Page 209 of Lilah

The door bursts open and I almost pee my pants.

"Woah y'all," Sanfred's voice travels through the room, "do I need to come back?"

"Yes," Grey mumbles at the same time I'm saying 'No.'

"Oaklee, can you help me-"

"He's not comingnearmy dick," Grey grumbles and I turn to justpullingmy hair instead of untangling it.

"I'mnear it," I furrow my eyebrows.

"Oh 'cause you'reyoubaby doll, he wants you always near his dick. He wants you on his dick, touching his dick, he wants to beinsideyou-"

"How 'bout shut the fuck up?"

"Am I wrong?" Oaklee chuckles and Grey doesn't give any hints to any sort of answer. My eyes start to water from the few last strands that are still stuck. It's not that it hurts so bad I'm gonna cry or something but it's just since they're little strands.

"What do you want?" Grey asks him as I pull away, rubbing the sore spot on my head now.

"C'mere doll baby, I'll rub it for you," Oaklee gives me a dimpled smile, waving me over. Grey grips onto my arm and pulls me down onto him.

"Did you lock the door after we got back from Target?" he grumbles. I smile and shake my head no. He scoffs.

"Well, there's another call for tomorrow in southeastern North Carolina. Trafficking," Oaklee takes a seat on one of the recliners.

Trafficking?!

"It's supposedly small but spread out around Tinesburg. So, multiple houses, each with a couple of girls," he explains.

"Oh, and me and you are riding together," he adds.

"I'm quitting my fucking job."

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Thank you for reading! I'm not even going to say anything about what I wrote because I think I'm on drugs. Have a good night y'all.

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Word count: 3711

-Ash Montgomery

Chapter 28: Done

?Azalea?

"I got go-go juice Mr. Terrip!" I raise my coffee in the air, smiling widely.

"Like you need coffee, you're wild enough," he shakes his head.

My eyes are tired, my personality isn't.

"Did you know that Grey has never had Capri-Sun?" I sit my chin on my hand, leaning on his desk.

"Who? What's Capri-Sun?" I close my eyes and internally try to not be disappointed in his ability to never remember anything I say.

"The guy that comes here with me sometimes and Capri-Sun is a drink," I explain.