TW! Cussing, Mentions of : Rape, Prostitutes, Sex traffiking, Kidnapping, starvation, Domestic abuse, etc

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My peacock-blue plaits smack my shoulders a I start up my mini cooper. The ancient car engine shuddered to a start. I shifted the gear stick as I pulled out of my parents' garage. I drove through the backstreets coming to stop at a lot near the back of the Agreste mansion. If there is anything that we've learned from our multiple heists, it's that you always park away from where it will happen.

But this was different. I would actually have to become friends with this Agreste dude. Which means I would have to stay friends with him for atleast 4 months before the murder happened. Otherwise, I would be suspected.

I stepped out of the car, the heels of my raven balck stiletto boots hitting the rough, worn out manilla cement. I slung my galaxy-black canvas tote over my shoulder as I slammed the car door shut. One turn of my key, and the car was locked and I was off.

I couldn't help gawking at the sheer size of the Agreste Mansion. Talk about rich! This boy was probably as spoiled as a princess. I rang the doorbell, and a butler answered.

"Hi! I'm here to see Adrien! I applied online for the program."

The was a program online that would allow you to spend time with Adrien in person. When I saw it, I had to resist screaming and tearing out the roots of my hair in frustration and anger. This man was completely selling himself out, squeezing every cent he could from his fans pockets. It was even raffle based, and he would make $500 from every person who applied. But after a little hacking from Chloe, I was all set.

The butler nodded, and opened the door to let me in. The interior of his house was even more fancy than the outside. I clenched my fists.

I fucking hate rich people. Why keep all that money to yourself when you could actually help people with it instead?

One person who needed help was my cousin Bridgette, who was kidnapped, and used as a sexual playtoy for a bunch of men when she was 13. After she got raped, she was booted out for " not being slutty enough.''She was forced to strip in front of a bar full of drooling men to earn enough money for her dinner. Then, the owner of the bar fucked her, as a way to "teach her the only thing women are good for." She was forced to keep working in the bar and as a prostitute after she had her daughter, Emma. Eventually, she tried to stand up for herself and was beaten like hell before getting thrown out, all because she didn't want the bar owner to let Emma sell her body the way that Bri had. When she was 19, living on the streets, she died of starvation because she gave all of her food rations to Emma.

The memory brought tears to my eyes, and I found myself frantically trying to paw away the glistening drops as Adrien opened his door.

He really was as good looking as they said. Shaggy, honey-blonde hair like a disney channel star. Glistening, emerald green eyes like a black cat ( my favorite type of cat, I'll have you know. ). His sleeves were rolled up, showing a tan that I would have bet $100 on that he went to a salon to get it.

But still, I had to give him credit for it, he was as hot as hell. He smiled at me, flashing those classic pearly whites that I assumed he used to charm all the ladies. Not me.

I entered his room. It was ridiculously cavernous. I resisted looking around, knowing it would just fill me up with more rage. I sat down on the leather couch, and the expensive material felt foreign to my skin.

He sat down across from me, still smiling like a lost puppy. His face fell when he saw mine, and I realized that my eyes were probably still red.

Shit. I knew exactly what he would ask me.

"What's wrong?"

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Holy shit guys! I liked the idea of that whole Bridgette thing that now I HAVE TO do a fanfiction for it.