cw: language, betrayal, self-harm, drugging (GHB), rape, unprotected sex, possible forced impregnation, violence, gun, graphic imagery, panic, breakdown, mention of drugging and rape, mention of human trafficking, self-loathing
Let-Me-In-
Jaeden woke up with Khy'lar in his arms again and was even more uncomfortable with it than before.
Being forced to meet her eyes while having sex the night before had him wanting to leave his own apartment and sleep somewhere else.
He gently slid her off his chest and snuck out of bed to go to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door then sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter.
His phone rang where he'd tossed it on the sink-a call from Ray.
"Fuck," he whispered, picking it up to answer. "What's up?"
"Aye, bring that bitch up here. I need her. And give her a drink with liquid ecstasy or something in it. I ain't got time for her to be try'n'a attack me as soon as she see me."
"I'm not helping you do that shit no more."
"I mean, I could do it myself if you want her to end up like your sister. What was her name? Michelle?
"Keep her name out yo' fucking mouth," he growled.
The man laughed before sighing, his voice dark and brooding as he spoke again. "It's either you do it, or the bitch dies. And I'll make sure she does. I'm not stupid, Jugg. I know you like her 'cause she still living with you. I honestly thought you would've killed her and dumped her body the same night we got her. I mean, I told you to get her out my sight not take her home."
"I don't kill women or children, you know that."
"Exactly. So mix the fucking drink like I told you, otherwise you can go down for her death."
He opened the bathroom door to look at Munchie, who was still sleeping peacefully in his bed. He couldn't deny that he liked having her around or that he hated the way life had been going for her.
Either way it went, no matter what he decided to do, the situation ended in rape. And wanting to save her wasn't the same as actually being able to do it.
He had money, but he was nowhere near rich. He couldn't buy her a house or pay off her car, he couldn't pay off the hospital debts from her mom, he couldn't even save her from her abusive boyfriend since he had no idea who it was. And he, for damn sure, couldn't give her a new life to live.
As much as he wanted to be for her in that moment, he wasn't a fucking hero. And there was next to nothing he could do to change what was about to happen.
He closed the door again, his stomach turning as he responded. "You got some?"
"Not on me. Fuck with Ghost."
He didn't question the demand, knowing better than to overstep his role. "Aight."
Just like that, the call was ended, and his body instantly revolted at the decision. He dropped to the floor in front of the toilet and threw up, extremely lightheaded when he finished.
He tried to stand, but his legs were too weak to hold him. His back slammed against the wall before he fell to the floor again, panting heavily as he gripped the shower door to stand again.
He only got angrier when looked in the mirror. He said he said he'd never do it again, he'd never mix another drink for Ray. But as if the man had a hand around his throat and a gun to his head, he let himself get pulled right back in.
