Framed

11:45 PM rolled around and Remira soundlessly opened her bedroom door, listening for any movement or voices in the house. Hearing nothing she crept down the hall and looked over the banister, the guys were in the living room already passed out. Matt asleep in his chair, Brian stretched out on the couch, and Zacky, Jimmy and Johnny were in a cuddled mass on the floor. Patting her bag slung across her shoulder, she made sure the product was snug and out of sight.
Making her way quietly down the stairs and to the front door she cracked it open, looking back too make sure the sound of the lock didn’t wake the guys. Giving one last look at her brother she stepped out into the cool night air.
She wore a pair of skinny jeans paired with a purple fitted hoodie and her black vans. Pulling the hood over her head as she started the trek toward Broad St.

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“380….382...384”

Mumbling the house numbers to herself, it was nearing 1 AM, and the house in question wasn’t sketchy looking like she figured it would be. It looked like a decent suburban house, there was a minivan in the driveway, but there was not a single light on in the home.
Her stomach twisted into a knot as the phone Jase gave her beeped.

-Leave it in the flower pot on the porch BabyCakes <3 Jase-

She read the text, he was near, he had to be to know she was standing here unsure of what to do. Taking a breath she quickly made her way to the steps, placed the product and dashed away only letting her breath go as she stepped back onto the sidewalk.
Turning she started walking home, with the delivery done the stress had ebbed. She noticed how clear the sky was, the constellations flickering brightly above her. She thought back to the nights when her and Matt would lay on the grass in the backyard and he would point them out. Those were the moments she missed the most, the normal simple moments before her father became an abusive drunk.
Hearing a car pull up behind her she glanced over her shoulder, she knew the car. A black BMW rolled its window down and Jase became apparent behind the wheel.

“Get in BabyCakes” He said smoothly

“I can walk”

She heard the gears shift as he put it into park and the door open. His long legs quickly overtook the distance between the two of them. His hand grabbed the back of her neck.

“Get. In. The. Fucking. Car.”

He growled into her ear. For her own well being she obeyed.
Once in the car he pulled away from the curb.

“You know this business deal will only work if you do as I say.”

He said calmly his british accent lite, she threw a disgusted look his way.

“Is that what you call this? A business deal? Usually a deal has a willing participant, not someone being threatened into submission.”

“Look. Your Daddy Dearest left a debt with me, and obviously he’s not going to be able to pay me back anytime soon. You will work for me until that debt is paid.”

“You know my brother has the money, I can pay you, let me pay off the debt so we can be done here.”

“No, you do as I say or we can end this here and now!”

He pulled a gun from his jacket pocket, pointing it to her temple, his eyes still on the road. Her body when cold, her heart almost stopped.

“You know me when I’m angry BabyCakes...do you like me when I’m angry?”

She shook her head as a tear slipped down her cheek.

They came to a stop at the corner near the house she shared with Matt. Jase reached over gently tugging her towards him. His cologne filled her nose, it was sexy, but made her nauseous at the same time.
He placed a chaste kiss to her lips “Remember I’m always watching.”

She quickly made her way out of the car, wanting to put as much distance between him and herself as possible.


***
“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!”

Matts voice thundered as she walked into the house, everyone was awake and had an anxious yet angry look on their face.

“I went on a walk.”

“A walk?! In the middle of the night?! While only God knows who has some kind of vendetta against you, I mean they only tried to frame you for murder Remi!”
“Jesus fuck calm down I’m home ok? I’m sorry.”

Brian stood and walked towards her, knowing good and well what kind of temper her brother had.

“Look we just worry about you ok Rem? If something would have happened to you...I just can’t come to terms with that...”

Brian’s soft brown eyes looked into hers, and it killed her to lie to her brothers, but they couldn’t know. Knowing if she kept talking she would break, she stepped away from the group and made her way upstairs closing her bedroom door behind her.

A box sat on her bed, the all familiar scrawl on the note.

Notes