long time ago. You make me want to be a better man Gracie, and honestly, I'm someone who's pretty terrified of changing." He admitted. "If it matters to you though, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me and my past, and you can tell me yours too, but in the end, to me, it doesn't matter where you've been. All I know is that I love the person you are now."

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"No. I don't know your favorite color." He admitted with a sigh and she sighed to as he placed a hand on the back of her neck and she hated that just with a simple tough he set her body on fire. She forced herself to hold his eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't love you okay?" he shrugged and she closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. "If I didn't love you, I'm sorry to say, you would have probably been dead a long time ago. You make me want to be a better man Gracie, and honestly, I'm someone who's pretty terrified of changing." he said honestly and she held his eyes. "If it matters to you though, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me and my past, and you can tell me yours too, but in the end, to me, it doesn't matter where you've been. All I know is that I love the person you are now."

She let silence fall between them for a long time as she closed her eyes letting her head rest against the side of the house. She wasnā€™t sure how she was still awake, she was beyond exhausted. She took a few, slow deep breaths in and out as she listened to the music. She knew her question had been stupid, but she hated that they knew very little about each other, not that sheā€™d ever openly asked him about his past. She let out a soft sigh.

There was a small breeze, that felt good against the hot desert air. Only she caught the smell of someone elseā€™s perfume and she knew exactly whoā€™s it was. She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes closed knowing if she opened them, sheā€™d start crying. Heā€™d been fucking Bonnie and she hadnā€™t actually thought heā€™d do it and knowing he did was a stab to the heart. It was a worse pan then if heā€™d have slapped her in the face. She collected her before opening her eyes and looking him over, spotting the faint hickeyā€™s on his neck and that was all she needed. She flicked her eyes back to his only to realize that he was on something any a few momentā€™s ago sheā€™d been so numb, that she hadnā€™t realized where heā€™d just come from.

Her eyes watered, but she refused to let her tears fall, she wanted to be mad at him. She wanted to hate him and she wanted to beat the shit out of Bonnie, but she had no right to. Sheā€™d done the same thing to him. She moved, groaning softly in pain as she moved, so she was sitting on her knees right in front of him. She held his eyes before she placed a hand on the side of his neck, rubbing away Bonnieā€™s bright red lipstick from his neck, though she kept her eyes on his.

ā€œYou know most nights, I donā€™t sleep much.ā€ She breathed ā€œI just watch you sleep.ā€ She said with a soft smile, picking her words carefully. She was afraid to set him off, because she wasnā€™t sure how much more pain and abuse she could take at the moment. She was sure she looked just as bad as she felt. ā€œSometimes I think about leaving.ā€ She admitted honestly. ā€œBecause I hate you.ā€ She said glancing to the smeared lipstick on his neck before back to him. ā€œBut, then I remember I canā€™t live without you Matty.ā€ She whispered and her voice was more vulnerable than it had ever been with anyone else in her entire life. ā€œYou gotta let me in and I have to let you in or this will never work.ā€ She said honestly.



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He knew she was going to challenge him, she was going to start something. He suddenly regretted getting high, because he was so fucked up now that he knew heā€™d really hurt her and he hated that. It was like his sober self was on the inside watching everything yet there was nothing he could do and it killed him. He loved Kylie, but he wished that sheā€™d just leave him before he ended up killing her.

"So I can't disrespect you, but you can disrespect me?" she spat and he rolled his eyes, looking up at her as he stayed sitting down on the couch. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but I'm your girlfriend Tyler. Not your whore. If you want someone who's going to blindly take your shit, fine. I'm sure there are plenty of girls here you can pay for."

She shook his head as he lit a cigarette and the room seemed to quiet down as he stood up. He could feel the energy in the room shift and all eyes on them. He towered over her, raising a brow. Everyone aside from Kylie and Matt were terrified of him and he had to admit he loved the power. He took a long drag off his cigarette, before blowing the smoke back in her face. He moved quicker than Kylie could have escaped as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked her head to the side making her neck long. Took the cherry tip of his cigarette and pressed it to her neck.

He watched her skin literally start to melt and when she tried to moved he only gripped her hair tighter and held the cigarette to her neck almost branding her. Once the cigarette was halfway burnt out he flicked it away with a wicked smirk and slapped her across the face, so hard, there were a few gasps in the room like they could feel her pain. He shoved her against the wall then and pinned her there roughly humiliating her in front of everyone as his hand moved up under her dress.

ā€œWolf.ā€ He heard Bryanā€™s voice from behind him, causing him to freeze. ā€œI think youā€™ve done enough.ā€ Tyler knew his words were an order to let Kylie go. ā€œMeet me outside.ā€ He spat, making it clear he was pissed that Tyler had caused a scene. He let Kylie go and followed Bryan outside. Once they were in the front yard and alone, Bryan started in on Tyler. ā€œWhat the fuck is your problem!ā€ Bryan yelled and Tyler just shrugged. ā€œWe have important people here Ty and how am I supposed to tell them that your my best man, when youā€™re making a damn scene with your old lady?ā€




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Kylie knew she wasn't getting away. The room went silent, but she didn't need that to tell her Tyler stood. She could feel the heat that always seemed to vibrate between them at her back and, before she could manage to slip away, he grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her back to him. He was taller than her and absolutely terrifying when he was high, but she held his eyes, refusing to be intimidating as he blew a cloud of smoke in her face. She loved him, she really did, but she was really starting to get tired of him treating her like she was less than him.

He used his grip on her hair to turn her neck to the side, opening it up to him and she thought he was going to kiss her and try to get her to fold, but he didn't. Instead, he took his cigarette and pressed it hard against her skin. Kylie couldn't help it, it hurt like hell so she let out a pained noise and tried to pull herself from his grip, wanting to just get away from him. Everyone was watching as he held her tighter and pressed harder, making her bite her lip and fight back tears, knowing there'd be an ugly scar when he was done.

Eventually, he flicked the cigarette away and she instantly raised her hand to her neck, covering it. She hadn't even had a second to recover from that pain before he lashed out, slapping her so hard her entire face burned. Several people gasped and she had to swallow down a cry of pain, it hurt that fucking bad. He shoved her hard and she stumbled back into the wall, biting her lip and turning her head away as he pinned her hard against it, slipping a hand up under her dress, making sure everyone saw him treating her that way. Like she was nothing to him but a slut he fucked sometimes, and she had to admit, it hurt worse than the cigarette or the slap.

She was about to break down and start crying, maybe even beg him to stop when she heard Bryan's voice behind him. ā€œWolf.ā€ He barked and Kylie froze, glancing at Ty, able to feel him tense. ā€œI think youā€™ve done enough.ā€ He practically ordered and she watched him, hoping like hell it'd work and he'd just leave her alone. ā€œMeet me outside.ā€ He spat, and Kylie hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath until he released her and she took a deep breath.

Kylie stayed there a second, watching the two of them walk away before she realized eyes were still on her and she sighed, slipping out of the room. She went to the kitchen and popped open a bottle of whiskey, taking a long drink, fingers running over the burn mark on her neck from his cigarette. She honestly felt like shit, and she was still high as fuck, meaning she wanted nothing more than to chase him down and scream at him, but she knew if Bryan was with him, she'd only make things worse and probably end up getting one of them killed.

So instead, she just settled for watching them through the kitchen window for a moment as she drank before shaking her head and slipping out of the kitchen, heading upstairs, hoping to have a moment alone.




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Matt sighed, silence fell between them and he could practically see what she was thinking. He watched her eyes drift along the lipstick stains and hickeys from Bonnie and knew she'd figured it out. He could see the pain in her eyes and he sighed, hating himself for giving in to her the way he had instead of coming back for Gracie like he should have.

She moved, sitting in front of him on her knees before reaching out, rubbing a lipstick stain from his neck, making him sigh. ā€œYou know most nights, I donā€™t sleep much.ā€ She breathed and he just listened, holding her eyes. ā€œI just watch you sleep.ā€ She said with a soft smile, and he could tell just by looking at her that she wasn't just physically exhausted, but emotionally too.

ā€œSometimes I think about leaving.ā€ She admitted, making him wince. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it if one day he woke up to find she'd left. ā€œBecause I hate you.ā€ She said. ā€œBut, then I remember I canā€™t live without you Matty.ā€ She whispered, the vulnerability clear in her voice. ā€œYou gotta let me in and I have to let you in or this will never work.ā€ She said honestly.

Matt sighed, nodded softly and pulling her in, kissing her lips gently, wanting to let her know he understood what she was saying. "You're right." He breathed against her lips, pulling away and holding her eyes, hand on the back of her neck. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this work Gracie." He breathed. "I want to be with you, but more than that, I want you to be happy."

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Gracie closed her eyes as he kissed her lips. Had she not been so completely exhausted, there was a chance Bonnie would have had no hair, a black eye, and a broken nose. But, in all honesty she wasnā€™t sure she could get up at the moment. Although, Mattā€™s lips on hers took away the pain for the moment.


"You're right." his breath on her lips was incredible and she was surprised he was being so calm, despite the fact she knew his veins were filled with drugs. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this work Gracie. I want to be with you, but more than that, I want you to be happy." he breathed and she gave him a weak smile.

She knew for the moment they were agreeing, but as soon as they were both fucked up again, hell would break loose and theyā€™d be right back where they started. For the moment though, she didnā€™t want to think about that. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him, with what energy she had left. She could hear footsteps, but she didnā€™t pull away she just continued to kiss Matt. The footsteps stopped and when she felt someone staring she pulled away and glanced to the person who she recognized as one of Bryanā€™s guys.

ā€œMatt, Bryan wants you.ā€ He said looking to Matt before his eyes flicked to Grace and she rolled her eyes already knowing what was coming. ā€œJust you.ā€ he said as he looked back to Matt. ā€œIā€™d hurry if I were you, heā€™s not in the best mood tonight. Tyler pissed him off which means youā€™re on his shit list by association.ā€ He smirked before turning and leaving the two alone.

ā€œYou better go babe.ā€ She breathed, kissing him one more time and she knew him well enough to know heā€™d object so before he could she spoke again. ā€œIā€™ll be fine, Iā€™m going to go see Chels.ā€ She smiled



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Tyler listened to Bryan yell at him for a good five minutes and to be honest, Tyler was surprised Bryan hadnā€™t already shot him. Because, every time Bryan said something, Ty shot back with a sarcastic smart ass remark that would get other on of Bryanā€™s guys shot on the spot. The difference was Ty was way too valuable to loose and that was why Bryan put up with his shit.

ā€œListen boss man, You got a job for me or what, cause Iā€™m fucking sick of listening to your lecture.ā€ He said honestly taking a drag off his cigarette. ā€œKylieā€™s my bitch, Iā€™ll do whatever the fuck I want with her in front of whoever I want.ā€ He said simply like he was the boss. Tyler watched Bryan raise a brow and tap the top of the gun in his hand impatiently, like he was debating on shooting Tyler. ā€œDo it. Youā€™d be doing me a favor.ā€ He smirked

It was silent for a long moment before Bryan started talking. ā€œYour flirting with death and one day Iā€™m going to pull that trigger Wolf.ā€ Bryan said honestly. ā€œYeah I gotta job for you, Iā€™ll pay you 2 mill.ā€ He said like they were only talking about a few dollars. ā€œI need you to take Matt out of town for a few days. I have a guy whoā€™s willing to pay a shit ton for Gracie, Chelsea, and Bonnie.ā€ He smirked wickedly.

Tyler couldnā€™t believe what Bryan was saying. Bryan was asking him to betray his best friend so that he could see Gracie who was like a sister to him, like she was nothing more than stolen goods. The money was good, but it wasnā€™t worth selling the people closest to him out for. His only motive for doing it would be to keep Kylie safe, only if she ever found out what he did, sheā€™d hate him forever. He finally shook his head, but he knew Bryan wasnā€™t asking it was and order and Tyler wasnā€™t stupid. Sure talking back to Bryan was one thing, turning down a job was another.

ā€œBry, come on. Thatā€™s bull shit. You could get any broad off the street. You know Gracieā€™s like family to me and sheā€™s practically Kylieā€™s sister.ā€ Tyler tried to convince Bryan otherwise but he could tell he was already set on it.

ā€œBonnie is my family. Sheā€™s my cousin. You think I give a shit. Girls are bargaining chips, you know that. If youā€™re getting soft because that girl, Iā€™ll sell her too.ā€ Bryan threatened. Tyler thought about it for a long moment, he really had no choice, it was Kylie or Gracie and Matt and Kylie was the obvious winner, if he was being honest heā€™d put Kylie above his own brother.

ā€œFine.ā€ He finally breathed, feeling shitty the instant heā€™d agreed to it. He was so used to taking orders from Bryan that he was scared of what would happen if he didnā€™t especially now that he could use Kylie against him

ā€œGo get Matt.ā€ He ordered one of his men and Tyler automatically had a sinking feeling. ā€œDonā€™t worry Tyler, Matt wonā€™t know a thing. Chelsea died while he was gone and poor Gracie couldnā€™t take the stress and she ran. Tell me that doesnā€™t sound like her.ā€ He said and Tylerā€™s jaw clenched.




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As mad as she was at him, Kylie wasn't exactly excited to be alone at the party. She was high and she knew, the second someone hit on her, she'd jump all over the opportunity to get a little back at Tyler and that would make what had already been a pretty bad situation that much worse. He'd completely explode if he found her with someone else.

In order to avoid anyone possibly talking to her, she pushed through people quickly, slipping upstairs, hoping to find an empty room to be alone in for a little while, at least until Tyler came looking for her.

Upstairs, it was considerably less crowded, but most of the bedrooms were locked, so she ended up just slipping down to the floor in the hallway and lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag. Several people walked past her, ignoring her, probably thinking she was too drunk or high to be worth talking to, but someone stopped in front of her, making her look up.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing up here by yourself?" The guy asked, looking at her like he was genuinely shocked to see her there and Kylie smirked and turned her head to the side, showing him the cigarette burn on her neck.

"The boyfriend and I got into a bit of an argument." She shrugged, rolling her eyes and taking another drag off her cigarette.

"Ohhh, yeah, I saw that. Looked pretty intense." He said as he knelt in front of her and reached out, touching the mark lightly and she just sighed and let him, taking a drag off her cigarette. "He always treat you like an ashtray?" He asked, looking her over and she just shrugged.

"He's just easy to piss off when he's high." She breathed out a breath of smoke and he nodded and it fell silent, like he wasn't sure what else to say.

He gestured to the bottle in her hand with a smirk. "How about we go find somewhere to drink that..." He hesitated like he was waiting for her to fill in with her name.

"Kylie." She smirked. "What's yours?"

"I'm Chase." He said with a smirk, helping her up, and she knew it was a bad idea, but she let him.

"Well Chase, you should know, if he comes back and finds us, you're dead." She grinned wickedly and he pulled her close, lips centimeters from hers.

"Guess we'll have to go somewhere he won't find us." He breathed, making her laugh. "Your boyfriend much of a reader?" He asked, raising a brow and she knit hers.

"What, no? What does that matter?" She asked, confused and he just shrugged and laced his fingers with hers, leading her down the hall and down a back staircase to a set of doors.

"Bryan's got a pretty intense library that's usually pretty empty during his parties. Guess people think skinny dipping in the pool and fucking in the bedrooms is more fun than hanging out in the library." He laughed and she laughed with him, letting him pull her inside and close the doors behind them before swiping the whiskey from her and taking a long drink, making her smirk as she smoked her cigarette and watched him, knowing what she was doing was bad, but not really caring. She felt like shit and she just wanted him to make that go away for a little while.




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Matt was relieved when Gracie kissed him. He was glad they were getting along for the time being because he loved her, but he was really fucked up, so he really didn't want to be a dick to her after what had just happened to her. He wanted to make her feel better, not worse, and he knew if their conversation had gone a different direction and she chose to be pissed at him about Bonnie instead, he most likely would have hurt her.

He kissed her back, wanting her to feel safe, about ready to take her and leave the party with her altogether, not really giving a shit about Bryan. He technically wasn't allowed to leave. He had to stay the whole time because his boss was the host, but even Bryan would know what he'd just pulled had gone a little too far, and he knew he'd gladly take him quietly leaving with Gracie to him causing a huge scene trying to kill him any day and he was afraid, if he stayed there any longer and got any more fucked up, that was exactly what would happen.

ā€œMatt, Bryan wants you.ā€ Someone said, interrupting them and he glanced up, irritated, to see one of Bryan's guys there. ā€œJust you.ā€ He said with a pointed look at Gracie that made the message pretty much crystal clear. ā€œIā€™d hurry if I were you, heā€™s not in the best mood tonight. Tyler pissed him off which means youā€™re on his shit list by association.ā€ He smirked before leaving, making him roll his eyes.

He was about to tell Gracie they'd ignore Bryan and take her home because he was pissed that, after he'd sent Bonnie to distract him while he sold Gracie off and let someone rape her, he thought he could just summon him like his loyal dog. ā€œYou better go babe.ā€ Gracie breathed and kissed him one more time. And he sighed, not wanting to leave her alone again after what had just happened. ā€œIā€™ll be fine, Iā€™m going to go see Chels.ā€ She smiled and Matt smiled back, kissing her forehead.

"That'll be good." He breathed as he stood, pulling her up with him. "She could probably use a little company right now." He sighed as he looked her over. "Stay in her room. Bryan would be fucking suicidal to send someone in there after what he just did to you. So stay there until I come for you okay?" He sighed, kissing her one last time before heading out front, where Bryan was, finding him with Tyler. "This better be fucking good Bry." He spat, shaking his head. "We're on thin fucking ice right now."

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She hoped heā€™d go, they didnā€™t need to cause any trouble because she was honestly scared of what Bryan would do to her. She hadnā€™t thought that heā€™d sell her off, but sheā€™d been wrong about that. She could tell though Matt wasnā€™t going to argue and she let out a silent sigh, grateful.

"That'll be good." he breathed, pulling her up with him as he stood, she swallowed back a painful groan. "She could probably use a little company right now. Stay in her room. Bryan would be fucking suicidal to send someone in there after what he just did to you. So stay there until I come for you okay?" he sighed, kissing her one last time before slipping around the corner and out of sight.

She lend against the wall for a moment after he left, trying to will herself to move. Finally she pushed off the wall and made her way inside only to have someone grab her arm and whirl her around and in a second she was facing Frankie again and she rolled her eyes, she tried to pull away but she was too weak and he pulled her close leaning in to whisper something in her ear and she could smell the mix of liquor and cigarette smoke on his breath.

ā€œWhat the fuck did you tell him?ā€ he hissed like heā€™d been watching them the whole time, he pulled back to look her in the eyes, like he would be able to tell if she was lying or not.

ā€œI didnā€™t have to tell him anything.ā€ She shrugged. ā€œItā€™s kind of hard to pretend you like being raped by some ass hole.ā€ She shoved him away and made her way quickly up the stairs. She slipped into the upstairs bathroom locking the door behind her. The was a knock on the door that made her jump.

ā€œYou canā€™t hide in their all night baby.ā€ He said through the door and after a long moment, Gracie took a breath, finding it hard to breath. She lifted her dress up, so she could see her stomach.

ā€œShit.ā€ She breathed, the spot was worse than she thought it would be, it was a mix of Frankie, Matt, and Bryanā€™s abuse over the past few days. The spot was easily the size of a dinner plate, black and purple over her ribs. She ran a hand over it wincing as she did. Finally she slipped out of the bathroom and across the hall to Chelseaā€™s room. She saw the young blonde who resemble Matt sitting with her back against the wall looking miserable.

ā€œHey babe. You look as miserable as I feel.ā€ She smirked as she went and sat down on the bed next to her. Chels laid on her lap and Gracie stroked her hair, like she was her big sister and the two sat there for a while in silence, like theyā€™d already poured out their hearts and they knew exactly how the other felt.




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Tyler hated Bryan, for what he was making him do. If Matt found out heā€™d probably kill him and Tyler would feel shitty enough heā€™d let him. It wasnā€™t just Gracie, it was Mattā€™s sister too and Tyler knew full well just like Kylie was the only person he really cared about. Grace and Chels were the only two people Matt loved or had left. He already felt the guilt bubbling up in his stomach and part of him wanted to call it off and tell Bryan heā€™d changed his mind.

"This better be fucking good Bry." he heard Mattā€™s irritated voice from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts and he sighed. "We're on thin fucking ice right now." Tyler raised a brow as he looked between the two of them, wondering what the hell Bryan had done this time.

Tyler kept his eyes on Bryan as he smirked. ā€œAre we talking about Frankie and Gracie?ā€ he asked sarcastically as he pulled a wad of hundred out of his back pocket, tossing it to Matt. ā€œThree thousands, the rest of the cash is inside, sheā€™d your girl the moneyā€™s all yours.ā€ Bryan shrugged. ā€œI was just the middle man.ā€ He said like it had been Matt whoā€™d asked him to find the highest bidder. ā€œIt was a good price, donā€™t you think Ty?ā€ Bryan said and Tyler hated the way Bryan pitted people against each other.

Tyler shrugged. ā€œPersonally.ā€ He breathed as he lit the his fifth cigarette in the past six minutes or so. ā€œI think you could have gotten more for her.ā€ He smirked, glancing to Matt, hoping he knew he was kidding. Bryan laughed, like Tyler had told a good joke and Tyler just rolled his eyes as he looked up at the stars and blew out a cloud of smoke.

ā€œAlright, Iā€™ve got a job for you two in California. Itā€™s a week long and Iā€™m not accepting No for an answer. I knew you guys to pick up my drugs and sell them to our buyers in Mexico. You two do that for me all send you and your girls on vacation.ā€ He smirked and Tyler sighed.
ā€œIā€™m in.ā€ he said without hesitation. ā€œCome on Matt, it will give us a chance to get out of her with the girls for a while, you know theyā€™d love that.ā€ He said trying to convince his friend, hating himself for it every second.



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"So," Kylie breathed out a breath of smoke after watching Chase drink for a moment. "How'd you know this was even here?" She asked, raising a brow and gesturing to the library as she leaned against the double doors and smoked, smirking. "You and Bryan close?" At the question, he raised a brow and ran his eyes over her, walking back over and pushing the whiskey bottle back into her hands.

"Drink and I'll answer." He smirked, making her grin wickedly and bring the bottle to her lips, taking a long drink. "Alright, yeah, you could say we're close." He finally answered, shrugging. "But only because we have to be. You know Bonnie? His cousin?" He asked and she just nodded. "I'm her brother, making Bryan and I cousins."

Kylie raised a brow, taking another drink from the bottle. "So, do you work for him then?" She asked, looking him over. He seemed too nice to work for a dick like Bryan. Then again, when he was sober, Tyler was pretty nice too.

Chase simply shrugged. "Yeah, I do some work for him." He said before taking the bottle from her again and drinking. "I try to stay out of it though, but Bonnie keeps pulling us right back in." He smirked and took a step closer, so that there was very little space between them. "I just can't seem to get away from this life." He breathed, holding her eyes. "The money's too good and the women are too beautiful." He said softly with a smirk, leaning an arm on the wall behind her, bringing his lips within centimeters of hers.

Kylie just smirked and shoved him away with a laugh, taking the bottle from him as she walked over to a desk that sat in the middle of the library, near some reading chairs. There were books stacked on it and she pulled one out of the stack, looking it over, pretending to be too busy to care that he was in the room, but he made it hard, because he came up behind her and moved the hair softly from her neck, making her smirk as he brought his lips in close to her ear. "What about you? How'd you end up here tonight?" He breathed in her ear as his hands drifted slowly down her arms, making her hold back a shiver before he snatched the book from her fingers and threw it away, spinning her quickly to face him, causing the liqour bottle to slip from her fingers and shatter at their feet.

Her heart was racing as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled their bodies together. "My boyfriend." She managed to breathe. "He works for Bryan." She sighed, holding his eyes and he reached out and placed a hand on the side of her neck, thumb running over the dark bruises covering her throat from earlier that morning.

"He do that to you too?" He whispered, and Kylie couldn't answer without her voice shaking so she just nodded. "Doesn't look like he appreciates you honey." He whispered with a smirk, making her bite her lip and turn her head away. He just grabbed her chin and turned her head so she had to hold his eyes again and it was silent for a moment. "You're too pretty to be bruised up like this." He whispered before finally pressing his lips down on hers.

Kylie moaned against his lips softly, unable to help herself, she was high and he was a hell of a kisser so, no matter how guilty she'd be later, it felt good and she wanted him now. She grabbed his shirt tightly and pulled them even closer, making him smirk against her lips as he slid a hand into her hair and grabbed a fistful of it tightly. His other arm, still around her waist, tightened as he lifted her onto the desk and she smirked, wrapping her legs around him as she kissed him harder. She knew Tyler would probably kill him and her if they got far enough before he got back, but, at the moment, she didn't care. He did it to her all the fucking time. At that moment, as far as she was concerned, if he could cheat, so could she.

Chase worked her dress up to her hips before pulling away a second, and, knowing what was coming, Kylie raised her arms above her head as he pulled her dress off and tossed it away. The second it was gone, she pulled his shirt off as well before smirking and pulling his lips back to hers, kissing him hard, moaning when her bare skin touched his and his fingers drifted up her spine to slip off her bra.

He started to kiss along her neck before down her collarbone and then lower, kissing her chest while his hands roamed her body and she moaned softly. "He'll kill you." She breathed, feeling like she had to warn him again, but he just shrugged and started to undo his jeans as he brought his lips back up to her neck, kissing along her throat, tracing the bruises there before kissing the burn mark on the side of her neck and then down, along her shoulder.

"I don't care." He groaned against her skin, making her smirk as she slid her fingers down his chest and he pushed her back onto the desk, and she lifted her hips a little so he could slide her panties off while he bent over her and kissed slowly down her body, making her close her eyes and moan.




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Matt was so pissed at Bryan, it was a fucking miracle he hadn't shot him already, but, despite being high as shit, he had enough sense not to shoot Bryan in his own home. If he did, one of his guys would kill him, Gracie, and Chelsea in less than five minutes. So he managed to keep it in control, though he wasn't too thrilled about letting him get away with, not only fucking Gracie behind his back, but selling her too. It drove him nuts that Bryan could do shit like that with no consequences whatsoever.

ā€œAre we talking about Frankie and Gracie?ā€ Bryan asked sarcastically, tossing him a wad of money, like that was supposed to make it okay that he'd sold off the girl he loved. ā€œThree thousand, the rest of the cash is inside, sheā€™s your girl, the moneyā€™s all yours.ā€ Bryan shrugged and Matt rolled his eyes. ā€œI was just the middle man.ā€ He said like Matt had really been the one selling her. ā€œIt was a good price, donā€™t you think Ty?ā€ Bryan asked Tyler.

Matt's grip on the money tightened. Bryan's casual attitude about it was pissing him off, and, with how much shit he had in his system, that wasn't exactly a good thing. ā€œPersonally.ā€ Tyler answered as he lit a cigarette. ā€œI think you could have gotten more for her.ā€ He smirked, and Matt knew it was a joke, but he didn't laugh like Bryan did. He just rolled his eyes and tossed the money aside.

There was no way in hell he was taking that money. Not only would it make him an ass because it would be just about as good as him selling Gracie off, but he knew if he took it, Bryan wouldn't have a single second of hesitation telling Gracie later that he'd taken it. Hell, he'd probably use it to get her in bed with him again and it'd work. If he took that money, there was no way in hell Gracie would ever forgive him.

ā€œAlright, Iā€™ve got a job for you two in California. Itā€™s a week long and Iā€™m not accepting no for an answer. I need you guys to pick up my drugs and sell them to our buyers in Mexico. You two do that for me all send you and your girls on vacation.ā€ He smirked and Matt raised a brow. He knew both Chelsea and Gracie would probably be pissed if he left. Especially for an entire week.

ā€œIā€™m in.ā€ Tyler said, not even hesitating, making him raise a brow. Him and Kylie must have just fought because, typically, he knew he'd be hesitant to leave her, the same way he was hesitant to leave Gracie, especially with Bryan around. Gracie would probably be back in his bed the minute he packed his bags, and not particularly to hurt him or get back at him, but because Bryan was dangerously good at keeping girls coming back to him. ā€œCome on Matt, it will give us a chance to get out of here with the girls for a while, you know theyā€™d love that.ā€ Tyler said and Matt sighed deeply, glancing between his friend and Bryan.

"Fine." He finally breathed, glancing at Bryan. "But I swear to god, if anything happens to Gracie while I'm gone, it's over Bry. I'll fucking kill you." He threatened, knowing he could get away with it only because Bryan needed him at the moment.

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Chelseaā€™s violent coughā€™s broke the silence between them and Gracie rubbed her back gently soothing her. Gracie was well aware of the agreement between Matt and Bryan, not because Matt had told her, but because sheā€™d overheard Bryan and Matt talking on several occasions. She helped Chels sit up before going to her dresser and dumping a few of Chelseaā€™s pills into her hand and grabbing a half full water bottle from her night stand, helping her take the medication.

ā€œGrace?ā€ Chelseaā€™s words were barely audible over the loud music, Gracie sighed sitting down next to her and giving Chels her full attention. The energy had suddenly gotten heavy and Gracie knew a heavy question was coming. ā€œStop fucking with my brotherā€™s headā€¦please.ā€ She whispered. ā€œHe loves you, but Iā€™m not so sure you love him.ā€ She said honestly. ā€œIā€™m not stupid, Iā€™ve seen you sneak over in the middle of the night and Iā€™ve seen you leave early in the morning. Matt doesnā€™t deserve that.ā€ She said honestly.

Gracie couldnā€™t help the tears from falling. It was different hearing it from someone else, someone like Chels who admired her brother. Gracie wasnā€™t just hurting Matt she was hurting Chels to. She bit her lip trying to fight back the rest of her tears.

ā€œChelsea, you donā€™t understand.ā€ She whispered.

ā€œDonā€™t fucking tell me I donā€™t understand!ā€ She practically yelled only it sent her into violet coughing and Gracie winced. ā€œYou donā€™t understand what youā€™re doing to himā€¦and me.ā€ She sighed. ā€œOne day Mattyā€™s going to leave and heā€™s not going to come back.ā€ she breathed and Gracie knit her brows in confusion.




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"Fine." he breathed and Tyler sighed. "But I swear to god, if anything happens to Gracie while I'm gone, it's over Bry. I'll fucking kill you." He threatened and Tyler winced.

Tyler was pissed at himself simply because of what he was doing, but he had to protect Kylie, there was no way he was losing her again. He knew Matt wouldnā€™t understand that ever and he didnā€™t expect him too. Tyler would honestly have just killed Bryan a long time ago if it wasnā€™t for the fact that Bryan might as well be Hitler. His followers were so faithful that even if he killed Bryan, theyā€™d kill him and everyone close to him which meant Matt, Bunny, Gracie, Marshall, and Kylie. That was the only thing stopping him from killing Bryan.

ā€œGood, well in that case you two leave tonight.ā€ Bryan said ignoring Mattā€™s threats. ā€œAnd, please for the love of God, keep this to yourselves. No one including Gracie and Kylie need to know your leaving. In fact itā€™s best if you two just leave without a goodbye.ā€ He said honestly, though it was an order. ā€œTyler why donā€™t you call that little brother of yours and he can make sure the girls get home safe.ā€ Bryan ordered and Tyler sighed.

ā€œAlright Boss, whatever the fuck you want.ā€ Tyler sighed as he pulled out his phone and walked a few steps away. When Marshall answered, Tyler gave him no information. Simply told him to come pick up Kylie and Gracie. Before heading back over to them. ā€œHeā€™s on his way.ā€ Tyler said flicking away his cigarette.



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Gracie whipped her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. ā€œThanks for the pep talk love, but I gotta go.ā€ She said a little meaner then she meant to. She stood up leaning in and kissing Chelseaā€™s forehead only Chels, turned her head to the side and Gracieā€™s kiss landed on her temple instead. ā€œFor what itā€™s worth, I love both of you.ā€ She breathed before slipping back out into the part.

Gracie just wanted to go home and she figured Matt was done by now and they could finally leave. She wasnā€™t exactly sure how long she searched for him, pushing past people and groaning in pain every time someone bumped into her. Not to mention that familiar itch just under her skin from having been sober for far too long. Eventually she couldnā€™t take the pain and exhaustion any longer and she made her way into the kitchen grabbing an already opened bottle of Vodka, taking a long swig of it wincing as hit set her rare throat on fire.

She finished off the bottle before she started looking for Matt again, this time she was pissed because the thought of him and Bonnie mixed with the alcohol, had her raging mad. If she found Matt, sheā€™d beat the fuck out of him and if she found Bonnie, sheā€™d put her in the grave. Only she didnā€™t get very far before she felt someone grab her an spin her around for the millionth time that night and before she even saw who it was her first reaction was to punch the person in the face.

ā€œFuck!ā€ He screamed and Gracieā€™s eyes widened realizing it was Marshall, the least hostile persona at the entire party. He turned back to her, his lip bleeding. ā€œGracie, relax, shit.ā€ He breathed looking her over and he could tell she was stung out and she looked like shit covered in bruises and he sighed. ā€œListen, Iā€™m going to take you home.ā€ He offered hoping she wouldnā€™t fight him, he wasnā€™t like his brother and he wasnā€™t like Matt at all he was the complete opposite so if Gracie or Kylie fought him he wasnā€™t sure how heā€™d get them home.

ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€ She breathed. ā€œThank you.ā€ She said leaning up and kissing his cheek. ā€œFor taking me home.ā€ She sighed and walked past him, slipping out the front door, she didnā€™t want to be there any longer then she had to be. She figured Marshall had been sent for her and Ky, because Matt and Tyler had a job, theyā€™d be back in the morning. She thought as she slipped into the front passenger seat. Her body ached and her ears were still ringing all she wanted to do was sleep.



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"Alright then, are we done here?" Tyler could tell Matt was pissed and heā€™d be took if Bryan took it upon himself to sell off Kylie at the same fucking party. Bryan was getting gutsy. He was comfortable with the fact that he could get away with whatever he wanted, he thought he was untouchable. But, Tyler knew that he underestimated him and Matt. Sure they were willing to do whatever he wanted, but he failed to realize that Tyler and Matt did all the things his other guys werenā€™t willing to do, with the two of them heā€™d fall apart and Tyler knew that. Bryan was burning the wrong bridges fucking with Gracie and Mattā€™s relationship.

Thatā€™s why Tyler had been keeping Kylie as far away from him as he could. He didnā€™t trust Bryan as far as he could throw him and he knew well enough that Bryan could turn his back on you in a second, heā€™s seen Bryan do it to some of his best men. If he even thought you were disposable or replaceable, heā€™d turn his back n you in a matter of seconds.

ā€œYeah. I think we are.ā€ Tyler said as Bryan tossed him the keys to one of the SUVā€™s. Tyler climbed in the drives seat, waiting for Matt and before he knew it they were on the road headed four hours towards Los Angeles.

It was quite for a long time as they drove through the desert in silence, before Tyler finally spoke. ā€œKylieā€™s not going to forgive me for this one.ā€ He sighed. ā€œYou alright?ā€ he asked not exactly sure what had happened between Bryan and Matt, but being Mattā€™s friend despite what he said or how he acted he cared.




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Kylie couldn't find Tyler no matter where she looked and it was driving her absolutely nuts to think that he might possibly have left with some bitch. He'd said he had to stay the whole time, but Bryan may have been pissed enough at his causing a scene that he'd kicked him out. Fuck. If he left, she wouldn't find him at all, but she couldn't bring it on herself to believe he'd just left her there.

After a while of looking and not finding him, she decided to sit with Chase and a few of his friends on the couch for a while, letting him shoot her up and smoking a few joints. After a while, it was easy to forget Tyler altogether and she actually enjoyed spending time with Chase. They sat with a group of his friends and she loved that she wasn't just there to look pretty and kiss him while he talked. He actually talked to her, including her in the conversation like she was just as good as any of them.

"Why'd you leave me in the library earlier?" She asked, kissing along his jaw as he worked on rolling another joint and he just shrugged and grabbed her chin, looking in her eyes.

"You just looked so tired." He smirked and finished rolling the joint with his other hand, using his thumb to pull her mouth open before placing it between her lips and bringing a lighter up, lighting it for her. "I couldn't bring myself to wake you." He breathed, rubbing her cheek with his thumb before his expression turned a little more playful and he smirked. "Why are you still here anyway love? Don't you have a boyfriend to worry about?" He asked, raising a brow and she smirked and pulled away from him, taking a hit off her joint before pulling it away from her lips.

"Not when he's off fucking some other slut." She shrugged like it didn't bother her and blew a perfect smoke ring in his face.

He just laughed. "Damn, the more I hear about the guy, the more I hate him." He chuckled, working on rolling himself a joint now.

"That's okay, the longer I sit with you, the more I hate him too." She breathed, leaning her head back on the couch and closing her eyes, taking a hit off her joint.

"Kylie, come on, I'm taking you home." Kylie raised a brow, opening her eyes to see Marshall standing there in front of the couch. He glanced at Chase before back to her. "Come on Ky, don't fight me, let's just go." Kylie sighed. If Tyler had thought to call Marshall before leaving, he probably wasn't with some girl. If he was with some girl, he wouldn't give a shit how she got home. Which meant Bryan had probably given him some job. She had to leave.

Kylie leaned over and kissed Chase one more time before sighing and letting Marshall walk her out to his car. Gracie was already out there and she sighed, not saying a word as she slipped into the back seat and Marshall pulled out onto the road.




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ā€œYeah. I think we are.ā€ Tyler said to Matt's relief and he was just happy to see Bryan toss Tyler the car keys without another word. He wasn't sure he could stay there much longer. He'd either hit Bryan or back out of the job. Neither would be too good of a situation seeing as Bryan would probably kill him either way. They got in the car and Matt rolled down the passenger window as Tyler pulled onto the road.

He lit himself a cigarette, smoking it in the silence, not making a move to break it until Tyler did. ā€œKylieā€™s not going to forgive me for this one.ā€ He sighed and Matt shrugged. He doubted Gracie and Chels would forgive him either. ā€œYou alright?ā€ He asked and Matt just took a long drag off his cigarette, letting it fall silent.

"Not exactly." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Gracie won't stop fucking with my head." He shrugged, taking a drag off his cigarette. "She's been fucking Bryan for god-knows how long, so now he thinks he's entitled to her, which is why he sold her off to some asshole tonight." He rolled his eyes, pissed at himself all over again for not having been there to stop it. Eventually, he just sighed out a breath of smoke and shrugged, glancing out the window at the desert rolling by. "At least I'll have a week away from her fucking head games. I love her, really, but she drives me fucking nuts." He chuckled, rolling his eyes and taking a drag off his cigarette.

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Three days had gone by since Bryanā€™s party and she hadnā€™t so much as gotten a phone call from Matt, sheā€™d overdosed and wound up in the hospital. Sheā€™d fought Marshall because she was pissed off that heā€™d even taken her. She wished heā€™d have left her to die. She refused to come out of her room and sheā€™d call Matt about a million times half her voicemails were nasty and she said awful things while the other half was her apologizing and begging him to come back. She was driving herself absolutely crazy and the worst part about it was she couldnā€™t help but think that maybe heā€™d fallen for Bonnie just as quickly as heā€™d fallen for her and theyā€™d taken off together.

She hadnā€™t eaten since heā€™d left, the only thing sheā€™d consumed in the past three days was drugs and liquor. The bruise on her ribs had only gotten worse and more painful. She literally couldnā€™t live without him, he was all she knew and sheā€™d spent the last few months building her life around him and Chelseaā€™s words just kept repeating in her head [i] One day Mattys going to leave and heā€™s not going to come back.[/b] it was like a broken record and it was driving her nuts.

Marshall was honestly worried she was going to die, but she didnā€™t give a shit. If Matt didnā€™t give a shit enough to call her and tell her he hadnā€™t left or that he still loved her, then why should she care whether she lived or died. Eventually, Bryan had come over and kicked down her door, forced her to get dressed and get out of the house. Heā€™d invited both her ad Kylie over. Sheā€™d cleaned up enough to look decent despite the fact that her cloths that used to fit perfectly were starting to hang off of her due to the amount of wait sheā€™d lost. Gracie had a bad feeling, but Bryan hadnā€™t given her a choice.

Heā€™d shoot her up and shove another drink in her hand, eventually sheā€™d passed out and when she woke up she had no idea where she was. Sheā€™d woken up on a twin size bed in a freezing cold room. The bedroom was small and looked more like it should be condemned then lived in. Her first instinct was to check the door, but it was locked from the outside. There were no windows and no possible vents to escape out of, sheā€™d been kidnapped. She wasnā€™t entirely sure how long sheā€™d been down there, but eventually Frankie had come down stairs and to her surprise heā€™d actually been somewhat nice.

Heā€™d told her that she was property of Bryanā€™s partner Louie Panzio an Italian Mobster with a long history of violence. Who Frankie happened to work for. Frankie had confirmed Gracieā€™s fears and told her that heā€™d run off with Bonnie and heā€™d been the one to give Bryan the go ahead to sell her. At first Gracie hadnā€™t believed him until Frankie had showed her a video from the part that night and Bryan handing Matt a wad of cash. Frankie had also informed her that Matt had also sold Chels cause he was tired of dealing with her and that Kylie had been sold too because Tyler was sick of her and Bunny and Bunny was easier for him to deal with.

When Frankie had finally left her alone, she let herself really cry until sheā€™d passed out from crying to hard. She begged Frankie every time he came to see her for drugs, sheā€™d do whatever he wanted, she just needed to numb the pain, but every time he refused forcing her to sober up and handle the pain that not only had Matt sold her and his sister but heā€™d taken off with Bonnie. She was completely broken.

So, when sheā€™d finally met Louie and he fucked her she didnā€™t fight, she had no fight left in her. She was no longer a person, she was an object and sheā€™d completely given up on everything. Louie had reward her ā€œgood behaviorā€ with drugs and a pack of cigarettes once again leaving her alone. She wasnā€™t entirely sure how long sheā€™d been there or what time of day it was. She based her timing and days on Louieā€™s visits to her for sex. He came once a dayā€¦or night, she knew when he visited next, it was the next day.

She sat on her bed, lend against the wall smoking a cigarette. Her thoughts had become empty and sheā€™d learned to cure her boredom, by counting the creak in the cement walls. Sheā€™d stopped feeling sorry for herself after Louieā€™s second visit and every once in a while Frankie would come down stairs to keep her company which would only end up in the two of them fucking, not that she minded. She wondered though how Chels and Kylie were and she worried about them when she allowed her self to feel something other than numb.



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Matt was like a brother to Tyler, theyā€™d done a million jobs together and somehow they just got each other, without even having to talk. Theyā€™d never fought simply because theyā€™d always had each otherā€™s back. Now Tyler was throwing him under the bus like heā€™d just meet him. He pushed the thoughts aside as he lit a cigarette. Despite what they were doing and how tense he was about the whole situation. Driving through the desert in the middle of the night, smoking was completely relaxing and he made a mental note to just take a drive with Kylie, park somewhere and lay in the bed of his truck in the middle of the desert and star gaze. He wondered if she knew how much he loved her and that heā€™d die for her in a heartbeat.

"Not exactly." Matt sighed and Tyler glanced to him, before back to the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other pressing his cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag. "Gracie won't stop fucking with my head. She's been fucking Bryan for god-knows how long, so now he thinks he's entitled to her, which is why he sold her off to some asshole tonight." Tyler should have warned him about Gracie, at least said something to tip him off because heā€™d seen their fights and heā€™d watched Gracie turn it all back around on him or make him feel shitty. Him and Kylie just fought, Kylie didnā€™t play games and neither did he for the most part, they knew when they were in the wrong, but they were both too damn stubborn to give in and apologize. "At least I'll have a week away from her fucking head games. I love her, really, but she drives me fucking nuts." he chuckled and Tyler sighed.

ā€œThat girls a fucking nut case, just like her father.ā€ Tyler shook his head. ā€œYou gotta a lot of patience Matt and she loves you, anyone could tell you that, but sheā€™s like Kylie, there too damn scared to let us win for once.ā€ He smirked.
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Theyā€™re supposed week long trip had got extended to a two week trip. However they were allowed to talk to the girls or anyone else for that matter, because anyone mostly the cops could easily tap their phone lines. The job had been anything but easy, Tyler had been shoot a total of three times during the deadly gun fight theyā€™d been involved in, not to mention theyā€™d almost gotten kidnapped by a Mexican drug cartel. The whole thing was one fucking mess after another.

Tyler had ended up sleeping with a few girls heā€™d met at a bar, simply because he was too fuck up and missing Kylie too much to think straight. It was like being away from her for that whole year all over again. Heā€™d hated himself for giving in and cheating on her not that it was anything new or that sheā€™d even find out, but he had to live with the guilt. When him and Matt werenā€™t working they were getting shit faced until they passed out because they were both guilty and Missing Kylie and Gracie, not that either of them were really willing to admit that, but they didnā€™t have to.

Eventually theyā€™d finally completed the job and Tyler was sore and exhausted. His bullet wounds were still fresh. Heā€™d driven all the way home and when they finally pulled into their garage, Tyler cut the engine and nudged Matt awake, before slipping out of the car and heading inside. The house was quite for the first time in a long time and he slipped up the stairs and into his bedroom flipping on the light. Kylie wasnā€™t in bed which was odd.

ā€œBabe?ā€ he called and fell silent but there was no answer. ā€œKylie?ā€ he called again checking the bathroom before slipping back out of the room. He made his way down stairs calling her name every few seconds only there was no answer. He was somewhat sober, which meant her was more alert and aware. His heart started racing as he made his way back up the stairs and into his brotherā€™s bedroom flipping on the lights and pulling his brother out of bed and out of a dead sleep.

ā€œMarshall, where the fuck is Kylie?ā€ he spat irritated and Marshall shoved him away.

ā€œFuck you Tyler, Iā€™m trying to sleep you ass hole.ā€ He practically yelled and for the first time in his life, Tyler was surprised that Marshall was actually being aggressive towards him. ā€œYouā€™ve been gone for two weeks no so much as a damn phone call, we all though you and Matt were dead.ā€ He shook his head. ā€œThen you come barging in her in the middle of the fucking night, whatā€™s wrong with you.ā€™ He hissed. ā€œKylie and Gracie are gone. They went to a party at Bryanā€™s and never came back, Bryan said Gracie flipped shit and took off and Kylie went with her, that was last weekend.ā€ He shrugged.



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By the time Marshall got her home that night, she'd completely passed out and he had to carry her up to her room and put her to bed.

When she woke the next morning, she woke alone. Her head was pounding and her while body hurt and, not just that, but Tyler wasn't there. He'd never come home. She couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in her gut that morning. It wasn't like it was particularly unusual for him not to come home in the morning, but, seeing as she hadn't exactly learned to trust him from the last time he'd left her, everytime she woke alone, she had a mini panic.

She'd spent that day getting high with Marshall and still Tyler didn't come home. He didn't even call to tell her he was on a job. If he went on a multi-day job without telling her, he always called eventually, once he'd sobered up, to make sure she knew where he was incase he was killed. But he didn't call, making her that much more nervous, and she went to bed that night alone.

After waking up alone two more mornings, it finally sunk in. She became a total wreck. She took more drugs than she probably should have to get him off her mind, but it never quite seemed to work. Marshall tried telling her over and over again that he'd come back just to get her to stop crying, but, after so many times, she just couldn't hear him anymore. It was like reliving the first time all over again. He'd told her he wouldn't leave her, and yet he did anyway. It hurt worse than anything he could do to her, and, no matter how many times Marshall tried to reassure her, she was constantly terrified that he'd never come back. She knew him. If he really had left again, he wouldn't be back. He'd never planned to come back for her the first time, their ending back together had been a complete accident. She wasn't sure her luck would give her that kind of a chance twice. This time if he was gone, he was gone for good.

She hated him for leaving again, but she couldn't stop calling him. She needed him back. She couldn't survive without him. Still, no matter how many times she called, he hadn't answered once.

Eventually, she'd gotten sick of sleeping alone and invited Chase over and the two of them pretty much just stayed in bed for the rest of the week until Bryan came over, trying to make an attempt to get her and Gracie out of the house. What she couldn't understand was why Bryan wouldn't tell them shit. He had to know where they'd gone. If they weren't on a job, then at the very least he'd be able to tell her for sure if they'd taken off and, if they had, Kylie knew Bryan wouldn't just let them get away with it. He'd have guys looking for them. He had to know something, and yet he refused to tell them anything.

Her and Gracie went to Bryan's when he invited them over, despite neither of them particularly liking the idea. Kylie only went because she thought maybe Bryan was finally going to tell them something and she knew, if he had any information, the only way she'd ever get it out of him was by doing what he wanted. In the end though, they didn't talk about Matt or Tyler. Bryan simply got the two of them so drunk and high they passed out completely.

When Kylie woke, she had no idea where she was or what the fuck had happened, but wherever she was, it wasn't her place and it wasn't Bryan's. She was in a bedroom, one of her arms tied tightly to the headboard above her, like whoever tied it had figured she'd freak out when she woke up. But her head was pounding too hard for freaking out so she just sat up and waited there for anyone to come for her and explain exactly what had happened, fearing the worst, knowing Bryan's reputation for selling off girls.

When the door finally opened, Chase walked in and leaned against the door, watching her as he lit a cigarette before tossing the pack to her. It was a bit of a struggle, lighting the cigarette with only one hand, but eventually she managed, taking a drag, waiting for him to speak. When he finally did, he explained to her that Bryan had sold her, like she'd expected, but not to him. Apparently, him and Bonnie had an older brother that did a lot of work for Bryan and that's who's hands she'd ended up in.

It had been a total of two weeks since Tyler had left and she knew at that point he wasn't coming back. Not just because it had been a long time, but because that's what Chase's brother had been telling her for the last few days to get her to relax. He'd told her pretty much everything she'd been afraid of, the same way, at that party, Chase had been able to tell her everything she'd wanted to hear. It was a dangerous trait that seemed to run through their family, but it was extremely effective. Eventually, she didn't even see the point in fighting.

Chase, at the moment, was standing at the window in nothing but his jeans, smoking a cigarette and she was on the bed in his white button up, smoking her own, eyes tracing his lines as she watched him. "You know I really like you, don't you Kylie?" He asked without turning around and Kylie just shrugged and took a drag off her cigarette.

"Sure. You're nicer to me than Peter." She breathed out a breath of smoke. She couldn't say she was his biggest fan. After all, he may not have bought her, but he had been the one to tell his brother about her and so far, he hadn't done shit to get him to let her go, but she didn't hate him the way she hated Peter. Actually, she figured, under normal circumstances, she could probably like him a lot. Maybe even enough to have a fairly decent relationship with him. He always treated her decently. Sometimes even better than Tyler had.

"I'm sorry about him." He sighed, turning to face her then and she just shrugged like it didn't bother her. Like she didn't mind that she was locked up in a room all the time, and half the time, she wasn't even trusted enough to be untied since she'd tried, on more than one occasion, to jump out the window.

"No, seriously, I should have never even mentioned you to him. He always wants what I've got, but I couldn't help it." He smirked, rolling his eyes at himself. "Since I've met you, you're all I think about, and I wanted to tell someone. If get you out of here if I could, but he's a lot more dangerous than me." He sighed. "He hates the hell out of Bonnie. Honestly, it's a miracle that girl's still alive, but I've seen, from her, what being on his shit list is like and in sorry Kylie, but I don't want to end up dead."

Kylie just shrugged and took a drag off her cigarette like she didn't care, but he wasn't fooled and she wasn't fooling herself. There were tears in her eyes and they both knew that, even though she didn't fight him for the sheer fact that they kept her sober and she always seemed to give in when she was sober, even to Tyler, despite her submission, she was sick of being Peter's pass time. Chase came over to her then and turned her jaw to face him and he smirked as he held her eyes. "Don't worry babe, he'll get bored of you soon. He always does, and when he does, he'll leave you alone." He kissed her forehead. "And, if you want, you can be with me then, and no one will ever bruise that pretty face of yours again." He promised, pulling away and holding her eyes. "If you don't want that, that's okay too though. I'm not my brother, I'll let you go." He said with a shrug and Kylie just sighed and took another slow drag off her cigarette, not sure what she wanted.




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Matt was utterly exhausted by the time they got back. What was supposed to have been one week had turned into two and what should have been a fairly simple selling job compared to the whole ordeal of committing seamless murders, had turned into a total shitstorm. Both of them had nearly been killed on more than one occasion and, in the end, the whole thing had been more trouble than it had been worth.

And to make matters worse, for safety reasons, neither him nor Tyler had been allowed to call home and talk to the girls so he knew Chelsea and Gracie were home hating him. Chelsea had to stay, but it'd be a miracle if Gracie was still there when he got back, he knew that. He'd hate himself too.

Actually, he pretty much did. He'd spent every free second he had the last two weeks getting high so he could try and stop hating himself so much. He just couldn't get over what had happened between Gracie and Bryan, and then the fact that he hadn't been able to protect her from that asshole Frankie because he'd been too busy fucking Bonnie. And finally, to put a cherry on top, he'd just completely taken off on her without so much as a word. He knew, if she was still there when he got back, he'd have his work cut out for him trying to win her back over.

When they finally did get back, he grabbed a beer from the fridge before heading up to his and Gracie's room and, just like he'd expected, she wasn't there. He sighed and went into the bathroom, but she wasn't there either so he did a little walking around the house, but he knew he wouldn't find her. Honestly, he was so tired from the last two weeks, he didn't even think maybe something had happened to her. He just assumed she'd been pissed and left him, so he was debating simply filling his veins with something and dealing with it later, when he was sober because he'd had a long two weeks and he really didn't want to think about the possibility of Gracie never coming back.

On his way downstairs though, he passed Tyler in Marshall's doorway, making him stop too. He looked pissed and he knew the only reason Tyler would have to bother Marshall. After such a long two weeks, Matt knew all Tyler wanted was to be in bed with Kylie, the same way he wanted Gracie, but the fact that he wasn't meant Kylie had to be missing too. So he stopped. Because Kylie didn't really seem like the type to be able to leave out of nowhere. Tyler had done that to her before and it had scarred her. He highly doubted she could do it to another person so he knew, if she was gone too, Gracie had to have practically dragged her out the door. ā€œKylie and Gracie are gone. They went to a party at Bryanā€™s and never came back, Bryan said Gracie flipped shit and took off and Kylie went with her, that was last weekend.ā€ Matt heard Marshall saying, catching the end of their conversation and his fists clenched instantly. Fuck.

"And you believed that shit Marshall?" He spat, rolling his eyes. "Fuck, you and I both know where they are Ty." He hissed not even hesitating another second before he made his way back down to his and Gracie's room, picking up his guns and then heading downstairs, not even thinking about what he was doing because he knew what had happened to the girls. They'd gone over to Bryan's and never come back. They hadn't left. Either they were locked up in his mansion somewhere or they'd been sold to someone he worked with. Meaning he had to get them back. No matter how dangerous it was to threaten Bryan the way he was about to.

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Gracie was sober and she hated it. Her skin itched and she was irritable as she smoked her cigarette and flipped through one of the magazines from the stack. Frankie had brought her. She had to admit, as much as she wanted to hate Frankie for what heā€™d done all heā€™d done was take care of her. Heā€™d gotten her to eat and smile and laugh, she felt like sheā€™d hadnā€™t laughed since sheā€™d been with Matt. She sighed as she took a drag off her cigarette. Her bruises were healed for the most part and she gained her weight back. She looked normal again and less like a skeleton.

She heard the door open and glanced up smirking when she saw Frankie come in. He held up an expensive looking floor length dress that looked like it was straight off the red carpet. The dress was strapless, white, and it shimmer in the light, there was a slit all the way up the leg. Gracie stood up and grabbed the sides of it looking it over. It was beautiful.

ā€œYou like it?ā€ he asked and she glanced up and nodded before her eyes moved back to the dress. ā€œItā€™s yours, for tonight.ā€ He said walking past her and laying it on her bed, before turning back around and pulling her close, kissing her gently and she couldnā€™t help but moan and melt into the kiss it felt incredible. Nothing like Matt, sheā€™d all but forced herself to forget the taste of mattā€™s lips on her and replaced them with Frankieā€™s and Louieā€™s though she preferred Frankie. Eventually he pulled away, but she kept her eyes on him.

ā€œWhatā€™s the occasion, basement prom? How romantic.ā€ She teased and Frankie laughed.

ā€œClose babe, but no cigar.ā€ He sighed. ā€œTheyā€™re having a fancy yacht and by them I mean Bryan, Peter, and Louie.ā€ He rolled his eyes. ā€œEveryoneā€™s going to be there and apparently youā€™re playing Louieā€™s girl for the night. You should be honored. He must really like you.ā€

ā€œFrankie, I wanna go with you.ā€ She breathed. He held her eyes for a moment, before wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her forehead, she closed her eyes taking in the moment. ā€œI know babe, but you donā€™t belong to me. I should have never bought you that night, Iā€™m sorry Gracie.ā€ He whispered making her shiver. ā€œNow letā€™s go get you ready.ā€ He smirked as he grabbed the dress and led her out of the room sheā€™d been locked in.

He led her upstairs and into a huge mansion, it was beautiful. Sheā€™d only seen house that nice in a Better Homes and Gardenā€™s Magazine. It was definitely a drug lordā€™s house and Gracie would never admit it, but she could get used to living with Louie if that was the kind of life he lived.

ā€œFuck, if youā€™d have shown me this part of the house, I wouldnā€™t have tried to run away.ā€ She smirked wickedly.
Frankie led her up to what she assumed was Louieā€™s hug bathroom and into his bathroom, that was stalked with a shit load of make-up different perfumes and a collection of heels, like heā€™d bought it all to make her look like she was worth a billion dollars. After she showered she felt a like herself, refreshed.

ā€œwhere did he get all this shit?ā€ she called from the bathroom as she slipped on her bra and underwear followed by the dress. ā€œI mean, he couldnā€™t have just bought it for tonight, who the hell does the guy want to impress?ā€ she asked as she lined her gray-blue eyes with thick black liner.

ā€œHeā€™s had three wives.ā€ Frankie called back. ā€œHe killed two of them and the other one left him.ā€ Frankie explained like it was no big deal. ā€œMost of its left over shit, heā€™s actually a decent guy when heā€™s sober. He treats his girls good unless they piss him off.ā€ Gracie raised a brow with a smirk, suddenly realize just how much she could really get out of Louie just by doing what he wanted.

ā€œRight.ā€ Gracie smirked, paining her lips with dark red lips stick. She curled her long hair in big loose curls before slipping on a pair of diamond earrings. She looked over herself in the full length mirror, she honestly didnā€™t recognize herself, she was sheā€™d ever looked that incredibly stunning.

ā€œThis however, he bought just for you.ā€ Frankie said coming up behind her and putting a diamond chocker around her neck. Gracieā€™s hand went to it looking it over in the mirror, suddenly liking Louie a little too much. ā€œItā€™s all real diamonds.ā€ Frankie said kissing her neck.




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"And you believed that shit Marshall?" Tyler heard Matt behind him and he sighed letting his brother go. "Fuck, you and I both know where they are Ty."

Tyler knew exactly what had happened to the girls, he just fucking hated himself for thinking that Bryan wouldnā€™t sell kylie too. He was pissed and heā€™d have to tell Matt that he knew, that way when shit went down, Matt wouldnā€™t get distracted when Bryan tried to turn the tables and put all the blame on him. Tyler just wished that Matt wouldnā€™t have heard, so that he could have gotten all three of the girls back and cleaned up the mess himself. He knew Matt would completely flip when he found out it wasnā€™t just Gracie and Kylie, but Chelsea too.

ā€œMarshall get your shit, wake up Bunny.ā€ He ordered. ā€œYou gotta help me.ā€ He said, before heading down stairs after Matt. He managed to grabbed Matt and spin him quickly to face him.

ā€œListen Matt. This is my fault.ā€ Tyler said being honest, heā€™d never been very good and beating around the bush. Tyler had never been one to make excuses for his mistakes. He was a man about it and took full responsibilities for his actions no matter the price. ā€œBryan set you up and I was a part of it.ā€ He sighed running his fingers through his Mohawk. ā€œI did it to protect Kylie and you know you would have done the same fucking thing to protect Gracie, but I was stupid to think he wouldnā€™t sell Ky too, Iā€™m not asking you to forgive me because I donā€™t deserve it.ā€ He said holding his friends eyes. ā€œBut, we make a good team and you know you canā€™t bring Bryan down by yourself and if we do this we canā€™t just bust in their guns blazing, we have to play his game and beat him at it.ā€ He explained.

ā€œHe sold Chels to.ā€ He swallowed hard knowing that would kill Matt. ā€œMatt, we have to be smart about this, for the girls. Or heā€™ll kill us and thereā€™s no saving them. I know you pissed right now and I want to shoot Bryan right between the fucking eyes, but heā€™s gotta know that were both going to be pissed and heā€™ll be ready for it.ā€ He said his voice slightly shaky hoping that he could talk Matty into actually coming up with a plan instead of busting down Bryanā€™s doors and then turning the gun on Tyler too, even though Tyler was well aware he deserved it.

ā€œWhat he wonā€™t be ready for is if we play along and pretend we donā€™t give a shit. There all getting together tomorrow night, in LA for a Yacht party, theyā€™ll all be there and we have to get Bryan to take us with him. You can bet your ass whoever he sold the girls to will be there showing them off.ā€ He said honestly. ā€œWhat do you say?ā€



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When she didn't answer him, Chase just sighed and leaned in, kissing her lips and she moaned softly against them, flicking her cigarette away before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down over her. He kissed her harder, slipping his tongue past her lips and she slid her hands down his bare chest to his jeans, starting to undo them, but he sighed against her lips and caught her hands in his, pulling away and holding her eyes. "As much as I'd love to fuck you again babe, I can't." He smirked, leaning down and kissing her nose before rolling off her and she sat up on her elbows, confused.

"Do you have somewhere to be?" She asked, and he smirked and grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, placing a hand on the back of her neck as he leaned down and kissed her lips again. His hands came down and pulled his shirt off her, leaving her in her underwear before he pulled away again and pulled the shirt on over his own head.

"No, not for a while, but you do." He smirked and she knit her brows, even more confused now. They had yet to let her out of the room. Where the hell did she have to be?

"Chase, stop fucking with me, just tell me what's going on." She breathed, starting to get tired of him messing with her and he just smirked and gestured to the room's closet.

She'd actually been given a decent room with a bathroom and a walk-in closet, not that it mattered really. She had no clothes there, meaning she basically just wore shirts of Peter's or Chase's and half the time, when Chase and Peter were both gone, she always had at least one arm tied to the bed, depending on who'd tied her. Chase was nicer, so he typically left her a pack of cigarettes and only tied one arm whereas Peter preferred to tie both. There was a guard left outside her door on those occasions in case she had to pee, but, it's not like, because she had a decent room, she was living the high life. She hadn't even been in the closet, so why he was gesturing to it was beyond her.

Kylie sighed and stood anyway though, pulling the door open and raising a brow when she saw the inside. There were several shoe boxes stacked off to one side, but, hanging on a single hanger in the middle was a long red dress. It was the kind of fabric she was afraid to touch, because it caught the light so beautifully. She'd honestly never seen anything like it. She'd never been anywhere worthy of that kind of dress in her life. Not even her mother's most stuck-up party back in Apple Creek would work. "What the fuck?" She breathed, making Chase laugh as he came up behind her and moved her hair, kissing up her neck.

"There's a yacht party that Bryan, Peter, and Bryan's other partner Louie are throwing." He breathed against her skin. "Peter wants you to come. In that." Kylie just closed her eyes and tilted her neck as he kissed it.

"Why me? I'm not even allowed to walk around his house, but now he's buying me dresses and shoes? It doesn't make sense." She whispered, biting her lip and he turned her in his arms.

"He paid quite a bit for you Ky, he's only kept you locked up because he's waiting until he can show you off." He smirked, holding her eyes.

"So I'll be on his arm?" She asked and he raised his eyebrows, understanding the question.

"For a while, yes." He shrugged. "But once he starts talking business and all the flashy show-and-tell is over, he'll probably hand you over to me to watch until he wants you back, so you'll be with both of us." Kylie smirked and leaned up, kissing his lips softly, knowing he'd probably had quite a bit to do with Peter wanting her to come with the party.

"You're a good guy Chase." She breathed against his lips and he squeezed her in his arms.

"I know, it's a curse." He laughed, kissing her one more time before pulling away and gesturing to the bathroom. "As you can see, the dress is in the closet, same with your shoes, but your jewelry and everything else you'll need is in the bathroom. A lot of it's Bonnie's shit." He smirked and leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "Except the diamonds. I picked those out and they're yours to keep. I figured every girl's got to have a bit of her own ice." He smirked before heading for the door. "See ya later love, start getting ready. I'll be back in a few hours for you." He smirked, winking and blowing her a kiss before slipping out the door and she didn't bother hesitating, just slipped into the bathroom and started the shower so she could get ready.




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Matt didn't quite make it to the front door. Instead, Tyler grabbed him and turned him to face him and, at that point, he was so worked up and ready to kill Bryan, it was a miracle he hadn't shot him out of sheer impulse. ā€œListen Matt. This is my fault.ā€ Tyler said and Matt relaxed a little and raised his eyebrows, fists clenching as he listened to him explain that Bryan had set him up and Tyler had known. The only reason Matt had yet to lash out at him, especially when he said that Chelsea had also been a part of the deal, was that he was right. The two of them did make a good team, and they needed to be more levelheaded before facing Bryan.

ā€œMatt, we have to be smart about this, for the girls. Or heā€™ll kill us and thereā€™s no saving them. I know you're pissed right now and I want to shoot Bryan right between the fucking eyes, but heā€™s gotta know that were both going to be pissed and heā€™ll be ready for it.ā€ He said and, as awful as it was to hear that, not only Gracie, but also his little sister had been sold to some asshole, he knew he was right. If he charged right in and threatened Bryan, they'd never get them back, he'd be dead, and, in the end, it would probably do more damage then good.

ā€œWhat he wonā€™t be ready for is if we play along and pretend we donā€™t give a shit. There all getting together tomorrow night, in LA for a Yacht party, theyā€™ll all be there and we have to get Bryan to take us with him. You can bet your ass whoever he sold the girls to will be there showing them off.ā€ He said as Matt listened, fists clenching at the thought of Chelsea and Gracie being carted around on the arm of some rich prick, flaunted like a prize. ā€œWhat do you say?ā€

Matt turned his eyes on Tyler, angry as all hell, but not just at Bryan anymore. Without even answering, he lashed out, quicker than Tyler could duck, punching him right across the jaw so hard it knocked him to the ground. Matt pulled back, shaking out his fist. "You deserve a hell of a lot more then that for being such a dumbass." He spat, shaking his head before reaching out a hand and helping him up. "But you're right. We're a good team and I need you." He sighed before slipping his gun away. "When'd you say this party takes place?" He breathed, not sure what to do, short of buying them back but he knew if he did that, Bryan and whoever had bought then would be a huge dick about it and it'd be an exorbitant amount of money. And they didn't just have one girl to get back. They had three.