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Rianne Del Rey

"You don't know me, and you never will."

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a character in “Tiny Dancer”, as played by desire99600

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❝Dance is the hidden language of the soul.❞



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| Full Name |
"I hate it, but it's not like I can change it." Rianne Beatrice Del Rey [ Ree-Anne ]

| Nickname |
"I really don't care." Rianne isn't a fan of her name. To her, it's too girly, even though she's a walking whirlwind of lip-gloss and hair-product. She doesn't hate it, but she doesn't particularly prefer it either. Her mother likes it because it sounds "sophisticated" and "classy" so her mother calls her Rianne, as do her father and sister and other relatives, but no one else really does. She prefers her sportier nicknames outside of the home, and tends to introduce herself as these. Only those in her family really know her real name. Most of the time, people at school or in her social group call her Ryan. She likes this nickname the most, because she's always liked the idea of using a boy's name for a girl, but others include Ri [ Ree ], Ann (which she's not too fond of, but tolerates), Rey (which is actually the second part of her last name, but works with her first as well), Ria [ Ree-Uh ], or Ry. She doesn't like to use her middle name at all, because it's even more awful than her first, so she just sticks with variations of her first.

| Age |
"I can't wait to graduate and get the fuck out of here." Eighteen. Senior in high-school

| Gender |
"Really?" Female

| Role |
"The Queen-fucking-bee." Girl Two




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| Eyes |
"Nothing special I guess." Ryan has very dark chocolate brown eyes. They're so dark that, in most lightings, they actually appear black though, at times, the sunlight will catch slight amber tones in them that bake them brown. They're not a shocking aqua or unique grey, but they still have a way of captivating you and stealing your attention.

| Hair |
"It's the envy of all my blonde haired, blue-eyed accomplices." Ria has extremely long, dark brown hair. It swings down to her waist in dark locks that other girls look at with jealousy. It's shining and soft and, like her eyes, is so dark that, at times, can appear almost black while, at others is a rich chocolate brown. She loves her hair and doesn't cut it unless her ends start to get dead, hence it's length. Naturally, it's rather wavy, but Ri styles her hair all the time. Sometimes she'll curl it in big thick, bouncing curls, other times she'll curl it into smaller, springy ringlets, and even more often, Ryan will straighten her hair, making it even longer. For cheer, she has to wear it up, but other than this, she usually likes to let it hang down.

| Skin Tone |
"Blessed." Ryan's skin tone is a rich, smooth olive. She's lovely tanned and stays this way all winter, unlike some of the other girls she hangs out with, her tan is natural, not sprayed or acquired in a bed. Lots of girls envy her ability to stay richly tanned even in the winter just as they envy the flawlessness of her complexion, seeming to practically glow.

| Build |
"I know I don't look like much, but I can be a real bitch." Ryan isn't very tall or sturdy. In fact, she's fairly small. This factor helps her in both her dance and her cheer because it makes her light, but in other aspects of life, it can be a real pain in the ass. A lot of people look at her and see her round face and fragile looking stature and assume she's a lot younger than she actually is. Until she opens her mouth to talk, people rarely take her seriously, assuming she's young, innocent, and naive.

| Distinct Markings |
"My mom would probably kill me if she knew I had any imperfections."
Piercings
Ryan's mother doesn't particularly like any form of imperfection, this includes piercings and tattoos. She got her ears pierced when she was fifteen, she had a friend on the cheer team do it for her and her mother nearly exploded, however, she allowed her to keep them, so long as this was the only piercing she ever got. Well, naturally, if you tell Ry not to do something, she tries her best to do it. So she also has, not only her firsts pierced in her ears, but also her seconds, thirds, and, on her right ear, her cartilage. She keeps this from her mother, leaving the holes empty save for the first when she's around her. Other than this, she also has her bellybutton pierced. Of course, she hides this from her mother as well.
Scars
Ryan doesn't really have many scars. She's lived a rather "easy" life, hasn't ever really had to work hard at much, save for dance, so her skin is rather perfect. However, she does have one scar along the back of her shoulder. It's not huge, and she told her mother she got it in a minor car accident with a friend when, the reality is, Jason, her boyfriend of three and a half years, gave it to her in a drunken rage. He'd swung at her with an empty whiskey bottle, intending to hit her across the head, but he stumbled and missed, hitting her on the back. The bottle shattered and left shards in her neck and shoulder. There are scars along her neck, but they're extremely thin and faded, so, unless you're close or looking, the only one you can see is the one on her shoulder.
Tattoos
Her mother hates tattoos even more than she hates piercings, but Ry got them behind her back so there isn't too much she can do about it. Her first, is on her foot, and reads "to dance is to breathe". She also has a small tattoo of a deer head between her shoulder blades. Her final tattoo of hers is on the inside of her middle finger. This one, she didn't intend to get. She got it when she was drunk, and Jason convinced her into it. It's probably her mother's least favorite because it reads: "Give no fucks".




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| Likes |
❤ Drinking
❤ Cigarettes
❤ Fast cars
❤ Being rebellious
❤ Dancing
❤ Music
❤ Parties
❤ Cats
❤ Dogs
❤ Frankie
❤ Sarcasm
❤ Jason, some of the time
❤ Kissing | Boys
❤ Coffee
❤ Being a bitch

| Dislikes |
✖ Lairs
✖ Jason, most of the time
✖ Her friends
✖ Her mother, most of the time
✖ Pressure
✖ Being told what to do
✖ Having to be nice
✖ Annoying people
✖ Crying
✖ Weak people
✖ Being used
✖ Being alone
✖ Rules
✖ Losing
✖ Being looked down on

| Fears |
"Fear is just another word for motivation."
Love → Cliche, sure, but Rianne is terrified of love or being love because, in all honesty, she doesn't think it exists. She thinks it's a myth. She's afraid to be loved because, first of all, she doesn't think anyone could ever love her for who she truly is, because no one knows who she truly is, but she's also afraid of getting hurt. Or of hurting in return.
Spiders → Silly, yes, but they terrify her.
Being alone → Ryan is afraid to be alone and, as such, she is always surrounded by friends. She may not really like any of these people because they're all superficial and shallow, but she doesn't care. Attention is attention.
Being forgotten → Ri is used to being the center of attention. She's never not been the star. The one everyone envies. So she's afraid off being looked over. Of not being the center of attention.



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| Personality |
"They don't call me the bitch because I'm nice." Rianne is an interesting person. If you get to know her anyway. Which is pretty much impossible, seeing as no one really knows her and she likes to keep it that way. She doesn't let anybody know who she really is because even she doesn't know for sure who she is.

On the outside, she's absolutely perfect. All the girls want to be her and all the guys want to be with her. She has it all. Literally. Her parents are both rich, and respectable people, and her and her sister are both dance proteges. She's friends with all the best people in school and is head cheerleader, dating the star football player. She's absolutely stunning, and her dancing is even more stunning. At school, she is, quite literally, the Queen-bee. There's no one above her. Her and her crowd are at the top, the ones everyone wants to be. She could literally not be more perfect.

Though this is way off base. Everyone sees her as nothing more than the queen-bee. They see her as the bitchy cheerleader, mostly because she let's them. She's the popular, bitchy girl with a perfect life and the perfect boyfriend. She get's everything she wants. She's a princess.

Though this is only how others see her. Though she may be a bitch, and takes every possible opportunity to shoot off something sarcastic, there's more to her than that. She hates her life. She's under constant pressure to be perfect, so she cracks sometimes. She's not always happy, and she's not always perfect. No one can be. It just makes her human. The thing about her, is that she keeps these moments of weakness to herself.

She hates her mother and her strict rules, and rebels against her often, for, though she hadn't explored it much, she has a heart for adventure. She's just afraid. She's done rebellious things in her life. She got tattoos when her mother told her not to, she goes to parties, she drinks, and she smokes. She's done drugs, though nothing hard, just a few joints here and there and, once, Jace had to practically force her to do a line of coke. She likes adventure, she just has a hard time branching out because there's always someone watching her. There's always someone to impress.

And that's something important about her. Ryan is constantly aiming to impress. She has a natural need to please people around her, so she can have a tendency, at times, to let them walk over her and take advantage of her, despite the fact that she's a confident, popular bitch, she still needs people. She feels impossibly lonely, because she feels as though her mother doesn't care. She knows she does, but she doesn't show it often. She seems to care more about her dancing than her as a person, and her father is just never home. She loves him dearly, but he's not around enough to notice anything or really care about her. She feels alone, so she has to surround herself with people. Even if they're awful, superficial people.

Ryan is fiercely confident. She doesn't let anyone or anything bring her down. In fact, she's usually the one bringing others down. She likes to play games with people, because she's good at seeing into people. She uses them, messing with their heads before tossing them away because people are disposable. She has three or four friends that she keeps around her at all times, always vying for her attention, tripping over each other to be her best friend, but everyone else, she keeps at arms length. Through it all, she remains aloof, seemingly heartless, wanting others to see her more as nothing but that way.

Another thing about Ry is that she loves a good challenge. She hates the idea of defeat, and, as such, will willingly take on any task thrown her way, no matter how impossible. She can almost never turn down any form of bet, dare or challenge, truly obsessed with the idea of winning.

In the end, there's more to Rianne than meets the eye, though no one ever sees this part of her. She let's people believe, instead, that she's "perfect."




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"What do you know?" Ever since she was little, people have envied Rianne. She has it all. Her older sister is actually her half sister, born to her mother and her mother's first husband. However, while her mother was married to her sister's father, she was having an affair. And Rianne is the product of that affair. After she was born, her mother divorced Frankie's father and married her father.

Her father is a successful business man, while her mother owns their dance academy. Their family is exceedingly rich, meaning they get everything they could ever ask for while her and her sister are exceptional dancers. Their family is the picture of perfection. Envied by everyone around them.

Except that this is only the outside. Their mother is incredibly hard on the girls, always holding their dance above everything else, wanting them to be perfect in every aspect possible. Her father isn't a fan of how hard their mother is on them, but there isn't much he can do.

Ri loves her father. Ever since she was a child, she's been a daddy's girl. Her and her mother don't get along in the least bit. She tries to do her best to respect her mother and make her proud, doing everything she asks of her but it's impossibly hard because her mother never seems to be satisfied. No matter how hard she tries, it never seems to be enough. So, when there's something she needs, she goes to her father. He's firm, but considerably less harsh than their mother, and has a particular soft spot for Ri. They get along wonderfully, but the problem is, he's almost never home. His work takes up far too much of his life.

When she became a freshman in high school, Ria met Jason Ackerman. She joined the cheer squad and he joined the football team, and they started dating. They dated on and off for the next three and a half years of high school, becoming the couple of the school. The one everyone gossiped about, though even her relationship isn't all it's cracked up to be. He cheats on her often, and has developed a fairly bad drinking problem that, at times can cause him to be violent.

Of course though, Ria keeps these imperfections in her life to herself.




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Dance Without You
Skylar Grey
So serious, all the time
I feel restrained.
I feel confined.
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
For once let me lose myself
So insecure, so uptight
I break my neck, to be polite
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
For once let me lose myself

How can I make history, with your choreography?
Take your hands off me, Take your hands off me
Before I suffocate

I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself lose myself
For once let me lose myself
Dance With The Devil
Breaking Benjamin
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.


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Rianne Del Rey's Story

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"Love you too babe." He said just as they caught up with the group and she hated the way they’d both said they loved each other like they knew they things were going to happen and they wanted to reassure each other before anything went down, it killed her.

They stood in line for what felt like forever and there were moment when Frankie thought about hopping over the railing and just leaving. Even if Mark stayed, she could leave and go home and OD on drugs and booze, by herself and the growing fear that she might be pregnant was still on her mind, because she was late and if she was she wasn’t sure who’s it was and that was the worst part about it.

Soon enough though they were inside and her hand was stamped, her skin burned where it had been stamped and she knew then that wasn’t normal ink and it scared her even more. The music vibrated through the floor. But as they walked on to the second floor that over looked the dance floor it was really beautiful. The neon colors and the blur of people dancing together, it was unlike anything they’d ever been to before.

Sadie came up beside her wrapping an arm around her waist and she had to fight the urge to push her away. “What do you say just for tonight we pretend nothing happened?” she said close to her ear and Frankie shivered, something about the way she said it didn’t feel right.

“Alright.” She said, kissing her cheek and the guys looked at the two of them completely confused because they couldn’t hear what they were saying. She let her lips hover, by hear ear. “But, I swear to God, if you touch Mark, I’ll kill you.” She said in a serious tone before pulling away with a smirk.

The drugs were making her light headed and the five of them managed to find an empty table on the second floor above the dance floor. Frankie had so much on her mind it was impossible to have a good time and she wanted to forget everything.

“I’m going to go get Drinks.” She finally said kissing Mark as she stood up.

“I’ll go with you.” Reed Smirked, as he stood, up. “Don’t worry Marky, Mark. I’ll take good care of her.” He smirked. Frankie shook her head rolling her eyes as she started walking to the bar. The Bar was out of sight of their group and once they were there, Reed pressed his lips to her neck causing her to moan as he kissed along her neck slowly it was the drugs that were making it impossible to push him away.

Eventually she managed to though and she weakly shoved him away glaring at him. “Don’t fucking start!” She yelled over the music. “Not here, please.” She begged and he just rolled his eyes as he ordered drinks.



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Once he pulled her past the guy and onto the second story of the warehouse, she stopped him. He rolled his eyes as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, there wasn’t a tone of people there yet, but in less than an hour the place would full and it would be near impossible to find anyone on the dance floor.

"What's the problem?" Ryan asked and he simply shrugged as he blew the smoke from the corner of his lips, paying more attention to the dance floor then her. "Why do you suddenly care about my drug consumption?" he finally glanced to her about to speak until she continued. "I mean, thanks mom, but it's not like it's my first time. I don't think I need babysitting."

“I’m not babysitting you Ria, I’m protecting you.” He spat irritated. “Those drugs are different and you know as well as I do it’s pretty much a hypnoses, you can’t say no.” he said reminding her. “You can take all the drugs you want, just not those. Not while he’s around.” He glanced to Dante as he walked up to the two of them. “We have to find Chris.” He said changing the subject as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

They had to go to the third floor, where there were private rooms and you had to be on a list just to go up the stairs. The room were extremely secured and there were even a few cops, which were on their side walking around. Spencer opened the door gesturing for Ryan and Dante to go in first before following them. Chris was on the phone, carrying on what sounded like an important business call.

Spencer sat down, pulling Ryan to his lap and kissing her, fisting his hand in her long dark hair, his lips moved along her jawline slowly. He pulled away as his brother hung up the phone.

“Their way.” Chris said simply. “I swear, if you fuck this up Spencer, I’ll kill you myself.” He said seriously. “Just use that talent of yours and keep your arrogant mouth shut.” He said sighing as he ran his hand through his hair.

Spencer rolled his eyes as he moved Ryan off him and stood up. “How much money have I made you in the past four months?” he smirked “That’s what I thought, stop fucking worrying so much, all of you.” He said glancing to Ryan.

“Yeah whatever, she can’t be up here, they see her, if something goes wrong they’ll take her.” Chris sighed looking from Ryan to Dante. “Dante, your babysitting.” He smirked.

“Fuck that.” Spencer spat back quickly. “He’s translating. You can babysit her.” Spencer said raising a brow, ordering his brother around, despite the fact that Chris was in charge, he knew Chris would be pissed and he wouldn’t do it but it was worth a shot.



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“I’m not babysitting you Ria, I'm protecting you.” He spat and she rolled her eyes, able to tell he was irritated with her, and she wondered if it was because of Dante or just because of her questions and attitude. “Those drugs are different and you know as well as I do it’s pretty much a hypnosis, you can’t say no.” He said. “You can take all the drugs you want, just not those. Not while he’s around.” He glanced at Dante, and Ryan's jaw clenched, knowing he was suspicious, about to say something when he wrapped an arm around her pulled her close, speaking instead. “We have to find Chris.” He said and she sighed and dropped it with a nod, because she really didn't want to argue with him about Dante right there in the middle of the club.

She allowed him to lead her up to a private third floor and into a room where they found Chris, talking on the phone. Spencer sat and pulled her down into his lap, pressing his lips against hers, and Ri was able to push aside her irritation with him, enjoying the way his lips felt as he fisted her hair tightly and moved his kiss along her jaw slowly, making her close her eyes and sigh softly, swallowing back a moan, because there were others in the room. Eventually, Chris got off the phone and Spencer pulled away so she turned her attention to him.

“Their on their way.” Chris said simply and Ryan glanced at Spencer. “I swear, if you fuck this up Spencer, I’ll kill you myself. Just use that talent of yours and keep your arrogant mouth shut.” His brother said and Spencer sighed when he moved her off his lap, watching him stand.

“How much money have I made you in the past four months?” He smirked. “That’s what I thought, stop fucking worrying so much, all of you.” He said and she didn't miss the way he glanced at her, making her roll her eyes. As if she was going to stop worrying. She'd probably never stop worrying about him. He may have a lot of friends, but he was a dangerous guy, so he also had a lot of enemies, who were just as dangerous. Nothing he could say would ever make her stop worrying.

“Yeah whatever, she can’t be up here, they see her, if something goes wrong they’ll take her.” Chris said, and Ryan glanced at him as the conversation turned to her. Awesome. She knew what he was going to say next. “Dante, you're babysitting.” He ordered and Ryan made the mistake of glancing at Dante, who was smirking at her. Fucking hell. Was all she could think as she rolled her eyes and looked away from him again, turning her attention to Spencer.

“Fuck that.” Spencer spat back quickly, making her raise her eyebrows. “He’s translating. You can babysit her.” Spencer said and Ryan rolled her eyes.

"You assholes, know I'm in the room right?" She spat, glancing at Dante before looking at Spencer again. "Don't be fucking stupid Spencer. Chris can't sit out and play my bodyguard, and he can translate too." Ryan stood, smirking and shrugging. "I'd say I can take care of myself, but I know none of you would believe me." She said, rolling her eyes before glaring at Dante. "So Dante will just have to watch me."

"Don't worry Spence," Dante said, from where he was, leaning on the wall, smirk on his lips, but he wasn't looking at Spencer as he talked. He was looking at her and it made her uncomfortable enough to look away. "I'll take good care of the princess."

That pissed Ryan off, and she glanced at Spencer, irritated with the way he was acting all suspicous and pissed at her, Chris was acting like she was just a complication, and Dante was acting like she was a target. She rolled her eyes, sitting back down, wanting to storm out of the room, but knowing it'd only piss them all off more. She could take care of herself. She could mix with the dancers in the club and nothing would happen, and no one would know who she was, but they'd never let her be alone. She knew that. They'd handcuff her to someone if they had to. So she just stayed where she was. "I'll be fine with Dante." She said, looking up at him.




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Mark watched as Sadie walked up and wrapped an arm around Frankie, making him raise his eyebrows, as they spoke between themselves so no one else could hear, acting like they were best friends, confusing the shit out of him. He decided not to worry about it too much though. At least they weren't screaming at each other. For a moment, he let himself believe the night out together could fix their problems. At least for now. He knew things would start going downhill soon, but for now, he wanted to believe they were all just nothing but friends.

He followed them up to a table on the second floor, overlooking the dancers below. “I’m going to go get Drinks.” Frankie said as she kissed him and then stood and he kissed her back before she took off and sighed, glancing at the others.

“I’ll go with you.” Reed Smirked, and Mark watched him stand as well. “Don’t worry Marky, Mark. I’ll take good care of her.” He taunted, and that made him roll his eyes and clench his jaw, watching him walk off after her.

He wanted to go after them, but, instead, he just turned his eyes back to the others at the table with a smirk, watching Sadie as she dumped a bag of coke on the table and held his eyes, smirking as she cut the lines, not taking her eyes off him as she bent and snorted a few of them before coming back up and gesturing to the remaining ones. Mark smirked a snorted a few before looking at Teddy. "Your turn kid." He said, patting him on the back.

"Hell no. Drinking a little, sure. Drugs, no." He said anxiously, making Mark smirk and roll his eyes. It was hard to convince Teddy to do drugs, but, once you managed, he was actually a pretty entertaining when he was fucked up.

"Come on sweater-vest, you've got this." Sadie taunted and Teddy just rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking away, then looking at the coke, then looking away, then leaning down and snorting them anyway, making Mark laugh.

His eyes glanced back towards the direction of the bar. It was taking them a while and he didn't see them on their way back, which irritated him, so he stood, telling Sadie and Teddy he'd be back, before pushing through people to get to the bar, finding Frankie and Reed there, Reed standing uncomfortably close to Frankie. "Taking you two long enough?" He smirked before grabbing Frankie's wrist and pulling her close, kissing her on the lips. "Let Reed handle the drinks." He smirked as he pulled away. "Let's go dance." He said, kissing her jaw and neck.

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He grabbed her wrists roughly causing her to wince as he pulled her close, kissing along her jaw and she struggled to push him away. He paused near her ear and she could feel her breath on his skin. She hopped Mark wouldn’t walk up and see them. Because as much as she hated how rough he was being there was a part of her that wanted to give in, because of the way his skin felt against hers.

“You can fight it all you want, but you’ll end up in bed with me and he’ll end up in bed with Sadie.” He whispered, causing her to bite her lip to keep from crying because she knew it was the truth. He let her go as the bartender came up to them finally taking their order.

"Taking you two long enough?" she heard Mark’s voice from behind her as the bartender walked away causing her to tense a bit. She was worried Reed would say something to piss of Mark, but before he had the chance, Mark grabbed her wrist and she winced, because moments ago Reed had been holding her wrists tight enough they’d bruise. He pulled her close kissing her lips and she kissed him back leaning into the kiss. "Let Reed handle the drinks." he said pulling away with a smirk. "Let's go dance." he pressed his lips against her jaw and neck and she moaned, nodding to answer his question.

She laced her fingers with him as she pulled him down the stairs with her and onto the crowded dance floor, with any luck maybe they could spend the night out there without Sadie or Reed finding them. But, Frankie hadn’t exactly been lucky, when it came to the four of them.

It was easy to dance with Mark, if you could call it that. Frankie knew she shouldn’t have taken it, but they were passing pills around and Frankie had taken one without a second thought. The drug had taken effect almost instantly. She could literally feel the beat of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR-ZBWzxfkI]the song[/b] as she danced to it. The colors seemed brighter and she was hyper aware of everywhere Mark touched her. At first the drugs made her feel incredible, then they’d started to make her hallucinate. She’d dropped acid once before, but this was ten times worse.

“Fuck.” She breath, her eyes met Max’s eyes except they weren’t his dark hazel eyes, they were black and the way the lights hit his face made him look unhuman and Frankie knew he wasn’t really there, but she had to get out of there. She pushed Mark away pushing through the crowed and quickly losing him. She managed to find her way to the bathroom slipping into the small shitty bathroom quickly, locking the door behind her.

She looked over herself in the mirror, except her reflection was distorted and terrifying. She wanted to scream, her skin started crawling, and she gasped for air. She was trying to stay calm, but it was becoming increasingly harder. She slammed her fist into the mirror shattering it and cutting her knuckles open, but she couldn’t even feel the pain, that she should of, because the drugs were making her incredibly numb and she wanted it to stop, she wanted to feel.



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"You assholes, know I'm in the room right?" He heard Ryan say and he smirked "Don't be fucking stupid Spencer. Chris can't sit out and play my bodyguard, and he can translate too." he glanced to her, pissed, if he wasn’t sober he probably would have hit her. "I'd say I can take care of myself, but I know none of you would believe me." that was what pushed him, there was something definitely going on between them. "So Dante will just have to watch me."

"Don't worry Spence," that caused Spencer to turn his attention to Dante and he clenched his fists and jaw, simultaneously. "I'll take good care of the princess." Chris had predicted Spencer’s move before Spence had a chance to react and he reached out grabbing his upper arm roughly, squeezing it and Spencer rolled his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of Dante, right then and there.

"I'll be fine with Dante." She said and Spencer flicked his eyes to Ryan as he ripped his arm from Chris’s grip. He shook his head rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, I bet you will.” He spat sarcastically. Spencer glanced to Dante, closing the distance between them, glaring at him. “You touch her, I’ll beat the shit out of you. If I find out your fucking her, I’ll bury you alive.” He said darkly.

“Spencer, calm the fuck down.” Chris rolled his eyes. “You’re the only one fucking Ryan, so shut the fuck up. We don’t have time for this.” Spencer clenched his jaw, he was finding it increasingly hard to continue taking orders from his brother.

Spencer turned and walked across the room, back to Ryan pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers hard. Slipping his tongue past her lips, placing a hand on the back of her neck to hold her in the kiss. It didn’t matter that Dante and Chris were right there. He pulled away, pressing his lips gently to her cheek, before pulling away, though staying close enough his lips still grazed her skin.

“You better hope Chris is right. You belong to me Ryan, I belong to you.” He whispered darkly. “Don’t be stupid.” He said before pulling away and taking a step back. “Get her out of here.” He ordered Dante.



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Ryan watched Spencer, struggling desperately to keep her heart rate and fear in check, because it was obvious he was about to blow up. Suddenly, she was insanely happy she hadn't been stamped at the door, and was sober. She probably wouldn't have been able to hold herself together if she was tripping on something. Just looking at Spencer when he was angry was frightening. "Yeah, I bet you will." He spat back at her sarcastically, and she had to admit, it stung a little, despite the fact that she deserved it.

Ryan watched as he quickly went to Dante, and she was afraid he'd lose it completely. "You touch her, I'll beat the shit out of you. If I find out you're fucking her, I'll bury you alive." He said to him, and Ryan had to look away because her heart was beating so fast she was afraid that, if she watched him threaten Dante for another second, she'd either have a heart attack or totally flip out.

She should have never started screwing around with Dante. She'd known it was dangerous and a bad idea, and, in the end, it never fixed anything, because she always felt like shit, but she'd been hurt, and pissed at Spencer for sleeping with someone else, so she wanted back at him. The same thing had made her sleep with Spencer the first time, behind Jason's back. Only this wasn't Jason she was cheating on. He wouldn't taunt her and slap her a little. This was Spencer. He'd really hurt her. And he'd kill Dante, and probably make sure she was there when he did.

“Spencer, calm the fuck down.” Chris said, and Ry turned her eyes on Spencer again, hoping like hell it'd work, and he'd drop it. For the moment at least. It'd come back up later, she knew that, but she didn't want to fight about the fact that she'd cheated on him right before he left her to make some deal that he might not come back from. “You’re the only one fucking Ryan, so shut the fuck up. We don’t have time for this.”

She watched as Spencer's jaw clenched, but, eventually, he turned away from Dante. Only now he was coming at her, so Ryan jumped out of her seat, afraid she'd have to run from him. She expected him to take a swing at her or, at the very least, slap her, but he didn't. Instead, he reached out and pulled her body against his before kissing her hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She wanted to push him off because it felt like he was trying to make a point and claim his territory, and she didn't want him to kiss her just to send Dante a message and frighten her. But she couldn't break away. He had a hand on the back of her neck, holding her against his lips and, besides, even sober and acting all possessive and scary, he was too intoxicating to resist so, this time, she moaned into him and leaned against him.

Eventually, he pulled away and kissed her cheek, leaving his lips against her skin as he spoke. "You better hope Chris is right." He whispered and Ryan tensed in his arms. "You belong to me Ryan, I belong to you." The whisper was so dark and the message so clear, she shivered, leaning away from him in his arms, feeling suddenly claustrophobic. "Don't be stupid." He finally finished before releasing her and Ryan could breathe again as she instantly took several steps back, putting distance between them as she held his eyes, trying not to look as freaked out and guilty as she felt. "Get her out of here." He ordered Dante, and, this time, Ryan didn't make a big deal, she just stood there, frozen in place until Dante's hand wrapped around her wrist and started to pull her from the room.

She was pissed at the way Spencer had treated her, but she didn't realize it until she was out the door and halfway down the hall, because it took a while for her fear to turn into anger, but, once it did, she tried to turn and storm back. But Dante only grabbed her around the waist and practically dragged her down the hall. She wanted to scream a hundred things at Spencer about how much of a hypocrite and arrogant asshole he was, but Dante managed to get her down the stairs and she eventually gave up fighting him.

Ryan had to stop at the bottom of the stairs and lean against the wall to catch her breath, and he placed a hand on the wall next to her head and leaned close to her, though he didn't kiss her or touch her, but he was still making her feel crowded and uncomfortable. "Calm down." He told her calmly, holding her eyes and she rolled her eyes.

"Dante. He's going to fucking murder you!" She practically shouted. "The only reason he won't do the same to me, is because he likes screwing me too much to get rid of me completely." She hissed before shoving him away from her and continuing, walking briskly towards the second set of stairs. "God, he's such a dick. He expects me to fall into bed with him every time I catch him fucking someone else, but when he suspects I'm screwing around, he fucking-" Ryan was ranting over her shoulder as she walked and he followed, trying to keep up, but, as they came to the bottom of the stairs again, he whirled her around and kissed her hard, cutting off her wordflow.

Ryan shoved him off. "Fuck off." She spat and rolled her eyes, turning away, but her only caught her and whirled her back, holding her tightly.

"You said it yourself, he's a hypocrite." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes again. She hadn't meant to say that. Not to him. She should have known he'd only use it against her. "Ri, you're not doing anything wrong." He shrugged. "You're only doing the same thing he is." He held up a pill and she recognized it, shaking her head. It was the drug Spencer didn't want her stamped with.

"No." She breathed. "Give me something else. I can't take that. If I do, Spencer will know the second he looks at me when he gets back." She shrugged. "Anything else, please." She begged and he grabbed her chin, forcing her jaw open roughly, but he didn't place the pill in her mouth, just looked at her for a second before swapping it for something else and placing that on her tongue instead, releasing her so she could swallow it. "Thanks." She whispered, and he only shrugged before smirking and taking her hand, pulling her roughly across the crowded dancefloor.

He shoved her so quickly through the bathroom door, that she didn't even have any time to register where she was until he had her sitting on the sink counter and was kissing her lips roughly while his hands worked her dress up her legs. When his lips started to move down her jaw and neck instead, and his fingers made their way up her thighs for her underwear, Ryan's eyes skimmed the room foggily, her head spinning because whatever he'd given her had reacted quickly. "Dante, we..." She trailed off, trying to get control of herself. "Stop, please, we can't." She whispered before she closed her eyes again.

But something registered, so she shot her eyes open again and shoved Dante off her, causing him to stumble back a bit, clearly not expecting her to put up a fight. But she did, because there was someone in the room. It wouldn't have bothered her normally, whoever it was would have gotten disgusted and left before they'd really done anything anyway, but the person she'd seen wasn't just anyone.

Ryan hopped off the sink, and pushed her dress back down, placing one hand on the counter and leaning on it pretty heavily as she looked down the bathroom counter at the other person in the bathroom. "Frankie?" Ryan breathed, looking her over from head to toe at least fifty times to be sure. "What the fuck? Am I tripping?" She looked at Dante. "What the hell did you give me? Tell me you see her too." She asked, before looking at Frankie, or a hallucination, she wasn't really sure, but either way, it freaked her out, so Ryan shook her head.




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Dancing with Frankie was always Mark's favorite part of parties and clubs, besides maybe the drugs, because she was incredibly good at it, and it was something you really couldn't do while arguing, or talking at all for that matter. So they couldn't fight, or start one, just enjoy themselves. And he was enjoying himself, dancing closely with her, hands roaming her body as they both took various drugs offered to them by random people.

He could tell whatever she'd gotten was fucking with her badly. "Fuck." She breathed before meeting his eyes, and that's when he knew what she'd gotten was some sort of hallucinogen and it was fuccking with her head. Because she looked terrified for a second before shoving away and slipping into the crowd.

Mark looked around frantically for her, but quickly lost sight of her, it was frustrating as hell, because the place was enormous, and there were so many people there, he knew it was possible that he might not be able to find her again, or he might have to spend the entire night searching for her. It was way too easy to get lost on a dancefloor like this, he knew that. Fuck.

He started pushing through people, trying to find her, having to spin a few blonds around to check, but it was never her, and it was irritating as shit because whatever he'd taken was making him feel panicky, and urgent, needing to find her. "Where's Barbie?" Mark heard from behind him and turned to see Sadie there, smirk on her lips.

"Fuck off, she's tripping bad right now and ran off. I need to find her before something happens or she does something stupid." He said, shaking his head and turning to disappear in the crowd so he could continue looking for her, without Sadie following him around, trying to get to him.

"Why? She can't handle herself? She's the dumbass who took the pill right? Why'd she take it if she couldn't handle it?" She said, following him with no effort, pissing him off, making him whirl and slap her.

"Fuck off Sadie, she didn't know what it was." She shrugged. "And before you say anything about how taking something she didn't recognize is stupid, I'd like you to give me a full rundown of everything you've taken tonight."

It was silent. "That's what I thought." He spat and turned, but she just followed again.

"Whatever, she'll come down from it eventually, no need to freak out so bad." She said.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Sadie, I've seen you hallucinate before, and it's some fucking scary shit. You've tried to throw yourself out your second story window before. You've tried to stab yourself with a kitchen knife before. I. Need. To. Find. Her. Now, I'm not going to tell you again. Fuck. Off." He ordered.

She only rolled her eyes and smirked. "Only if you dance with me. One song, promise. Nothing more. No kissing, no inappropriate touching, just dancing to one song, then, if you still want to find Barbie, I'll let you do so in peace." She said with a grin and he rolled his eyes and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"One dance." He spat. "Then you fuck off, and when I say that, I don't just mean until I find her. I mean, you leave me the fuck alone for the rest of the night, or I'll kick your stupid ass."

"Deal." She smirked as she started to grind on him and he grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her closer.

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Frankie was bleeding fairly badly, but, she assumed it was part of the hallucination, because her reflection in the shattered piece of mirror, blood had started to drain from her eyes. She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. She could no longer hear the music, all she could hear was a distant ringing in her ears, like she had gone deaf and it was oddly peaceful.

Frankie hopped onto the counter, with her back leaned against the wall, so she was facing the bathroom. She sat cross-legged on the counter and everyone who’d come in had simply turned around and walked out when they saw her, because she looked seriously fucked up and the blood didn’t help her appearance.

She glanced up as the door flung open and if she was sober, she would have been ecstatic to see her sister and she probably would have beat the shit out of the guy who was with her, for treating her the way she was. Although Ryan seemed to be enjoying it for the most part. But, she’d convinced herself it was a hallucination, she was trying to keep her mind as sane as possible although that wasn’t working.

"Frankie?" as soon as she heard her name come from her sister’s mouth it was like someone had unmuted everything, the ringing had gone away and she could hear the techno music, just outside the door. "What the fuck? Am I tripping? What the hell did you give me? Tell me you see her too." She smirked as she looked over her sister and she wished it was anyone else but Ryan, because she’d probably be mean and she’d probably hurt her and the worst part was she wouldn’t remember it.

She hopped off the counter, leaning her back against it. “It’s really me.” She finally said but her word were dark. “In the flesh.” She smirked holding her sister’s eyes. “You look good Ry-bear. I’m sure moms thrilled we both ran away.” She rolled her eyes as she glanced down to her knuckle, she absentmindedly started pulling out slivers of blood covered glass as if she was bored.

She closed the distance between the three of them, letting the loud music feel the silence between them as she ran her eyes over Dante and then over Ryan, before smirking.

“He’s cute, but you could do a lot better.” She shrugged at it was clear by the way she was acting and how dark her eyes were, that she wasn’t herself. “You should come see me sometime, my lives perfect.” She said bitterly. “See you around sis.” She winked before slipping out of the bathroom.

As she slipped out of the bathroom and started towards the dance floor she was pulled into the shadows, and her body collided with the wall so hard it took her breath away and she knew it’d leave bruises, yet she moaned because she’d felt it and it felt good. She opened her eyes to see Reed was the one pinning her against the wall and she smirked wickedly. She moaned loudly, as he pressed a needle against the inside of her elbow. But, her moan was barely audible over the music.

“Beg me.” He whispered, his breath on her cheek and normally Reed was never intoxicating, but the mix of drugs in her system made her want him.

She slipped out of his grip, grabbing a hand full of his shirt and pulling his lips to hers and he groaned against her lips kissing her back hard. It was rare that she ever wanted Reed. She ran her lips along his jawline, before reaching his ear and pausing.

“I don’t beg.” Grabbing the needle from him, before shoving him away and injecting the drug into her veins. “Catch me if you can.” She smirked before disappearing into the crowed of dancers.

She froze instantly, when she saw Mark and Sadie and despite what she’d just done with Reed, she still hated the fact that Mark’s hands were all over her and he wasn’t looking for her and that’s what killed her the most. That’ she’d just spent the past however long in the bathroom, fucked out of her mind and debating suicide and he wasn’t even looking for her. It didn’t help that Mark looked content with her and genially looked like he was having a good time. Her stomach twisted and she suddenly found it hard to breath. She felt completely defeated, like Sadie had finally won him and as far as Frankie was concerned, she could fucking have him. She felt suddenly sick and she’d never fought so hard in her life to hold tears back.

“I told you princess, he wants Sadie…Not you.” Reed’s voice came from behind her and it was becoming increasingly hard for her not to believe the things that Reed was saying, when she saw the way Mark’s hands were all over Sadie or the way he was looking at her.

“I know.” She whispered bitterly, but it was more to herself then to Reed.




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Spencer kept his eyes on Ryan and Dante until the door closed behind them and he had to fight the urge to go after them and tell his brother to fuck off, because no matter how hard he tired, he would be thinking about them together the entire time. He just hoped he could keep it together long enough for him to do this fucking deal quick enough and the go find Ryan.

“This is bull shit Chris, I want that asshole gone.” Spencer finally said as he sat down, irritated. Chris poured him a glass of straight vodka, handing it to him and Spencer downed it without even so much as a wince and he gestured for Chris to refill it and he did.

“Spencer I need your head in the game, I need you not to think about your girlfriend for an hour, then whatever little drama is going on between the three of you, you can solve.” Spencer rolled his eyes not at all like the idea of Ryan being with Dante and the plethora of unstable drugs that were being passed around there was no telling what kind of shit was being passed out on that dance floor.

By the time the Drug Lords got there, Spencer had gone through a bottle and a half of vodka and snorted enough coke to kill him, yet he was still completely coherent. He was just tense, pissed off, and it wouldn’t take much to set him off which wasn’t exactly the best temperament to have considering who he was dealing with.

Chris had spent a lot of time talking to them, while Spencer spent the time smirking at and flirting with the girls who’d come in with the Drug dealers, which they weren’t too happy about. Finally Chris turned the attention on Spencer and he took the floor as if he was some CEO of a huge cooperation, he was a natural. He’d made an even bigger deal then his brother had planned and it had gone, better then they’d expect and they’d left, to enjoy the rest of the night downstairs.

“You’re a fucking genius Spence.” Chris said hugging his brother and Spencer just shoved him off.

“Yeah, I know. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to go find my girlfriend and beat the shit out of Dante.” He said slipping out of the room before Chris could stop him. He got a drink, which was laced with heavy drugs. He lend against the railing looking out over the dance floor, taking in each face and the drugs in his system helped him focus. His only goal was to find Ryan and if he found her with Dante, he’d make Ryan help him dig Dante’s grave.

For some reason he caught a door out of the corner of his eyes and when he turned his attention there, he found Ryan and Dante coming out of the room together and his entire body tensed and he was instantly reminded of the guns he was carrying as the cold metal pressed against his skin. He kept his dark eyes on the two of them.




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Even through the drugs, before she even spoke, Ryan could tell her sister was fucked up and it made her stomach drop as she looked her over. What had happened to her? She'd been so perfect. Her role model. The person she'd looked up to pretty much all her life. Who her mother was constantly comparing her to. Ryan felt like she'd been punched in the gut, seeing her sister like that, and it caused her to lean both hands on the sink counter, trying not to throw up whatever Dante had given her while Frankie hopped down from the counter. “It’s really me. In the flesh.” She smirked and Ry turned her eyes to look at her, seeing the darkness in her eyes. She should have gone inside that night and found out what was wrong. She shouldn't have picked Spencer over her, and that realization was threatening to choke her as she looked at her older sister. “You look good Ry-bear. I’m sure mom's thrilled we both ran away.” She said and inspected the wound on her knuckle like seeing her again was no big deal. Like, instead of a joy, it was actually a bother. The only person she'd missed in the past several months was there, a few feet from her, acting like she had better places to be.

Ryan stood straight as she came closer, taking a few steps back, not sure she wanted to be close to her, because she didn't know her. Not like this. And it hurt too much to look in her eyes and not recognize her. Ria watched as she ran her eyes slowly over Dante and then her and Ryan still had yet to say anything, because she was speechless. “He’s cute, but you could do a lot better.” She shrugged and Ryan glanced at Dante. “You should come see me sometime, my life's perfect.” She said the tone of her voice bitter and sarcastic, making Ri look away. “See you around sis.” She winked and then slipped out the door without so much as an "I missed you" or "where have you been?"

Ryan stood there for a second, contemplated chasing her down, but she couldn't make herself do it. If she chased her and she only acted like that some more, it would just be torture to listen to and watch. She couldn't go after her. She didn't want to see what she'd just seen again. Ryan turned her eyes to Dante, who raised his eyebrows at her. "Thought your sister was back in New York or whatever?" He asked, clearly amused and she turned and leaned her back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Do you find this funny?!" She spat at him. "Get out of here. I'll just stay here until Spence get's back. So just be a good bodyguard and go watch the door to make sure no one comes in to hurt me and I don't try to run out." She said, turning her back to him again.

He came up behind her, placing a hand on the counter on either side of her, and moving her hair, placing a soft, slow kiss on the back of her neck where her spine met her shoulders before moving his lips slowly, down the line of her spine, causing her to close her eyes and moan softly. "Come on babe." He whispered to her and she bit her lip hard, the pill he'd given her making it hard to concentrate.

He spun her quickly in his arms, holding both her arms tightly in his grip as he kissed her hard, and she tried to lean back, but he just followed, refusing to let her get away. "Fine." She finally mumbled against his lips. "Make me forget what just happened." She whispered and he smirked and nodded before pulling away from her and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her from the bathroom, and through the crowded club to a room that he pushed open. It was an empty private lounge. He turned and locked the door and the room reminded her so much of her second night with Spencer, that she tried to turn and leave, but he only pulled her in for a kiss, disintegrating the last of her resolve. He grinned against her lips and gripped her hair tightly as he shoved her against the wall. He did it roughly, and it hurt, but Ryan only moaned as he took out the pill she'd refused earlier and used his grip on her hair to tilt her head back. "Dante." She breathed while he kissed her throat. "Not that one."

He shook his head and stopped kissing her, grabbing her jaw like he had earlier, forcing her mouth open again, smirking down at her. "Don't worry, it'll make everything better, and tomorrow, you won't remember anything but the way I touched you. You won't remember your bitch sister, your fight with Spencer, any of it. I'll just tell Spencer you got the pill from someone while I wasn't looking."

Something in the back of her mind told her Spencer wasn't that stupid. He'd know. But she ignored it and nodded, opening her mouth, making him smirk as he placed the pill on her tongue. "Good girl. Now come on. Stop worrying. He's not going to know." He said as he pulled her dress off and pushed her harder against the wall, gripping her hair so tightly it brought tears to her eyes and made her moan again.

Ryan wasn't sure how long it had been, and she prayed like hell Spencer wasn't done with his deal yet so she could slip out of there and, hopefully, not get caught. Ria lay there, on the couch for a while while he dressed and then sat down next to her, lighting a joint and placing it between her lips. "He shouldn't be done yet, but if you lay there like that forever, he will be eventually. Get dressed." He ordered and Ryan sighed and nodded, sitting up and pulling her clothes back on while he watched her. When she was dressed, she moved to head for the door, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into his lap with a smirk, taking the joint back from her and taking a hit before pushing her off his lap again. "Alright, let's go." He said and stood, taking her hand and pulling her from the room.

Ri followed, the drugs still spinning in her system, making her want more of him, despite the fact that, if they went any longer, Spencer would catch him. "Let's dance." She said as he pulled her across the club towards the stairs, intending to take her to the second floor to sit and have a drink and look innocent for Spencer when he came down.

He looked at her. "Are you crazy? You want him to find us grinding?" He said, looking over her and she shrugged.

"It's just a dance." She said, knowing it was a bad idea, but she was dying for him to touch her again, and she didn't want to sit still at some table, waiting for Spencer to come down and read the guilt all over her face. Eventually he sighed and spun her quickly, so that her back was against his chest, placing his hands on her hips, fingers digging into her skin, making her smirk as she danced with him and one of his hands slid lower, to grip her thigh while he brought his lips down, near her ear.

"He's going to kill us." He whispered against her neck, and she shivered, making him smirk and grip her tighter.




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Mark ended up dancing with her for more than one dance. He took more drugs and so did she, and, by their fourth dance, he'd completely forgotten he'd been looking for Frankie, and was totally engaged in dancing with Sadie, letting his hands roam her body, despite the fact that she'd said no inappropriate touching, and leaning down to kiss her neck every once in a while, despite the fact that she'd said no kissing. He was too fucked up to make himself stop. She was a weakness of his and she knew it. Every time he tried to break away from her, she made some smart ass comment about Frankie keeping him under lock and key, and he'd turn back around.

He had his forehead pressed against hers, his hands on her hips, hers gripping his shirt, their bodies close, when he glanced up and spotted Frankie over her head, watching him. Fuck. He thought to himself, watching as Reed came up behind her and whispered something to her, making his jaw clench, seeing them together. There was something between them. He could tell just by looking at them.

As his eyes went back to Frankie, he could tell she was seriously messed up. More so than he'd seen her in a while and it worried him. Had she taken more since that hallucinogen? He stopped dancing with Sadie, stepping back, releasing her and she looked up at him confused before turning and seeing Frankie and then bringing her eyes back to his.

He wasn't looking at her though. He was looking at Frankie, and that evidently pissed her off. She took his face in both hands and forced him to look at her. "She's fucking him." She said suddenly, and he rolled his eyes. Even though he'd suspected it, he didn't want to say it out loud, let alone hear her say it.

"You're lying." He said, ripping away from her again, and she shook her head and placed a hand on his arm.

"No, I'm serious. Reed's told me, I've just been waiting, you know, until the right moment." She smirked. "Wasn't sure if I wanted to use it to get you to pick me, or to blackmail Barbie." She shrugged and he rolled his eyes, pushing her away.

"Sadie, I'll never pick you. She means something to me." He said, shaking his head. "You're just a mindless fuck."

With that, he left her there and headed, briskly for Frankie, grabbing hold of her upper arm tightly and yanking her close, so she was mere inches from his face, holding her tightly so she couldn't rip away. "Are you fucking him?" He said dangerously, glancing at Reed before glaring down at her again.

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Frankie was quickly turning into the cold bitter bitch she’d become. The good feeling from the day they’d spent together, was quickly slipping from her grasp and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it. The Monster that Mark had created was taking over again and the drugs were only making it that much worse. She watched Mark coming straight for her and she should be scared and more often than not she was, but the drugs she’d just gotten from Reed, made it impossible for her to be anything but wickedly spiteful.

He grabbed her upper arm tightly and she knew it would leave a bruise. He yanked her close, so his face was inches from hers and she merely raised an eyebrow. He held her uncomfortably tight, so that if she tried to get away she couldn’t, not that she wanted to anyways. She was in the mood to fight, even if it meant him beating the shit out of her, she didn’t care art this point.

“Are you fucking him?" his voice was dangerous and she watched as Reed, slipped away quickly, knowing how ugly it was about to get and not wanting to feel Mark’s wrath.

“Pussy.” She breathed. She glanced up to him with a wicked smirk, her eyes dark. “Yeah, I am.” She said simply as if it was no big deal. “And he fucks the shit out of me.” She smirked tauntingly “What are you gonna do about it?” she taunted holding his eyes. “Fuck Sadie some more? To get back at me?” she spat bitterly. “Fuck her all you want Markus, because were over.” She said harshly as she shoved him away and ripped her arm from her grip wincing as she did. But, even as she said the words there was no truth to them, she just hoped he was too fucked up to pick up on that.

She moved quickly knowing he was going to come after her and she could tell by the look in his eyes he was just as fucked up as he and it would be a miracle if he didn’t kill her when he caught her.



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Spencer watched as they came out of one room and Dante laced his fingers with her and led her to one of the private rooms. His breathing picked up and his whole body tensed. His fisted gripped the railing so tight his knuckles were white and every single part of him wanted to rush down there and bust through the door and beat the shit out of Dante until he watched him take his last breath all the while making Ryan watch.

But, instead Spencer waited, biding while he waited for the two of them to come back out of the room. All the while, he couldn’t shake the thought of Dante’s hands all over his girlfriend. Her moaning his name, it was enough to drive him absolutely insane. At one point he’d started pacing and then proceeded to pound his fist into the wall until his knuckles were covered in blood and completely numb. While people around him watched him and made sure to avoid him.

Eventually they’d come back out and by the time they had, Spencer had murder on his mind and fresh drugs in his system. Dante’ was playing with fire and he was about to get burned alive. It was obvious what they’d just done, by the way Dante adjusted his pants and Ryan straighten out her dress causing him to scoff. He watched them for a moment longer as they made their way to the dance floor and proceeded to have sex with their cloths on there.

He made his way down the stairs and his eyes were so dark and dangerous at this point, it was hard to tell if he even had a conscience at this point. He made his way to where the two of them were. He grabbed Ryan’s roughly, pulling her too him tightly, before digging his gun into Dante’s side.

“Follow me or I’ll shoot you both in front of everyone.” He said darkly.

He kept the gun hidden, but still pointed at Dante as he drug Ryan along, back to the room they’d just come out of. He shoved Ryan in and gestured for Dante to follow coming in and locking the door, before decking Dante so hard in the side of the head, there was a loud pop, followed by Dante falling to the ground.

“I thought I told you not to be stupid.” He spat harshly, glaring at Ryan, before there was a loud gun shot and a bullet struck Dante, not in a major area, he wasn’t going to kill him not yet, but it was enough to scare the shit out of both Ryan and Dante.

He grabbed Ryan’s wrist, throwing her like a rag doll at a dangerous force into the wall, before quickly closing the distance and placing the gun to her head. He’d never once held a gun to her head and he promised himself, he’d never do it, but she’d pushed him to his breaking point.

“You think because I love you, I kill you?” He said darkly. “Your think your untouchable Kitten.” He spat. “I’ve fucking done everything for you.” He shook his head. His and came up around her neck tightly. “I don’t fuck girls to get back at you or hurt you. I fuck girls because I don’t know how to love you.” He said holding her eyes and he hated that there was an honest pain in his voice even through his anger.




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Ryan didn't even realize Spencer was coming right at them until he grabbed hold of her and yanked her away from Dante, pulling her to him, and she watched as he dug his gun against Dante's side. Oh fuck. She thought to herself, looking at Dante, then Spencer. He looked absolutely murderous. Like he knew everything, not that it was that hard to figure out. She was too fucked up to think about being careful. She might as well have had it tattooed on her forehead.

“Follow me or I’ll shoot you both in front of everyone.” He said and Ryan didn't argue as he pulled her into the room they'd just screwed in and gestured for Dante to get in too. He did, and Spencer shut the door and locked it before punching Dante on the side of the head, making her wince and take a few steps back as he fell, turning her eyes on Spencer.

“I thought I told you not to be stupid.” He spat at her, and she looked away, unable to hold his dark, glaring eyes. Whatever he did to her, she deserved it, she knew that, but she was afraid that the drugs in her system might make her want to fight him back, and that could get her into more trouble. There was a gunshot and Ryan jumped, glancing at Dante. Oh fuck. She wanted to throw up. She couldn't watch Spencer kill him even though, eventually he was going to make her.

Ryan's eyes were locked on the blood, and she was unable to peel them away, so she didn't stand a chance when he reached out and grabbed her wrist, throwing her effortlessly against the wall so hard she couldn't breathe, and an agonizing pain ripped it's way up her spine as she leaned heavily against the wall, afraid that, if she tried to stand on her own weight, she'd collapse, feeling like every bone in her torso had been liquified with the collision. She wanted to move away, but she just couldn't. She couldn't move and she couldn't breathe so she had no choice but to let him close the distance between them and place the gun against her head. Ryan couldn't remember ever being so afraid in her life. He'd never held a gun to her before, even when he'd nearly put her in the hospital, he'd never once reached for a gun, and, after watching him shoot Dante without so much as blinking, she was frozen, trying to catch her breath and swallow down the pain in her body.

“You think because I love you, I won't kill you?” He said darkly and Ryan closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at him or the gun. “You think you're untouchable Kitten.” He spat and Ryan rolled her eyes. Sure, she hadn't thought he'd kill her, but she never once thought she was untouchable. He'd made that abundantly clear over the past four months. She'd never imagined him holding a gun to her head, but she knew he'd make her pay when he caught her. She wasn't expecting to get off easy. She wasn't expecting him to fold for her the way she was always doing for him. “I’ve fucking done everything for you.” He went on and Ryan clenched her jaw tightly as his hand came up and wrapped around her throat. “I don’t fuck girls to get back at you or hurt you. I fuck girls because I don’t know how to love you.” He said, trying to look her in the eye, but Ria kept her head turned, not wanting to look at him and see the pain and hatred she could hear in his voice.

"Yeah." She spat back, looking at Dante on the floor. "But you still fuck them don't you?" She rolled her eyes. "You said I was yours and you were mine, but that's a fucking lie." She hissed. "If you can't figure out how to love me, I'm yours, but you're not mine." Ryan shook her head and glared at him now. "You made me this way Spencer." She smirked, reaching out and grabbing his shirt, pulling his body against hers, raising an eyebrow. "Before I met you, no one had ever touched me but Jason. You made me want to get back at him for treating me like shit." Ryan shrugged. "And you were okay with it too, when I was doing it to him." Ryan held his eyes for a second. "Not so fun when it's you is it?" She spat. "I always make excuses for you. I always take your shiity-ass promises, I always fuck you after you've hurt me, and you're standing here holding a gun to my head?" She hissed, allowing her fear to make her angry, pushing aside the fact that she was scared shitless of him, knowing begging him to stop and crying and apologizing would only give him satisfaction. "I'm not going to apologize if you try and torture it out of me." She said, eyes cold. "I don't owe it to you."




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Mark glanced up, irritated as Reed ran off, hoping he'd get the chance to beat the shit out of him and he contemplated going after him, but in order to do that, he'd have to give up Frankie, and he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't done with her yet. “Pussy.” She breathed and he looked down at her as she smirked up at him, realizing she was going to fight and and rolling his eyes, wishing she wouldn't do that. If she would just tell him the honest truth, he probably wouldn't freak out so badly, but no. She was going to be a bitch and it was going to make him angrier, and he was going to hurt her. “Yeah, I am.” She said in response and he clenched his jaw. “And he fucks the shit out of me.” She taunted, knowing the picture of the two of them together would drive him insane.

“What are you gonna do about it? Fuck Sadie some more? To get back at me?” She spat bitterly and he rolled his eyes. “Fuck her all you want Markus, because we're over.” She said before shoving him away and turning, heading off and he clenched his fists, wishing he could just let her go before going after her. He wasn't about to let her end things, and he knew she didn't want to. She wasn't thinking right. She was all fucked up on drugs, and pissed with him for what she'd seen of him and Sadie on the dancefloor, but she wasn't really going to leave him. She couldn't. He knew that just as much as he knew he couldn't leave her.

So he went after her, catching up quickly and pulling her swiftly across the club, towards the back door, shoving her outside before coming out after her and wasting no time in grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her close, wrapping an arm around her waist to make sure she couldn't push him off again, using the hand holding her wrist to slap her across the face before gripping her hair tightly so she had to look at him.

"You're not leaving me." He spat at her. "That was for acting like you can." He smirked and shook his head. "I fucking hate Sadie. Almost as much as I hate you sometimes." He said, shaking his head. "But, when you piss me off, I don't hate anyone more than I hate you." He held her eyes. "But I also don't love anyone the way I love you." Mark knew she could hear the pain in his voice, but he didn't care, just gripped her hair tighter and pushed her back hard against the wall. He glared down at her. "Why'd you do it? To get back at me?" He spat. "Or maybe you're just a whore." He hissed, knowing it was harsh, but he was hurt, and unable to stop himself. "Tell me, Franks, are there any other guys I have to add to my hitlist?" He spat, raising an eyebrow. "Fucking anyone else, or just my friend?"

She moved quickly knowing he was going to come after her and she could tell by the look in his eyes he was just as fucked up as he and it would be a miracle if he didn’t kill her when he caught her.

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He caught up with her quickly and pulled her across the club, it didn’t matter that she was practically kicking and scream the entire time. No one cared, because everyone was just as fucked up as the two of them. He opened the back door shoving her out and she smirked as he grabbed her wrist roughly and pulling close, wrapping an arm around her waist tightly so she couldn’t get away despite the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere.

If he wanted to hit her, she was going to let him. She knew she deserved it, her hooking up with Reed didn’t make her any better than him and she was just as abusive as him. She didn’t roll over and just let him hit her around, she hit him back. When he hurt her, she hurt him back, she wasn’t helpless and so she never ran.

He slapped her across the face, before grabbing a hold of her hair tightly, causing her to wince. "You're not leaving me." he spat and she rolled her eyes she wished she could just to prove she could. "That was for acting like you can." He smirked. "I fucking hate Sadie. Almost as much as I hate you sometimes. But, when you piss me off, I don't hate anyone more than I hate you." She smirked, raising a brow "But I also don't love anyone the way I love you." She could hear the pain in his voice and if she was sober she would have cared, but drugged up, she couldn’t give a shit, because she was in just as much pain.

He gripped her hair tighter, but this time she didn’t react. Despite the fact she had to swallow back tears from the pain. He pushed her back against the wall, her body colliding with the wall. She closed her eyes, clenching her jaw.

"Why'd you do it? To get back at me? Or maybe you're just a whore." he spat and that pissed her off "Tell me, Franks, are there any other guys I have to add to my hitlist? Fucking anyone else, or just my friend?" he hissed and she rolled her eyes.

“No, I’m just a whore.” She spat back, sarcastically. “I figure that’s the only way to keep you around, seeing as you like fucking them so much!” She yelled shoving him off her, but stepping forward and slapping him across the face. “You’re the one who fucked me over!” She shouted. “You turned me into this.” She glared at him. “Maybe if you spent more time on us and less time in the back seat of your car with your other girlfriend, we wouldn’t hate each other so much.” She spat bitterly.



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]"Yeah. But you still fuck them don't you?" she spat and he didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked to Dante. "You said I was yours and you were mine, but that's a fucking lie. If you can't figure out how to love me, I'm yours, but you're not mine." She shook her head and he tightened his grip on her neck. "You made me this way Spencer. Before I met you, no one had ever touched me but Jason. You made me want to get back at him for treating me like shit." She smirked and that pissed him off.

"And you were okay with it too, when I was doing it to him. Not so fun when it's you is it?" She Spat and his jaw clenched "I always make excuses for you. I always take your shiity-ass promises, I always fuck you after you've hurt me, and you're standing here holding a gun to my head?" he rolled his eyes "I'm not going to apologize if you try and torture it out of me. I don't owe it to you."

He let her words sink in for a minute, like they’d really affected him, before he let out a dark laugh. He used the hand around her throat, fisting it in her hair tightly, forcing her to look into his dark eyes with her own ones. He tucked the gun away, before slapping her across the face hard. He spun her around, so her back was against his chest, his hand came around her neck tightly and his lips pressed against her neck.

“Oh please, Jason meant nothing to you the second I kissed you.” He said darkly as if he knew what she’d been thinking that first night. “You can’t live without me Rianne and I can’t live without you.” He tightened his grip around her neck. “And your right I did turn you into this, but you wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t like it.” He whispered against her skin arrogantly.

He spun her around quickly and wrapped arm around her waist tightly, pressing his lips to her jaw, teasingly as if trying to get her to fold, knowing how his kiss affected her, especially with drugs in her system. But, the kisses were only to tease her and make her realize he still had control of him, before he shoved her roughly onto the couch in the room.

“So he’s the deal babe. I can either shoot him now and you can watch.” He smirked dangerously, pulling his gun back out. “Or I can beat the shit out of him, until he’s dead.” He said keeping his eyes on her. “You knew the consequences, so pick your punishment.”



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It was silent for a minute before he laughed darkly and she knew her words had only pissed him off more. He moved the hand he had around her throat and grabbed her hair tightly, making her wince as he forced her to look into his eyes, hating the darkness she could see there, wanting to look away, but he wouldn't let her. He pulled the gun away from her and tucked it away, but Ri didn't relax. She knew he wasn't done with her. He was still going to hurt her. He slapped her, hard enough that her nose started to bleed and her head whipped violently to the side, making her swallow back a cry of pain as she lifted a hand to her face.

He spun her quickly and Ryan's whole body was tense in his arms as he gripped her neck with one hand and then kissed it, making her stiffen even more. It was almost impossible to keep herself from moaning or relaxing against him or stretching her neck. Especially with the drugs Dante had given her in her system, and he knew that so he was taunting her, trying to see if he could get her to give in like she always did.

“Oh please, Jason meant nothing to you the second I kissed you.” He said darkly and Ryan forced herself to focus on his words. “You can’t live without me Rianne and I can’t live without you.” He tightened his grip around her neck, his words making her close her eyes and grit her teeth. She wished he wasn't right and she had the strength to leave him, but she didn't. She couldn't make herself do it, because, even when they were fighting, she still preferred being with him than back home. “And you're right I did turn you into this, but you wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t like it.” He whispered, making her shiver despite herself.

He whirled her to face him quickly and she tried to get away, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips against her jaw, making her stop fighting, closing her eyes tightly and fighting the drugs in her system instead, working with all the willpower she had not to give into him. The kiss was teasing, taunting her, wanting her to realize she could fight all she wanted, but he'd always have the control and she'd always give in at some point. And she had to admit, she was close, her heart was racing and the drugs made his lips on her jaw feel intense as hell.

Eventually though, he stopped kissing her and threw her down onto the couch. “So here’s the deal babe. I can either shoot him now and you can watch.” He said as he pulled his gun back out, making her glance at Dante, head spinning from his kiss and stomach turning at the thought of watching him murder Dante because she went and acted like a slut. “Or I can beat the shit out of him, until he’s dead.” He said and she could feel his eyes on her, but wouldn't look at him. She kept her head down because she couldn't meet his eyes. “You knew the consequences, so pick your punishment.” He said and she hated that he was going to make her say it. He wanted her to chose how Dante died and say it out loud. Ryan's heart was racing and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.

"Don't do that to me, just shoot him." She whispered because it was quicker, voice suddenly weak now that it wasn't her life in danger anymore, but someone else's. Ryan looked at Dante, eyes on his blood before she closed her eyes and looked away, fighting back frustrated tears, wiping at them furiously when they started to fall. "You're an asshole." She spat, knowing it was weak, but she was too sick with guilt to think of anything else.




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“No, I’m just a whore.” She spat back, quickly. "I figure that’s the only way to keep you around, seeing as you like fucking them so much!” She yelled before shoving him off again and advancing on him quickly, slapping him hard on the face. “You’re the one who fucked me over!” She shouted and he ground his teeth together, watching her, trying to control his temper. “You turned me into this.” She glared at him. “Maybe if you spent more time on us and less time in the back seat of your car with your other girlfriend, we wouldn’t hate each other so much.” She spat bitterly.

Mark rolled his eyes and stepped forward, so they were inches apart but not touching. "I may have started what you changed into, but, baby, the only person you have to blame for who you are is yourself." He spat, grabbing her jaw roughly and making her look up at him. "If you don't like who you are, that's not my problem." He spat. "I'm not out to get you." He hissed. "I'm not trying to make your life miserable. I'm trying to fuck up my life because that's what I do. I destroy the good things I get." He kept his eyes on hers. "Sometimes I drag people down with me without meaning to." He shook his head and released her, turning and walking away from her some, keeping his back to her, lighting a cigarette.

"Sadie means nothing to me, you should know that." He hissed as he inhaled. What they needed was to get the hell out of that city. They needed new people and a new place. They needed to be away from Sadie and Reed. At least until they met more people like them and then they'd move again. They'd stayed too long in San Francisco. They needed to keep on the move. That's what he was used to, and it had always worked out for him. "Either go back inside and find Reed to fuck." He finally spat, inhaling off the cigarette and turning to face her. "But I can promise to you I'll kill him." He smirked. "Or we can go back to the house, pack our shit, and get the hell out of here." He shrugged. "And I'll forget Reed." He flicked the cigarette and glared at her.

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He was so close, she could smell the alcohol on his breath and the pain and anger in his eyes. "I may have started what you changed into, but, baby, the only person you have to blame for who you are is yourself." She looked away hating what he was saying but he grabbed her jaw roughly forcing her to hold his eyes "If you don't like who you are, that's not my problem. I'm not out to get you." he spat and she ripped her jaw from his grip and took a step back creating distance between them. "I'm not trying to make your life miserable. I'm trying to fuck up my life because that's what I do. I destroy the good things I get." she held his eyes "Sometimes I drag people down with me without meaning to."

She watched him start to walk away and her heart nearly stopped, before he paused and lit a cigarette. She thought for a brief moment he was leaving her there. She knew he was just as messed up as him and it wasn’t fair to blame him for everything, but it was easier than blaming herself, because she knew he’d always come back. Wouldn’t he? She’d become so impossible to get along with, that she wondered how he was still putting up with her. She was honestly waiting for the day she’d wake up and he was gone, she’d been preparing herself for that for quite some time now.


"Sadie means nothing to me, you should know that." he spat and she rolled her eyes "Either go back inside and find Reed to fuck. But I can promise to you I'll kill him." she could hear the smirk in his voice, like he’d get pleasure out of her going back inside, just so he could kill Reed. "Or we can go back to the house, pack our shit, and get the hell out of here. And I'll forget Reed."

She let silent fall between them. Suddenly she felt the throbbing in her knuckles and her head was pounding, she was coming down from her high and starting to feel like shit. She honestly thought about going back inside and disappearing into the crowed until Reed found her, but then what would that solve. She’d just feel like shit and Mark would be hurt, more now because he knew she had purposely went back inside, to do exactly that, hurt him. But, what would leaving do? Once they were settled in whatever place they settled in, they’d be happy a while until one of them got scared because things were to perfect and they’d fuck up again and start hurting each other all over again.

“I hate you.” She smirked as she closed the distance between them. “But, I don’t want to be without you.” She said holding his eyes. “If your dragging someone down with you, I’m glad me.” She said honestly. “You should know I love you, I left everything behind after only two days of knowing you.” She said leaning up on her tip toes and kissing his lips. “Your my everything, but you just make me so fucking crazy sometimes.” She said pulling away. “If you wanna leave tonight, you know I’d follow you.” She smirked. “But, I kind of bumped into my sister and if we leave I’m taking her with us, I’m not leaving her again.” She sighed.



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"Don't do that to me, just shoot him." she whispered and he smirked at the fact that she wasn’t fighting back "You're an asshole." she spat but it was weak and he’d broken her again and that was all he wanted.

Now that she wasn’t fighting back, like he thought she would, there was no point in killing Dante, not only that but, if he killed Dante without Chris knowing, Chris would probably kill him, because he’d be left to clean up Spencer’s mess and cover for him. Spencer tucked the gun away and walked over to Dante, kneeling down beside him and patting him on the face.

“Wake up.” He spat. Before standing back up and walking over to where Ryan was. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her up wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing her jaw roughly. “For the record, I am yours.” He spat. “You’re the only girl who can make me feel like shit for wanting to kill a guy who’s fucking her.” He rolled his eyes. He’d probably have killed Dante if Ryan had fought him more, but the weakness in her voice and the way she’d given in had made him feel like shit.

He pressed his lips to her the kiss was rough, but there was something apologetic about it. He was too fucked up to actually apologize. He pulled away releasing her and walking towards the door. He thought about actually leaving her at the moment, he wasn’t thinking straight and he might actually be able to leave her and once he was away, he’d have to convince himself to stay away for her sake. He paused at the door, keeping his back to her.

“Keep fucking him if you want.” He spat. “He’s going to get tired of you babe, I can promise he won’t look out for you like I would.” His words were weak because what he was saying was killing him, he was putting the choice in her hands. “I love Ryan, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you that night in the club.” He finished before slipping out of the room and leaving her there.



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Ryan wasn't looking at him, but she heard him put the gun away and walk over to Dante, kneeling by him, and for a minute, she was afraid he'd beat him to death just because it was the opposite of what she wanted. “Wake up.” He spat at him but he didn't hit him or anything and Dante groaned awake. Ri glanced at Spencer as he stood and walked over to her, looking away again as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist so she couldn't get away. It didn't really matter though. Her whole body hurt and she was exhausted from fighting. She wasn't going anywhere.

She didn't want to look at him because he'd won again. He'd gotten her to fold, like he always did and she hated that, but he grabbed her jaw painfully, making her wince, but she didn't fight him as he made her look him in the eye. “For the record, I am yours.” He spat and Ryan closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from crying. It didn't feel like it. “You’re the only girl who can make me feel like shit for wanting to kill a guy who’s fucking her.” He said before pressing his lips against hers roughly, the drugs in her system causing her to lean into it, because she was just too tired to fight it anymore, and his kiss had a way of erasing all the pain in her body and making her feel better, even if it was rough.

It was almost apologetic and that made her moan softly against his lips. Because he rarely apologized to her, and it felt good. Better than if he'd said it out loud, because she probably wouldn't have believed him if he'd said it aloud. Apologies were just another form of promising something, and she was tired to fake promises. His kiss didn't lie to her though. It was honest.

He pulled away eventually and her pain all came rushing back, watching as he walked towards the door, and, for a minute, she was afraid he'd walk out and not come back. That she'd hurt him enough to make him leave her. “Keep fucking him if you want.” He spat, turning back to face her and Ryan glanced at Dante. “He’s going to get tired of you babe, I can promise he won’t look out for you like I would.” Ryan sighed. Sleeping with Dante had never been about wanting him. She hadn't really wanted him from the beginning. She didn't even like him. He was an asshole. She hated him everytime he so much as looked at her. She would never leave Spencer for him. Not if he held her at gunpoint and tried to force her. “I love you Ryan, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you that night in the club.” Spencer finally said before slipping out the door and leaving her alone with Dante, who was just starting to stand, holding his bleeding shoulder.

Ryan sighed and went over to him, helping him to the couch and making him sit before heading to the bathroom, wetting a towel and coming back, throwing it down on his lap. "Clean it, keep pressure on it, and get your ass to a hospital or someone who can take the bullet out." She said, and he looked up at her. "Not that there was ever really an 'us', but it's over. If you try to touch me again, I'll make sure next time, the bullet's somewhere more vital." She threatened before slipping out the door, leaving him alone.

Outside, the room was obnoxiously loud, and there were too many people, so she went back to the bathroom and leaned against the wall, sighing deeply and groaning at the pain in her body before sliding down the length of the wall to sit on the floor.




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It was silent for a long time before she finally spoke. “I hate you.” She said with a smirk before closing the space between them. “But, I don’t want to be without you.” She said and he held her eyes, glad she hadn't turned and gone inside to find Reed because it would have hurt too much and he wasn't sure what he'd do. “If you're dragging someone down with you, I’m glad it's me.” She said and he winced, wishing he wasn't doing what he was to her, wishing he could just be happy with what he had instead of trying to fuck things up. “You should know I love you, I left everything behind after only two days of knowing you.” She said and leaned up to kiss him, and he kissed her back. “You're my everything, but you just make me so fucking crazy sometimes. If you wanna leave tonight, you know I’d follow you.” She smirked. “But, I kind of bumped into my sister and if we leave I’m taking her with us, I’m not leaving her again.” She sighed.


That made him raise his eyebrows because he'd seen her sister before. At Karin's party and at her engagement party, and he knew she was a lot like Frankie had been. What was she doing all the way in San Francisco? In a place like the club, of all places? He sighed and looked her over. "Well then I guess you better go find her." He said with a shrug, heading to the door and opening it, gesturing for her to take the lead.

"Unless you think she's here with your family." He said, that finally occuring to him. What if they'd finally caught up to them? "Think maybe they found us?" He said, looking her over.

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"Well then I guess you better go find her." He said and that surprised her, the fight was over at least for now until they were both shit faced again, she assumed he didn’t continue the fight because he was just as exhausted as she was and after getting some fresh air they were both starting to come down from their high. "Unless you think she's here with your family." he said opening the door for her "Think maybe they found us?"

There was no way in hell her mother would come to a place like this, nor would she send he only other daughter in to see if Frankie was in there, she’d send Max or she’d hire someone. So there was no possible way it was he family, it was just Ryan and that guy. It was just now hitting her that she’d seen her sister and she suddenly felt the urgency to find her. She hadn’t really remembered what she’d said to her and she’d probably been a cold hearted bitch.

“No it’s just her.” She finally said. “But, I need to find her alone. Give me an hour, if I’m not back come find me.” She said, before leaning up and kissing him.

She didn’t give him time to respond as she pushed through the people on the dance floor and quickly disappeared. She hoped Reed wouldn’t see her or worse Sadie. If Reed saw her, she’d never be able to get away from him, she’d been avoiding him all night, he was bound to be getting frustrated and if she saw Sadie she’d beat the shit out of her, drugs or no drugs in her system it didn’t matter.

All she remembered was seeing Ryan in the bathroom and for all she knew it could have very well been a hallucination. She hoped she hadn’t just been seeing things, because then Mark would really think she was crazy. It took her a while before she broke through the crowed and came out on the other side of the club where the bathroom was. Maybe with any lick she’d still be in there, if not, Frankie wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to find her.

She pushed open the door and her eyes fell instantly on her little sister, sitting on the ground. She looked just as bad as Frankie and she looked like she felt just as bad as she did too. But, Frankie quickly pushed back her own problems as she looked the door, to grant them privacy. Her little sister meant the world to her and she looked like she could use someone to vent to.

Frankie crossed the room and sunk to her knees in front of her sister looking her over. She hated how pained and broken she looked, it was like looking in a mirror, seeing herself. She couldn’t stand seeing her sister hurt, it killed her worse than the first time she’d caught Mark with Sadie.

“Ry-bear.” She whispered “I’m sorry about earlier, I’m sorry I hurt you.” She said, Ryan didn’t have to tell her, she knew she’d hurt her sister on top of whatever else she was going through. “You know the first time I saw you dance, I knew you’d be trouble.” She smiled “You wouldn’t listen to a damn thing mom said and you had no idea how proud I was of you.” She said softly. “Everything is so messed up, for both of us and don’t try and tell me it’s not Ry, because I know you better than anyone else I can see right through you.” She said leaning forward and tucking her hair behind her ear and lifting her chin so she had to look at her. “But, messed up or not, I’m your sister and I love you more then you’ll ever know. You can run from mom, but you can’t run from me.” She teased “I’m sorry I let you down babe, but I’m here now.” She said holding her sisters eyes.

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Ryan sat there for a while, not moving. She should get up, fix her hair and make up, and go find Spencer, but she didn't want look in the mirror. She didn't want to see herself because she knew what she'd find. There'd be mascara streaks under her eyes, from crying when Spencer was about to shoot Dante, she'd have blood running down her face from her nose, her hair would be a tangled mess, and she'd have bruises pretty much everywhere. Including her face, from Spencer's slap. Besides, moving around would hurt too much. For now, she just wanted to sit and be alone. The night had been long and painful, from seeing her sister, to her fight with Spencer, and she needed a little while to compose herself so she could pretend she was okay.

The door opened, but Ryan didn't bother looking up. Whoever it was was probably fucked out of their mind and just needed to use the bathroom. They wouldn't look twice at her. Except this person came over and knelt in front of her and Ryan rolled her eyes and looked away, leaning back more against the wall to put distance between them. The last thing she wanted now was more of her sister's bitchy taunting. She'd been dying to see Frankie for months, and now, she was the last person she wanted to see.

“Ry-bear.” She whispered, but Ryan still didn't look at her, afraid she would cry if she did. “I’m sorry about earlier, I’m sorry I hurt you.” She said. “You know the first time I saw you dance, I knew you’d be trouble.” She said and Ryan glanced up at her for a second. “You wouldn't listen to a damn thing mom said and you had no idea how proud I was of you.” She said and Ri smirked. She was too young to remember the first time she'd danced, but the memory sounded right. She'd always been the one pushing their mother, fighting her. Even when they were young.

“Everything is so messed up, for both of us and don’t try and tell me it’s not Ry, because I know you better than anyone else I can see right through you.” She and Ryan sighed and looked away again, dropping her smirk because she didn't want to think about how fucked up things were, but Frankie reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, tilting her chin so she had to look her in the eye. “But, messed up or not, I’m your sister and I love you more then you’ll ever know. You can run from mom, but you can’t run from me. I’m sorry I let you down babe, but I’m here now.” She said, holding her eyes and Ryan couldn't help it. Tears started to roll down her cheeks because she couldn't hold them in anymore.

"I missed you." She whispered. "I was going to stay, because of you, but then I remembered you were going to marry Max soon anyway and he'd take you away and wouldn't let you see me much because the guy's a fucking dick, and hates me." She sighed. "So I left." She shrugged and looked away. "Things were good, at first." She shrugged. "But then I started to really miss you and I started fucking up and everything turned to shit quickly, and I thought of going home, but I couldn't because I'd be more alone there than anywhere else." Ryan glanced at Frankie. "I saw mom and Max arguing before I ran away. It looked like something was wrong and I knew it had to do with you, but I left anyway, and not knowing what had happened to you these past few months killed me, but I couldn't make myself call home and find out because it would only make me want to come back."

Ryan knew she was talking a lot, but she hadn't really said these things to anyone, despite the fact that she'd been thinking about them almost constantly since leaving, and, once she started, she couldn't make herself stop. "I fucked up so bad Frankie." She breathed, shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm with a guy I love, but it's exactly a happy story, if you can't tell by the way I look." She said, rolling her eyes and looking away. "The guy that was in here with me earlier isn't him. And he found out, and wanted me to watch him kill him." She explained, the words hurting so say, getting sick to her stomach again just thinking about what had happened. "I just don't know what to do anymore." She finally breathed and closed her eyes, letting silence hang there for a second before standing and looking down at her. "But it doesn't really matter that you're here now." She said, holding her eyes. "Because it's too late. I have to go back with him. I can't stay with you, and I don't want to sit here any longer and get attached to you again because I'll just have to leave again." Ryan shrugged. "Try to keep yourself from punching mirrors Frankie." She said before going to the sink and cleaning her face, pulling her hair into a ponytail and then going to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle to look back at her. "I love you." She whispered, holding her eyes. "I used to come to you when I didn't know what to do and you'd make me feel better. You'll always be my favorite person in the world, but I can't stay."

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"I missed you." she whispered and Frankie sighed as she dropped her hand. "I was going to stay, because of you, but then I remembered you were going to marry Max soon anyway and he'd take you away and wouldn't let you see me much because the guy's a fucking dick, and hates me." Frankie nodded as she let her continue. "So I left. Things were good, at first. But then I started to really miss you and I started fucking up and everything turned to shit quickly, and I thought of going home, but I couldn't because I'd be more alone there than anywhere else." Frankie hated that Ryan’s situation was exactly like hers and she hated seeing the tears on her sister’s face.

She let her sister go on about how mom and Max were fighting about her. It was weird hearing Max’s name come from someone else after so long. Her sister went on to talk about how she was in love with someone, but it was really messed up and however she was talking about wanted her to watch him kill the other guy and she winced, but just continued to listen.


"I just don't know what to do anymore." she finally said and Frankie tried thinking of something to say, but everything she thought of just sounded hypocritical. "But it doesn't really matter that you're here now." She said standing and looking down at at her and Frankie held her eyes. "Because it's too late. I have to go back with him. I can't stay with you, and I don't want to sit here any longer and get attached to you again because I'll just have to leave again. Try to keep yourself from punching mirrors Frankie." She said walking over to the mirror and Frankie stood up watching her fix herself in the mirror and it was way too similar to what Frankie did ever time her and Mark got into it.

She wasn’t going to let her sister go she couldn’t, but she also couldn’t make her leave with her, because she refused to be her mother. She hated seeing her sister in pain and she wanted to help her, but if Ryan didn’t want the help what exactly could she do about it.

"I love you." Ryan whispered and Frankie looked up locking eyes with her "I used to come to you when I didn't know what to do and you'd make me feel better. You'll always be my favorite person in the world, but I can't stay."

“No.” Frankie said but her voice was a raspy whisper because she was on the verge of tears herself. She crossed the bathroom quickly, before her sister had the chance to slip out and she grabbed her wrist pulling her to her gently, yet forcefully. Wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly, because even if Ryan didn’t need it, Frankie did.

Frankie could remember growing up with her sister, she could clearly picture every laugh and petty fight. But over everything, she could remember her and her sister being inseparable, attached at the hip. They were asked often if they were twins, then Max had come into the picture and looking back on it now, Max had been the reason and her mother were the reason Ryan and Frankie weren’t as close anymore.

“Rianne, no one’s ever going to take you away from me.” She whispered “I’m always going to be your sister and I’m always going to be here for you, if I remember right, you made me promise to never die.” She laughed, finally letting a few tears fall as she pulled back, keeping a hand on each shoulder as she held her sisters eyes. “You can walk out that door right now and we may never see each other again and if that’s what you want, then by all means go for it.” She said swallowing hard at the thought of never seeing her again. “And I can only hope that you get everything you deserve.” She said keeping her eyes on her sister. “Or, you can come with me and Mark, were leaving tonight. We’ve been in this town for too damn long and it’s driving us crazy.” She smirked “It’s up to you babe, the offers on the table and no matter what choice you make, I’m still going to love you just that same.” She said leaning in and placing a motherly kiss on her forehead, something her mother never did to either of them.



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“No.” Frankie whispered & Ryan hated the weak sound of her voice so much she had to look away. Before she could leave, she crossed the room to her and pulled her close, making her close her eyes, fighting back more tears as her sister hugged her tightly. She didn't want to leave her. It had been too long since she'd seen her, but she couldn't leave Spencer.

“Rianne, no one’s ever going to take you away from me.” She whispered and Ryan leaned into her sisters hug, needing it. “I’m always going to be your sister and I’m always going to be here for you, if I remember right, you made me promise to never die.” She laughed, and Ryan couldn't help it, she started crying again. “You can walk out that door right now and we may never see each other again and if that’s what you want, then by all means go for it.” Ryan winced at the thought of never seeing her sister again. “And I can only hope that you get everything you deserve. Or, you can come with me and Mark, were leaving tonight. We’ve been in this town for too damn long and it’s driving us crazy.” She went on. “It’s up to you babe, the offers on the table and no matter what choice you make, I’m still going to love you just that same.” Ryan sighed as she leaned in and kissed her forehead, the gesture so motherly, it killed her.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks before holding her tighter and resting her forehead against her shoulder for a minute, taking a shuddering breath while she thought. "I want to." She whispered. "I love you Frankie, but I can't." Her voice was weak. "I have to go back to Miami with Spencer. I couldn't leave him even if I wanted to." She breathed before pulling away and looking her in the eyes.

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She watched her sister and she already knew what her decision was, before she said anything. Because, despite the fact they were only half sisters, they might as well be twins. Frankie knew her and Ryan were more a like then either of them would like to admit and when Frankie fell in love she fell hard, put everything into it, knowing she’d only get her heart broken and Ryan was the same.

"I want to. I love you Frankie, but I can't." her voice was a weak whisper "I have to go back to Miami with Spencer. I couldn't leave him even if I wanted to." Frankie only smiled as she held her sister’s eyes for a moment. She finally nodded, letting her sister know she understood.

It was hard for Frankie to let her sister go. She wanted to protect her and stand by her, be there when she needed her. But, she could already tell Ryan had grown up so much since the last time she’d seen her and something told her she’d be okay. Something told Frankie that she didn’t need her big sister around to fight her battles, because she could do it herself.

“I’ll see you around then.” She smirked, she couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye, because goodbye felt to final. “Maybe will you.” She winked, slipping past her sister and opening the door as she glanced back. “Oh and Ry, don’t let them see you weak, because the world will eat you alive.” She said before slipping out the door, she was scared if she stayed there any longer, she’d break down and try and convince Ryan to go with her and she didn’t want to, she wanted to let her sister make her own decisions.

Back out in the club it was like her shitty life came back around her suffocating her. In the bathroom with Ryan, she’d felt normal again even if it was just for a few minutes, she felt like Frankie. But, now that she was back out in the smokey haze of the club, she wasn’t Frankie anymore. She was Franks again, the girl who cheated on her boyfriend, numbed herself with drugs, and hated herself. Now that she was somewhat sober, with only the lingering effects of the drug laced stamp, she was irritable and she just wanted to find Mark, but she couldn’t and she was finding herself getting increasingly more frustrated.




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When Spencer left the Ryan, he’d left the club took a taxi down the street a ways, because he actually thought he might be able to leave this time, until of course they he yelled at the taxi driver to stop and he’d got out of the cab and started back towards the club, because he couldn’t leave. He lit a cigarette as he walked finally reached the parking lot of the club, taking a long drag off of it.

He didn’t go back inside though, he walked around the back of the club where he’d entered when they’d first gotten there. He lend against the wall, before sliding down its length. In his own sick tortured mind, he was convinced that Ryan had chosen to stay with Dante, that she was in love with Dante, that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to go back inside.

He deserved it though. That much he’d decided, because Spencer had never had anything good last in his life, he always found a way to fuck it up. So why did he think that stealing Ryan away from her happy rich life and falling in love with her would be any different. There was still so much she didn’t know about him, yet he knew everything about her. Even as much as he loved her he still hadn’t been able to let her in and take his walls down.

There were a million and one reasons for her to leave him, why she was still sticking around was honestly confusing to him. He’d either scared most girls off by now or they’d gotten tired of his shit and just left. But, she was different and that’s why he’d fallen for her in the first place and he desperately wanted to be the guy she deserved, but he knew he’d never be able to be that person.



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Ryan watched as her sister pulled away and walked to the door, opening it and looking back at her. “I’ll see you around then.” She smirked and Ryan sighed, doubting she'd see her again. “Maybe will you. Oh and Ry, don’t let them see you weak, because the world will eat you alive.” She said and the words reminded her of Spencer's, the night of Karin's party, making her close her eyes, remembering the night and, when she opened them again, her sister had gone and she was alone.

She leaned against the kitchen sinks for a while before sighing and looking at herself in the mirror. She winced at her reflection. She looked absolutely horrible. Even after cleaning the blood and mascara streaks off her face. She sighed and slipped out the door, into the club, looking around for Spencer. She couldn't find him though and the place was so packed, she knew she could spend hours searching, so she sighed and made her way towards the back door, figuring she could just catch a cab back to their hotel room and wait for him to come back.

Ryan slipped outside, into the night air, and it felt so good in her lungs, compared to the smokey, crowded air of the club, she closed her eyes and breathed it in deeply before opening her eyes, and that's when she spotted him sitting on the ground. Ryan sighed and light herself a cigarette before sliding to the ground next to him. "I'm sorry." She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder and inhaling from her cigarette as she looked out into the space in front of them. "I know I said I wouldn't say it, but I am." She shrugged and closed her eyes. "I love you."




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Mark waited outside for a while, seriously contemplating leaving, because she was better off without him. She might hurt for a while, but she'd get over him and move on eventually. He couldn't stand hurting her all the time, and he knew running would only be a temporary fix. He wasn't sure how to change that.

But he couldn't make himself leave her. He needed her and that scared him. He hated seeing what he was doing to her, what he had turned her into, but there was no way he could make himself leave her.

After a while of waiting though, he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't help but think that Reed had found her again and it was killing him, even though she'd said she'd gone in there to find her sister. So he went back inside and pushed through people, looking for her. It took him a long time, but eventually he spotted her coming out of the bathroom and caught up to her, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. "You find her?" He asked, looking her over. "Ready to get out if here?"

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She felt someone grab her arm and for a split second she thought it was Reed and that terrified her, because he’d use her weakness against her. He wouldn’t let her get away this time, he’d talk her into bed. But, the second she felt the spark the fear went away and she knew it was Mark and she allowed herself to breath as he spun her to face him.

"You find her? Ready to get out if here?" She sighed, because the truth was no she wasn’t ready to go. She didn’t want to leave she honestly liked it there and she knew leaving wouldn’t fix anything. They could run for the rest of their lives but it wouldn’t fix anything it would just postpone the inevitable.

“Yeah, let’s go.” She smiled, lacing her fingers with his as she pulled him with her towards the exit of the club. When they got outside she paused and lend up kissing him. “You know this isn’t going to fix us.” She whispered against his lips. She was about to continue, before she was cut off.

“Oh, what now you guys are the perfect couple cause your both fucking sober please.” She winced at how hateful his voice sounded and she knew he was going to try something. She sighed glancing to Reed as he glared at the two of them, finishing off a bottle of whisky before tossing it away.

“Reed, your drunk.” She spat, before glancing to Mark. “Let me handle him.” She breathed, begging him, knowing the two of them would beat the shit out of each other because they were equally as dangerous. She closed the distance glaring at Reed. “Find Teddy and go home, unless you want your ass kicked.” She smirked.

Reed grabbed her wrist roughly. Shit she thought. He slapped her across the face so hard that the other people lingering outside went silent. She could feel the blood start to drain from her nose and she pushed him away despite the pain his her face, before wiping the blood away.

“You’re a really fucking good liar, you know that sweetheart.” He hissed before glancing to Mark with a smirk. “She’s playing both of us, thought you were smart enough to figure that out Markus.” He rolled his eyes. “Go ahead, beat the shit out of me, but she’s the one who came after me, to get back at you.” He shrugged “Just remembered that, she doesn’t know what she wants, she tell you she might be pregnant.” He spat, turning his eyes from Mark to her.

Frankie felt sick. Oh Fuck. she said keeping her back to Mark. She wasn’t completely sure she was, it was an assumption. Because she was late and she’d never been late. She hadn’t meant to tell Reed, she’d meant to keep it a secret, but the last time they slept together it slipped out because she was so stressed and she begged him to keep it a secret. Frankie tried to fight back her tears but it was no use.

“Didn’t think so.” Reed smirked. “Could be yours, could be mine.” He shrugged as his cold gaze went back to her. “She’s a whore.” He scoffed shaking his head. “Don’t feel to special Marky, she told me she loved me too.” He said keeping his eyes on her. Frankie couldn’t bring herself to turn around and face Mark, because she knew what she’d find there. Hate and Pain and she wouldn’t be surprised if he left her and if he did, she’d completely fall apart.



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Spencer had smoked through almost an entire pack of cigarettes. Why the hell was he always fucking up everything good? He wanted Ryan, but was his own selfishness worth her constant pain? He sighed as the back door opened and he didn’t bother looking to see who it was because it was probably just so drunk ass hole.

Only it wasn’t, this person sat next to him and he knew who it was just by the way her energy made him feel. But, he could bring himself to look at her, because he was on the verge of breaking down and he knew she was the only damn person on the face of this planet who could actually push him that far, by just looking at her. Her heard the clicking of a lighter and still he kept his eyes on his hands.

"I'm sorry." she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder and he sighed, she had nothing to apologize for, she was doing the exact same thing he was doing to her. "I know I said I wouldn't say it, but I am." he hung his head a little more "I love you." she finally said and that killed him. Why the hell did she love him, he wasn’t worth it? Why hadn’t she given up on him yet?

He let it fall silent for a long time, because he was scared that anything that came out of his mouth would sound weak. He didn’t want her to see him weak, no one had ever seen Spencer be anything but a jackass and in Ryan’s case she’d only ever seen his jackass side and once in a while the real him who loved her. But, he’d never been weak, he refused to let anyone see him weak.

“When I was eleven, I was in a car accident.” He started and there was already pain in his voice and it was obvious he was struggling with what he was about to tell her. “My mom, my twin brother and my sister were in the car.” He paused fighting back tears. “I was the only one who survived. My dad blamed me and it fucked me up.” He admitted. “I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached, because all I know how to do is fuck everything up.” He said bitterly. “Then I fucking met you.” He took a shuttering breath. “And I love you, but all I’ve done is fuck you up.” He closed his eyes. “I’m never going to change Ryan.” He said honestly. “I don’t want to keep hurting you.” He sighed.



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It was silent for a long time, and she sat there, smoking, hoping he'd speak soon, hoping she hadn't fucked things up completely by sleeping with Dante. “When I was eleven, I was in a car accident.” He finally said, and the way his voice sounded made her wince. He was struggling with what he was telling her, that much was obvious, but she stayed quiet because she'd never heard what he was saying before. She actually knew surprisingly little about his past, while he knew everything about her. “My mom, my twin brother and my sister were in the car. I was the only one who survived. My dad blamed me and it fucked me up.” He continued, and Ryan listened in silence.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached, because all I know how to do is fuck everything up.” He said bitterly. “Then I fucking met you.” He took a shuttering breath and she glanced at him. “And I love you, but all I’ve done is fuck you up.” Ryan wanted to stop him, because she hated hearing him be so hard on himself, but he went on. “I’m never going to change Ryan. I don’t want to keep hurting you.” He said and that made her look away, bringing her cigarette to her lips, taking a drag.

"What are you saying Spence?" She breathed out a breath of smoke, hand shaking as she brought the cigarette up again. "Are you saying it's over?" She asked, looking at him before grabbing his face and turning it so he had to look at her. "You're not a fuck up." She whispered. "I'm fucking up just as much as you are Spencer. Not everything is your fault." Ryan shook her head and released his jaw before looking away. "I'm not leaving you. I can't." She glanced at him. "I ran into my sister inside. The only person I've ever cared about." She kept her eyes on him. "She begged me to leave with her, but I said no because I couldn't leave you." Ryan looked away again, flicking the cigarette away again and sighing deeply, standing and looking down at him. "But I'm not going to force you to stay with me. So if you want to leave me, I'll go find her."




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“Yeah, let’s go.” She smiled, and he nodded, allowing her to lead him outside, about to pull her out to the car when she paused and stopped to kiss him. “You know this isn’t going to fix us.” She whispered against his lips, and he was about to tell her he knew but it was all he could think of, when someone spoke.

“Oh, what now you guys are the perfect couple cause your both fucking sober please.” Mark glanced over to see Reed, and his jaw clenched at the sight of him.

“Reed, you're drunk.” Frankie spat and then looked at him. “Let me handle him.” She begged and Mark didn't like the idea, he wanted to hurt him, but he'd told her that, if she agreed to leave with him, he'd leave Reed alone, so he stayed put while she stepped forward and told him to go home. Mark winced when he slapped her, his fists clenching tightly.

“You’re a really fucking good liar, you know that sweetheart.” He hissed and then turned his eyes on him. “She’s playing both of us, thought you were smart enough to figure that out Marcus. Go ahead, beat the shit out of me, but she’s the one who came after me, to get back at you.” He went on, and Mark glanced at Frankie, really losing his patience with him, wanting to hit him already, but, before he could, he spoke again. “Just remembered that, she doesn’t know what she wants, she tell you she might be pregnant.” He spat, and that made him freeze. He didn't even hear what he said next as he turned his eyes on Frankie, utterly shocked.

“Don’t feel too special Marky, she told me she loved me too.” He said, pulling him from his thoughts and, like someone had flipped a switch, Mark reacted instantly, lashing out at Reed. He punched him once in the stomach, causing him to double over before decking him on the side of the head, knocking him out cold. When he was done with Reed, he whirled on Frankie, pushing her back, against the side of the building, but not too hard, in case she was pregnant.

He pinned her there with an arm over her collar, leaning in close, glaring at her. "When were you going to tell me this Frankie?" He spat, face inches from hers. "Why did you tell him?" He couldn't keep the pain from his voice as he held her eyes before releasing her and taking a few steps away. "Do you love him?" He breathed, unable to meet her eyes, because that's what it looked like.