We no own, you no sue.

Flight took a deep breath before telling us.

"I was in Queens, just walking around minding my business, selling papes. Blink was in Manhattan so he didn't know what went on. As I walked around the corner of 45th street, I ran into Blade, the man who sent Change back here. We became friends and I was known as Blood.

"One day I went to Queens and I never came back. There was another girl who hung out with us. Her hair was tattered and unwashed. I still remember her bright green eyes, looking for hope. I don't think she ever found it."

"What do you mean you never came back?" Spot asked.

"He kidnapped me. For five years."

"And you didn't tell me this why?"

"You never asked." Spot huffed.

"He just . . . wasn't someone to be trusted after all."

"Why?" Mush asked, interested.

"He's . . ." Flight shifted uncomfortably.

I finished her sentence.

"Known for killing girls who won't sleep with him."

Mush gaped at me.

"How do you know this?"

"Well, he's known for it, isn't he?"

"That would make sense," Spot muttered, wrapping a now silent Flight in his arms.

Mush did the same to me. I leaned against him and he kissed the top of my head.

"But after all these years, why would he come back for you?" I asked.

"Because he found what he was looking for," Change said from the doorway. Mush tightened his grip on me. Spot did the same to Flight.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Coming to come to claim what is Blade's."

"What exactly is that?" Mush spoke up.

"It's simple, you're both holding them."

My eyes grew three times their normal size as he said those words and stepped closer to us.

I don't understand how it happened. The two of us were wrapped in the arms of our husbands, and then suddenly we weren't. We were being dragged down the street in the obvious direction of Queens.

Change's nails were digging into my flesh while he dragged us into Queens. I looked over at Flight and her face didn't show any emotion. Actually, I think she was trying not to throw up.

My mind couldn't register what was happening. I was running, running forever.

Sweat.

Breathe.

Run.

Break free.

Can't.

Mush.

Save me.

Make it stop.

This floor hurts.

Could this be bad for Flight's baby?

Throwing up form heat exhaustion.

Footsteps.

Sweat.

Yet cold.

Wicked face.

Go away.

Touching me.

Stop that.

Violating.

Go away.

Stop hitting Flight.

Where is Mush?

No.

Scream.

Slap.

Please.

Go away.

Laugh.

Leave.

Fear.

Hate.

Tears.

Blood from Flight.

Shit.

Back.

No.

Not again.

Mush.

Spot.

Pain.

Jack.

Cold.

Panting.

Help.

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