Meant To Be

~Chapter fifteen~

~AZALEÀ'S POV~

Everything ached. I couldn't see. Couldn't feel. Just hear, only listen.

"how much shit did you put in her?" I hear someone call out. "dunno about eighty milimeters."
someone paced around. the voice sounded unsure of the question.

"Eighty milimeters?!" the other voice shouted. "are you fucking mental?" he sounded pissed like something was off. "You could have killed her. She could be dead. I ain't no doctor, I dunno how to revive a bitch."

"you told me it would knock her out correct?"

"yeah. to get you from using less than what you did. but you don't fucking listen." The angry voice started again.

"You lied to me then." The other voice said like it wasn't his fault.

"ah boo hoo." he mocked "it was supposed to keep her mind wandering and her limbs weak, so she couldn't move. not die!"

"She's not dead!" I was indeed not dead but I felt like my whole body was paralized. "And how the fuck would you know that Rafe?" The man said.

Rafe? no. on no no no. I started to panic. my breathing became heavy and fast. I tried to move my body but I was restrained. I could move my fingers and that was about it, but what could my fingers do in this situation.

"oh look who's waking." I heard rafe smirk "told you she's not dead dumb ass."

I could hear him walking over to me. I could feel him lowering his body beside me. My eyes slowly started to blink open as I dropped my head off to my left shoulder. Making eye contact with the enemy.

I took a deep breath before I spoke not knowing if I was even able to do that. "what do you want?"

"you, my precious. I'm showing you that you belong with me." He smiles at me. "yea by fucking kidnaping me and drugging me. real classy rafe. I'm just dying to date you."

He slams the table beside me, making my whole body tense. "I don't like your fucking attitude Azaleà."

"oh really?" I challenged "bite me bitch."

definitely should not have challenged a man knowing how to get away with murder.

~JJ'S POV~ 

"she'll come around dude. your alright." Pope reinsured me. We just trapped Kie and Sarah onto a boat hoping that they'll work out their problems in the meantime. I could barely focus knowing Azaleà thinks I betrayed her.

"you don't know that." I sighed sitting down putting my hands in my face. "I told her I'd never hurt her, I'll always be there. Then I get set up by this bitch making Azaleà hate me."

"hey, hey, hey," John B sat beside me and put a hand on my back. "We'll get her to understand. I promise, ok? Did you catch this girl's name?" 

"oh, um. Valerie. no. Van- Vannessa?" I questioned myself.

"Vannessa?" John B checked 

"yeah. oh! and she was definitely a kook. No way in hell she was a pogue. she was trashy, but had money."

"kook named Vannessa," Pope repeated trying to the pieces together.

"Stop it!" John B calls out making me shoot my head up and look at him. "When I was at the Cameron's I heard Rafe talking to a Vannessa, something about a setup. I don't know."

"That makes sense," Pope agreed "Rafe is obsessed with Azaleà. Why wouldn't he do something like this.

"Okay," I jolted up "where would this coke whore be?"