It didn't take long for Drew to grab a knife and run across the street to Polly's home. He looked in through the living room window and saw her on the couch in between Seth and Roman while Dean was sitting on the coffee table in front of her with his foot placed between her legs. Seth and Roman were holding on to her arms and she had no way of escaping.

"I won't let them hurt you," he whispered.

He ran around the house to the back door. It was locked but the key had been thrown on the mat in front of the door. Clearly they had only thought about her not getting out, not about someone else getting in. He picked up the key, unlocked the door, and opened it silently. He knew that door would creak once it got halfway open so he only opened it enough to slip inside, and then closed it again.

"You weren't very kind to me today," Dean said.

Drew furrowed his eyebrows. He knew all about what Dean had said to Polly earlier. She had told him about it on their way home from school. He snuck through the dark hallway towards the living room. He knew he didn't stand a chance if he tried jumping all three of them at this point. He needed to wait for the right moment to strike.

"I don't like it when girls play hard to get," Dean said.
"I'm not playing hard to get," Polly said.
"She's still trying," Roman laughed.

Dean leaned forward and grabbed Polly's jaw in a tight grip.

"I was being nice about it when I asked you. You should have known better and invited me here tonight. You would only have had to deal with me and I would have been gone the moment I was done," Dean said.
"But now you get to deal with all of us," Seth said.
"All of us," Dean smiled cruelly. "And we have a whole week. Polly's mom is gone for a business trip and who the fuck even knows who her dad is? I doubt she knows herself. Do you, Polly?"
"No," Polly whispered.
"I didn't think so," Dean said.
"Should we tie her up?" Roman asked.
"Not yet. I'd like to see how much fight she has in her. We'll tie her up once we've worn her down and we need some rest," Dean said.
"Please!" Polly begged.
"No!" Dean screamed. "Not good enough, Polly! You had your chance earlier and you fucking blew it. Now you get to deal with the consequences."

Dean let go of her jaw and leaned back with a smirk.

"Maybe we'll feed you to the Scottish psychopath next door when we're done," Dean said.
"He killed his own dog," Roman said.
"He fucking ate it too," Dean said.

Drew gritted his teeth in anger. He had not killed his own dog and most certainly not eaten it. His dog was old and got cancer. His mother didn't care and told him to deal with it himself. Polly had driven his old truck to the vet while he sat with his dog in his arms and cried all the way. Polly had been there to comfort him. She knew exactly what had happened. He had no idea who started the rumor of him killing his own dog but it only grew as time went.

"He's not a psychopath," Polly said.

All three men burst out laughing. Seth stopped laughing first and moved a hand through her hair. He chuckled when he felt her shiver in fear.

"I wanna cut her hair," Seth said.
"Find some scissors then," Dean said.
"I bet they're in the kitchen," Seth said.

Seth got up and moved towards the door. Drew quickly moved out in the kitchen and opened the bottom drawer. He knew Polly's home inside out and where everything was. He grabbed a plastic bag and stood waiting behind the door. Seth entered the room and hit the light switch.

"Scissors, scissors," Seth mumbled. "Ah, there they are."

Drew stepped out from behind the door and saw Seth grabbing a pair of scissors hanging on the wall. Drew stepped up behind Seth and wrapped the plastic bag around Seth's head. As expected Seth started to fight. Drew felt a sharp pain when he tumbled backwards and hit his back on the counter. No pain would make him stop though. They went down on the floor together and Drew wrapped his legs around Seth while continuing to strangle him with the bag. Seth banged his hands on the floor and into the counter in an attempt to get free. Drew kept going until he felt Seth go limb.

"What's with all the noise?" Dean shouted.

Drew jumped up and grabbed the pair of scissors. He moved out from the kitchen and back into the dark hallway.

"Seth?" Dean yelled.
"Did he start making coffee or find a snack?" Roman asked.
"Seth?" Dean raised his voice. "Better answer me, Seth!"
"Maybe he went to take a piss," Roman said.
"Go check on him. I'll handle Polly," Dean said.

Dean dumped down where Seth had been seated and grabbed a fistful of Polly's hair. He yanked her head towards him and sniffed her hair.

"You smell good. What a shame the hair is about to go. It's what makes you hot. Redheads are always crazy in bed. I'm about to find out just how crazy you are," Dean said.

Roman chuckled and stood up.

"Come on, Seth!" Roman called. "I'm not up for playing hide and seek."
"Just fucking get him," Dean said.

Roman held up his hands and walked towards the door. He stopped in the open door and gasped when a knife went into his stomach.

"Roman?" Dean asked.

Roman wheezed in pain and stumbled sideways into the wall. Drew stepped into the room with the scissors in his hand.

"What the fuck?" Dean asked.
"Let her go!" Drew growled.

Dean jumped up and pulled Polly up from the couch by her hair. She cried in pain but was forced to follow him.

"We were just talking about sharing her with you," Dean said.
"Let her go!" Drew raised his voice.
"If you want her so bad, come and get her. If you want her alive, you better not come and get her," Dean said.

Dean dragged Polly towards the front door and wrapped an arm around her throat. She gasped for air and looked at Drew.

"I'll fucking kill her!" Dean shouted. "I got a gun. One step closer and she'll eat a bullet."

Neither Drew or Polly knew if Dean actually had a gun. Drew couldn't risk her life so he kept standing on the floor.

"Stay calm, Polly," Drew said.
"Yeah, stay calm," Dean mocked. "You're supposed to be mine for the week. I can't have Drew ruin the fun. Drop the fucking scissors, Drew. And where the fuck is Seth?"
"He's taking a nap," Drew said.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" Dean said.
"Let her go and I'll show you," Drew said.

Behind Drew, Roman slowly stood up. He gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his body. Dean's lips twisted into a sinister smile.

"You're so fucking dead," Dean said.
"Watch out!" Polly yelled.

Dean tightened his arm around Polly's throat but Drew got the warning. He turned around just in time. Roman attacked with the knife and sliced Drew's arm before stumbling into him. Both men went down on the floor and Drew dropped the scissors. Dean sneered at the two men fighting over the knife and knew he had to help his friend. Roman let out another gasp of pain and rolled down on his side. Drew got on top of Roman and stabbed him again.

"Roman!" Dean yelled.

Dean threw Polly down on the floor and ran towards Drew and Roman. Polly pushed herself up on all four and looked at the scene in front of her. She spotted the scissors and crawled fast across the floor to get them. She stood up and saw Roman had already checked out of life with a knife planted deep in his chest. Drew was on his back with Dean on top of him. Dean had his hands wrapped around Drew's throat and was trying to choke him to death.

"Just fucking die, you psychopath!" Dean screamed.

Polly got up on her feet, ran over to them, and stabbed Dean in the throat. Dean looked up at her with huge eyes. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

"You're the fucking psychopath!" Polly snarled.

Dean pulled the scissors out of his throat and blood started spurting out. He fell down on his side and started bleeding out on the floor. Drew jumped up and pulled Polly into his arms. For a minute they stood holding each other while looking at the dead bodies on the floor.

"We better clean this mess," he said.
"What the fuck do we do?" She asked.
"We bury them out in the wilderness. No one ever goes there. I know a good spot. And then we work our way though loads of rubber gloves and bleach to make sure there's not a trace left of them for your mother to find. No one knows they went here tonight. They're hated by half the town. Police will look at their most known enemies. We don't rank on that list at all," he said.
"I think he has my phone," she said.

He moved over to Dean and pulled her phone up from Dean's back pocket. He stood up and handed her phone back to her. She looked at him with tears running down her face and he tried with a smile.

"I'm here for you," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
"We need to get out of this godforsaken place. None of us are happy at home or in school. Let's just fucking leave it all behind together," he said.
"And go where?" She asked.
"I got an apartment next month. I haven't told my mother I'm leaving. I planned on just doing it and leaving a note. My father was smart before he died. He put all his money for me in an account my mother could never access. I got it all when I turned 18. She's been pestering me about giving it to her. I need to get out before she gets more creative. I signed up for a wrestling school and I'm going to live my dream. I got a lot of money. I'll pay for everything until you get a job. Just come with me. There's an extra bedroom. You can have it. We both need a new start so let's fucking do it together," he said.

She looked at the bodies on the floor again, and then back up at him.

"I'd like a new start," she sniffled.
"Is that a yes?" He asked.
"It's a fucking yes," she laughed through her tears. "Let's do this together, Drew. All the way. Let's clean up this mess and start over."

He pulled her in for a hug and smiled down in her hair.

"We fucking deserve it," she said.
"You're right," he kissed the top of her head. "We fucking deserve it."