Page 65 of Trick or Treat

Riley leans forward, whispering something to Blade and Saint in the front seats, and as hard as I try to hear what he's saying to them, I can't. Blade and I lock eyes in the rearview mirror, and the look in them turns my blood cold, almost freezing it as it courses through my veins. I don't like it. The look. Somethings going on. I know it is.

They have something planned and I'm not going to like what it is. Out of nowhere, Blade pulls a random U-turn, sending me sliding into Riley. He wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head as he lets out an evil chuckle.

"It's about time they listened to my ideas," he whispers into my ear so quietly that no one else can hear.

My body starts to shake against his, but as he begins softly grazing my thigh with the tips of his fingers, oddly, I begin to relax. Nixon reaches into his pocket, retrieving those two little white pills again. Grabbing mychin, he tugs me toward him and forces my mouth open, placing the pills onto my tongue.

"I almost forgot about these." He smiles. "We don't need you going crazy on us now do we?" He forces my mouth closed as the pills begin to dissolve into my saliva, leaving a disgusting, bitter taste on my tongue that I should be used to by now, but I'm not. I cringe, trying hard not to gag or throw them up.

"Swallow them, sinner. Be a good girl for me," Blade orders, still watching me in the rearview.

There goes me trying to save one. I think to myself as I swallow the pills with all four of them watching intensely. One of them has to be crazy because these are crazy pills they give to the insane and all they're doing is making me even more insane than I already was.

Noticing we're going back toward my apartment, panic surges through me, and I find myself reaching over and gripping Nixon and Riley's thighs, digging my nails into them deeper than I'm thinking I am. But they don't say anything; they like pain too much. I haven't seen a newspaper or a TV and I haven't had my phone since they took me, so I have no idea what they've been saying about what happened at my apartment. And what's even worse, I have no idea what they've been saying about me and if they're even looking for me. Plus, I have no clue where Melanie is.

"Why are we going back here?" I ask angrily, loud enough for all of them to hear as my eyes turn big and wild, a darkness taking over the color within them.

The pills are kicking in. I have to find out exactly what they are… not a guess; they feel like a poison to my body and I hate the way they make me feel—these ones anyway.

"Because, we have a little surprise for you," Saint chimes in, not even bothering to turn around as he speaks deeply with a devious tone.

"But I don't want to go inside my apartment… I don't want to see all the blo–"

"Who the fuck said that's where we're going?"he growls, growing angrier by the second, turning into a man that I've only seen a couple of times—a man on the verge of losing his mind and everything he's been trying so hard to control.

"Where are we going then?" I keep pestering them, a grateful smile claims my lips as I await the answer… but it never comes.

All that follows is silence as things continue to grow tense, and I know that whatever they have planned for me isn't going to be about sex tonight… at least not all about it.

Saint

Trying to distance myself from Scarlett is a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be, especially when all I want to do is just be with her all day long. How did it come to this shit? Where did our fucking plan go wrong? We don't fall for these girls. We don't fucking fall in love or whatever this shit is. We play around and have our fun with them… andthenwe kill them. But none of this shit is going according to plan and it's getting on my fucking nerves.

Pulling up to our apartment building, I see the realization in trouble's eyes as Blade shuts the car off and opens his door.

"Why are we here?" She asks as Riley opens his door and gets out, shutting it behind him.

"We have to grab something. Blade and I will be right back," Riley assures her, grinning sadistically from ear to ear as his eyes darken.

She slumps against the seat next to Nixon, suddenly mute and questionless, which I'm grateful for because her questions were getting on my fucking nerves. Holding the mask I got for her in my hands, I face forward, keeping my eyes on the doorway, knowing to pop the trunk when I see them coming.

"Are you guys really going to make me kill a random person?" She finally speaks again after a few peaceful minutes of silence, causing Nixon and I both to groan and roll our eyes again.

"No, we're not. So stop fucking worrying about it, trouble. Now just shut the fuck up, will ya?" Just as I turn around, I see Blade and Riley walking back out—the package secured in their grip. I reach over and pop the trunk as Nixon plants his hands over Scarlett's eyes causing a slight panic attack to frighten her.

"What are you doing, Nixon?" She screams, frantically clawing at his hands.

"Shh, relax. I don't want you to see your surprise." He winks at me as the boys put the goods in the trunk, closing it with a loud thud that makes Scarlett lean into Nixon for comfort. Now that shit makes me jealous… it should be me, not him.

When the guys get back in and Blade starts the car, he turns around and gives Scarlett a devious smirk as soon as Nixon uncovers her eyes.

"Ready to go have some fun, sinner?"

"I doubt it'll be fun, Blade, and I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Well, no, you don't have a choice. But I can promise you that it'll be fun."

Blade