The music was loud, and the lights were low. Strobes were flashing, and bodies were pressed together, moving fast.
Beca closed her eyes, reveling in the amazing feeling this setting was giving her. Happiness, freedom. She didn't know the girl she was dancing with, she just knew she could dance, and she could dance well. She had confidently pulled Beca onto the dance floor, pulling her close, gripping her hips tightly, grinding against her.
She had drank a bit more than she should have, and she could remember the girl slipping a pill into her mouth. She took it eagerly the feeling of the girls fingers against her lips was enough to have her follow her to this spot on the dance floor. She had bought her drinks, whispered things in her ear.
They were hot, sweaty, their bodies buzzing and Beca started seeing colors that she knew weren't there.
She didn't know when they had left the dance floor, or how they had gotten to the alley outside the club, nor did she care. What she did know was this girl, the one that had approached her so confidently, that had bought her drink after drink. That had given her the drugs that currently had her feeling as though she were flying, was pushing her against the brick wall of the alley.
Her lips hard and demanding and her hands exploring every inch she could of Becas small but satisfying body.
The girl seemed to be getting more desperate and she began tearing at her clothes.
"Maybe we shouldn't," she gasped, feeling a set of teeth bite into her neck. A small voice telling her, this wasn't a good idea, was overpowered by the skilled hands that currently gripped her waist.
She moaned as she was lifted up and the girl wedge her knee between Becas legs, setting her on her thigh.
"Maybe we should." The girl said as she continued her assault on Beca neck. Beginning to rock against her.
That's all it took, for Beca to change her mind and she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt.
She had barley opened the first two buttons on her purple flannel when the girl was pulled away from her and she stumbled forward, the girl had balanced her against the wall. Two hands grabbed her arms, steadying her and through her blurry vision, she could see a familiar face holding the mystery girl a few feet away.
"Bumper?" She asked, "What the hell?"
Bumper smirked at her, and looked back at the girl. "Trust me, you don't want that." He said glancing over at Beca, who looked at the person who held her.
"Donald, let me go." She said, glaring at the man holding her arm.
He shook his head. "Sorry Beca." He said, "I gotta take you back."
She tried to pull away from him, the knowledge that she had been found filling her with fear. "No, let go of me!" She said struggling against him."I won't go back," The alcohol made her weak and she could feel how little her struggle helped her.
The other girl looked over at her, she seemed concerned but something Bumper said to her, made her turn and hurry back into the club. She watched her go, her face falling.
Before she could do anything else, Bumper had taken her other arm and together the two forced her from the alley.
"If you don't let me go, I'll scream!" She threatened, trying to pull away from them panic taking over and her vision began to blur. Bumper halted them, yanking her around to face him, pulling her from Donald's grasp. He looked at the other man, with an annoyed sigh.
She wasn't scared of Bumper, the guy was just a menace. "Four fucking weeks Beca. Four weeks!" He growled. "Do you have any idea, what we have been through?" He demanded giving her a rough shake.
Donald grabbed his shoulder, "Don't, man." He warned.
Bumper shrugged him off and pulled Beca closer. "I swear to god, if I could I would beat you until you were half dead." He said.
She smirked at him, knowing that he had probably had a very stressful month. Proud of herself for at least causing him trouble. Her smirk causedhim to growl in anger. "Don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you." He smiled and Becas face fell slightly.
Donald pushed between them. "Stop, Bumper we gotta take her back. Preferably in one piece. Don't be stupid."
He said pulling Beca away from him and continued down the alley with her. She stopped struggling and he wrapped an arm around her waist as she stumbled along beside him.
Bumper watched shaking his head, a permanent scowl on his face.
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The sound of the door opening, had a tall brunette, almost running to it. As soon as she saw the small barley conscious girl being held bridal style by Donald, she sighed.
"Oh thank god, you found her." She said. "What happened?" She asked looking over the small figure.
"Drunk." He said walking in, Bumper being behind him, he kicked the door closed. "Passed out on the way here."
"And by her drunk mumbling, drugged as well, hope you are ready Stacie. She is screwed." Bumper said giving her a final glare before disappearing up the stairs.
Stacie looked at him in disgust as Donald walked up the stairs as well.
"She wasn't drugged against her will." He said. "She took it willingly, she told me." He said.
Stacie grabbed his arm. "Wait, where are you taking her?" She asked, and he looked at her almost helplessly.
"You know where I'm taking her, Stace. I'm sorry, but...I have too, you know I have too."
She looked at him pleadingly. "Donald please, just... let her sleep this off, I know what she has coming, trust me. Please, I know you have a heart in there somewhere. Don't take her like this."
He sighed. Looking first down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He had known her for nearly three years now, and Stacie was right.
"Alright," he said and turned, carrying her back down the stairs. Stacie lead them to where she had previously been sitting, on the old broken, and torn couch in the messy room that would have once been a living room. But was now a place to crash, or do business. Depending on who was there.
Donald gently lay her on the couch and she didn't even stir, the drugs and alcohol taking a toll on her. Stacie unzipped her jacket and covered her with it.
He stood up and shook his head. "Thank you." Stacie said looking her over and he nodded running his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I Uh... I better get outta here. Um, tell her I'm sorry?" She nodded and looked down at her.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" She asked.
He nodded and lead her out of the room. Just outside the door, where she could still see her clearly.
Stacie glanced around, the house was unusually quiet. "Um, any closer?" She asked. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Stace, I'm trying so hard. He isn't budging."
Her face fell. "You knew the rules, Stace. You knew what it meant when you came here. When you brought her here," He started but she shook her head, cutting him off.
"I never knew it would get this bad. I brought her here, to keep her safe. And now, god knows what is waiting for her when she wakes up."
He shook his head and looked down. "We take care of each other, Stacie." He said. "But when you go against us... Him. When you rebel, like she has. You get punished, and you both know that. She knows that." He said gesturing to the living room. He was frustrated and she could see it. She knew he didn't agree with the rules, he didn't like what he knew was going to happen. But he could do nothing about it.
"Where is he?" She asked.
He pointed up. "Probably in his room. I'll take the heat, for not bringing her to him right away, but, I gotta get going. Work to do." He said.
She nodded. "Yeah. Okay, thank you again." She said as they walked back into the room.
"I'll see you later, Stacie." He said and walked out. She heard the front door close and slowly sat on the other end of the couch.
It was late, at least two or three in the morning. She looked over at the small form asleep opposite of her.
"Why can't you just follow the rules, Becs?" She whispered.
For four weeks, she had not only worried for the safety of the girl, after she had taken off in the middle of the night. She worried about what would happen when she was found. And she knew she would be found. Three years before, when she was sixteen she had taken a frightened, neglected, shy fourteen year old out of the house of a man who's hatred for her, was becoming deadly.
Now she was seventeen years old, and was once again the target of one mans anger.
With a final sigh, she laid back, closing her eyes. Hoping that when they woke the next morning, she would once again be able to protect her younger sister.
A/N: I wrote this like 2 years ago. If y'all want more let me know and I'll post more of it. Thanks guys!