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The usual Saturday night party at the Angel Winsdor's house, it was located in probably one of the worst neighborhood's in Compton, however it seemed to be one of the nicer house, because people knew better then to mess with Angel or Rat. The music so loud your yelling to hear the person next to you. Drugs being passed around like candy, people already passed out on the lawn, the house had a smoky haze. People were dancing and grinding, while others made out intensely touching each other. It honestly looked like a party straight out of a movie.

Freya was pressed against the wall by some guy who's name didn't matter to her. His hands were up her shirt and she smirked against his lips as he kissed her roughly. She was high off a mix of cocaine and ecstasy. A half full bottle of vodka dangling from her fingertips. Her outfit hanging on her hiding how thin she really was. She smirked wickedly when the guy was pulled from her roughly.

She lifted the bottle to her lips, loving the wait it burned down her throat as she watched Danny shove the guy into the wall and threaten him. Freya rolled her eyes as Danny grabbed her by her upper arm shoving her in the direction of the stairs. She walked down leisurely, clearly high off her ass. Once they were down stairs he grabbed her arm and pulled her outside where it was easier to talk. When they were finally outside she finished of the rest of the bottle tossing it away carelessly, before lighting herself a cigarette and taking a long drag off of it.

"What the hell Rey?" Danny spat. "You look like shit." he continued and she took another drag off her cigarette like she could careless, because she knew that his words weren't true, she looked incredible, he was just trying to get to her and her ego was huge when she was high.

"Baby." she breathed seductively, walking up to him running her fingers along his shirt, before leaning up on her toes pressing her lips to his. "I got bored." she shrugged, before smirking. "Now stop whining like a little bitch." she continued before her attention was taken as her brother climbed into his car. "Where the fuck is he going?" she thought out loud.

"He said he's got some kind of deal going down." Danny said seeming to forget that she was just making out with some guy. His car roared out of the drive way and Freya rolled her eyes. She wondered breifly where Valarie was, she hadn't seen her all night.

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Sadie rolled off him and he lit himself a cigarette, the two didn't love each other that much was clear but they felt obligated to each other after what happened. Despite their miserable relationship if you could call it that, they were fairly faithful to each other. The reason for that was simple, guys were terrified to touch Sadie because she belonged to Rat and he was usually just wasn't interested in the girls that hung around. He didn't exactly like girls who threw there self at him. He took a long drag off his cigarette before placing it between Sadie's lips and kissing her forehead. He cared about her, because he saw Olivia in her and that was part of the reason he hadn't let her go, he just didn't love her.

He sat up running his fingers through his hair, before slipping his jeans back on and pulling his black V-neck over his fit torso and slipping his shoes on. The music coming from down stairs was obnoxiously loud and he honestly wasn't in the mood. He had a deal going down at a warehouse somewhere down town. The guy was supposed to be some rising drug lord, when Angel had heard about him he made the move to get a hold of him. If he could get in with this guy before he made it to the top he'd be set for life. He slipped his gun away securing it.

"Baby, where are you going?" Sadie's concerned voice came from behind him, he didn't turn to see her just continued to get ready. "Angel, where are you going?" she said a little louder but he still didn't answer. She was always worried about him and he assumed it was the same reason that she stayed with him, because she saw Olivia in him. They were both in pain over the loss even after three years, the pain had yet to fade.

"Out." he answered simply before slipping out of their room, before she could ask anymore question. He moved quickly through the party not wanting to be stopped by anyone. When he got down stairs he spotted Valarie, Freya's best friend she seemed slightly uncomfortable as some drunk ass hole tried hitting on her. A half smirk lit his face as he slipped up behind the guy quickly grabbing the back of his jacket roughly. "Fuck off and leave her the hell alone." he spat simply shoving the guy away for her.

He didn't stick around simply slipped out of the house then, leaving Valarie alone. He moved quickly spotting Danny and Freya on the lawn and he had the urge to interrupt them, he wasn't fond of Danny. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, but he was a loser who had no goals. Angel wanted better for his sister He slipped into his car and started the ignition as it roared to life. He drove quickly, not worried about cops. The drive was fairly long but he didn't mind the silence, the music back at his house was causing him to develop a head ach.

When he finally arrived at the warehouse, he did a few lines of coke before finally getting out of the car. The place looked abandoned and for a moment he thought maybe he'd been fucked over and that irritated him.

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It had been a long Saturday. She picked up at ten hour shift at work so that she wouldn't have to be home alone with her step-father. Her plan after that was to hang out with Freya for as long as she could before going home, but she forgot about the party. Valerie always forgot about the parties. They were huge and it seemed like the town attended them. The only person that didn't like going to the parties with the Windsor was Valerie. In fact she hated the loud noise, music, and the grinding. Val had to make a choice though. Go to the party and put up with all the things that Freya loves or go home to her step-father. Adjusting the outfit on her body, it wasn't long before she walked into the Windsor house.

People were high off their ass, drunk out of their mind, and happier than her leprechaun with gold. The stench of alcohol was strong and the affects of the drugs were clear to see. The music already gave her a headaches. Maybe this was a bad idea. She could have just stayed in the backyard in the tallest tree like she usually did when Freya wasn't around. But she really wanted to see her best friend. Looking around Val was trying to find her. There were too many people dancing on each other. Everyone was starting to look the same. The uncomfortable brunette crossed her arms, she was about to leave. She was tired of looking for Freya. "Well hello beautiful. Want a drink?" Valerie's eyes widened and she turned around. "Umm no thank you"

Valerie tried to leave, but the guy took hold of her arm. "Aww don't leave me." He pulled her closer to him and she was trying to get away. "Let me go." It was hard to fight when she was used to this almost everyday. Then Angel came to her rescue, sending the guy running scared. Angel disappeared before she could even thank him. She would thank him tomorrow, if she is able to leave her room. Valerie walked out of the house quickly and saw Angel with her boyfriend Danny. Valerie was alright with Danny, but she preferred it if Freya didn't have someone advocating her bad habits. She neared her best friend. "Umm Valerie. I was trying to find you, but you weren't inside. I'm gonna go home now." That was all she really needed to say.

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A groan escaped the drug lords mouth. Soft hands ran down his back and he couldn't remember who they belonged too. In fact he couldn't really remember what he had done done before smoking weed, drinking a bottle of whiskey, and having sex with Miss Soft Hands. He rolled over to see the girl still latched onto him. She was blonde with green eyes. Her waist small enough to tightly hug her with one arm. Her lips plump and hickeys clear on her neck. They must have had a lot of fun, but he couldn't remember. Most of the woman he had sex with weren't memorable. He has to be drunk and high to find pleasure with random girls. And even then he doesn't really remember what happens. Not that he really wants to remember. She kissed his cheek and he rolled away from her. Michael stumbled around a bit as he tried to find his balance. For one thing he was not at his own house. Second it was time for his deal.

There was a popular drug dealer by the name of Rat that wanted to meet. Michael couldn't refuse, but they were meeting at a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Just in case it got ugly he didn't want people to hear gun shots and screaming. He grabbed his jeans and slipped them on his body. He pulled on the grey shirt and his black sweatshirt. Slipping into his shoes, he grabbed his car keys and both phones. One for business the other for pleasure. He left the house before Miss Soft Hands came too. She was still high off her ass. His car was parked out front, partially on the lawn. He must have been high before he got here. Michael got into the car and turned it on. Checking the time, he could still make his meeting.

The drug lord pulled the gun out of his glove compartment and placed it onto his lap. He drove off towards the warehouse he told Rat to meet him at. The drug dealer had beat him to the place. He dimmed his lights and then parked the car. He concealed the gun in his pants and pull his sweatshirt down. Walking inside the building he saw someone with his back towards him, a bit taller than he was. Not that it mattered. Michael had taken all kinds of people down. He walked around the guy not revealing his face just yet. "Well you must be Rat." When he turned around he saw someone that he didn't think he would see in a long time. "Ain't this a fucking surprise. Last time I saw you was when you were in Austin."

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Freya was worried about her brother, she never really admitted to caring about anyone people just knew, because she showed them in other ways. If she lost Angel though, she wasn't sure what she'd do, sure she was reckless no but if she lost him she'd probably end up dead. Normally he took a few guys with him, he never went to a deal completely alone and that was probably what was freaking her out the most.

"Umm Valerie. I was trying to find you, but you weren't inside. I'm gonna go home now." she heard her friends voice pulling her from her thoughts and he flicked her eyes to the beautiful brunette.

She was well aware that her best friend hated parties or at least there kind of parties. She was much shyer, much more off put then her friend. In fact they were quite opposite in a lot of ways and as much as Freya loved her she wonder why Val even hung around her. Valarie could do so much better then Freya, she was smart and pretty and for the most part she wasn't as hopelessly addicted to drugs and misery like Freya.

Freya reached out grabbing Freya's arm and pulling her closer, she rested a hand on either one of there shoulders. "V, you are not leaving this party." she said raising a brow. "I haven't seen you all night and you look tense as hell." she breathed looking her friend over.

Freya didn't know a lot about her best friend, not that she didn't try it was just that Valarie tended to keep her life to herself and Freya could respect that. Freya didn't exactly go around talking about her worthless mother and abusive father back home. So Freya didn't pry into her life and she didn't pry into Freya's they just understood each other.

"Danny, you wanna get us some drinks." she said glancing to her boyfriend and he scoffed irritated, but didn't argue simply left the two of them and disappeared into the house. She dropped her hands from Val's shoulder's before pulling a joint from her back pocket and lighting it, offering it to her friend. "You need to relax, do you really want to go home?" she asked knowing that Val tended to avoid her house at all costs.

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Angel sighed glancing at the address on his phone one more time before slipping his phone away and heading towards the warehouse, he pushed the door open cautiously. He wasn't stupid he knew he had people out to get him, he was a drug dealer there would be something seriously wrong if he didn't have any enemies and a part of him was worried that it might be a set up. He paused looking around a bit, trying to relax a bit.

"Well you must be Rat." he heard a familiar distinct voice behind him and before he turned to see who it was the guy was in front of him and he smirked when he saw who it was. "Ain't this a fucking surprise. Last time I saw you was when you were in Austin."

It was Michael Rivers and old friend of his who he was pretty positive he'd never see again. He meet him when his family had somehow wound up in Austin, Texas. The two had gotten pretty close during the six months they'd spent together when they were sixteen. They were both troublemakers who knew how to party and both their lives weren't exactly excellent, so they'd bonded.

"Fucking shit, Mikey Rivers, what the hell are you doing out here?" he asked "There is no way your skinny ass is the bad ass up and coming drug lord everyone's sprung on." he teased. "Well, either way I'm here to by the shit everyone keeps talking about." he said simply looking his friend over he looked rough, but then again so did Angel, live hadn't exactly been picture perfect for him.

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Freya was going to hold her hostage at this party. A party full of drunk assholes, slutty girls, and stoners. Her best friend isn't going to let her go home. For now that was fine. Her best friend was right about one thing. Valerie didn't want to go home. She would rather be here at this party standing in the corner alone than be at the hands of her merciless step-father. Sometimes she wondered why she even hung around Freya or Angel. They were both bad news. Horrible people even. But they were so kind to Valerie. Something she wasn't used to. She liked being loved and even though they didn't know it, they were keeping her safe. She needed them. She couldn't tell them that though. Things would start to go bad. Valerie already had enough bad.

Danny went to go get the two girls drinks and Freya lit a joint. Valerie didn't drink often or smoke often. Only when her best friend was around. But she was afraid that if she was too high or drunk someone else would take advantage of her. Taking the joint she inhaled slowly before passing it back. It tickled the back of her throat and then she exhaled. Her muscles were starting to relax. She was still beyond nervous, but she was better than before. "I guess I can stay." Valerie could handle a few idiots for a couple more hours.

"What have you been up to all day?" Her best friend was clearly up to nothing good. Drunk and high off her ass. Nothing good can from that combination. Especially because her friend was a little slutty. But she didn't say those things to Freya because she already knew that.

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Michael was happy that the drug dealer he was supposed to be meeting was someone who he could trust. This would make business run smoothly. Unless Angel had changed then the gun was still in his pocket for safety. He laughed at the playful insult that Angel threw his way. They were pretty close despite the distant between the two. The two of them were serious troublemakers and clearly still are. They would have to catch up some time, but right now both him and Angel were here for some business. "Well, either way I'm here to by the shit everyone keeps talking about." Michael was happy that people were already talking about the pure cocaine that he was making. It wouldn't be long before his stuff was sold all over LA and then California. Then he would have to move, but for now Compton was his home.

"Well the shit is pure crystallized cocaine. Much stronger than the stuff they are selling here." He explained. He always kept a trunk full in his car and a a pouch in his pocket to show his drug dealers. Pulling the pouch out he tossed it over to Angel. This wasn't the powder form yet. They were small white crystals that you could practically see through. "Now this is where I talk about the money." he said with a smirk on his face. This was Michael's favorite part of his deals.

"It's $200,000 for 200 pounds. Selling about a thousand a pound. Once you sell them all and I collect half of whatever profit you make. The price drops to $150,000 for 200 pounds." He stuffed his hands into his pocket and took a few steps toward his friend. "I only take cash my friend." Bank transfers are unreliable and checks are easily traced. Cash was much prettier to look at. "Now let me know if you want to hear my alternate deal. Which I will make special just for you my friend."

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Frey watched her friend and she seemed apprehensive. The two girls were complete opposites and maybe that’s why they got along so well, because Freya was everything Valarie wasn’t and vice versa. While Val was always looking over her shoulder, paranoid expecting something bad to happened. Freya never paid much attention to the past or future she was only preoccupied with the present and living like she was going to die the next day.

"I guess I can stay." Valerie said and Freya smirked leaning in and kissing the girl on her lips. She took the joint back from her friend finishing it off. Freya was sometimes overly affectionate when she was high as hell. She just didn’t give a shit about anything. She pulled away then running her fingers through her hair. "What have you been up to all day?" Val asked and Freya shrugged.

“What do I do every day V?” she asked with a smirk. “Fucked Danny, got high, got ready for the party.” She said bored. “Lemme guess what you did.” She said in a somewhat condescending tone, not that she meant to it was just how it came out because that was the kind of person Freya was and anyone who knew her knew that. “You took a double shift?” She said raising a brow but she didn’t give Val a chance to answer.

She grabbed her arm spinning her around and dragging her towards the house. “Babe, you really need to loosen up.” She said pausing in front of the open door that led into the house, full of people who all belonged in hell. She turned back to face her best friend holding her eyes. “Your twenty fucking two, your God-damn beautiful, and I’m tired of seeing your good girl side.” She smirked. “It’s okay to live a little.” She said like she was really concerned for her friend. “What do you say?”

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Having Michael as his supplier would make things insanely easy, they worked well together, hell to be honest they could make themselves an entire empire. It would make his job a whole hell of a lot easier as long as Michael stayed away from Sadie and Freya, they’d get along just fine. The was one of the reasons why he hated Danny, he’d worked for Angel after Angel had made it clear that Freya was off limits. The thought irritated, because if he knew Michael, Angel was well aware that beautiful girls and drugs were a huge part of a drug lords life.

"Well the shit is pure crystallized cocaine. Much stronger than the stuff they are selling here." He explained and Angel raise a brow as he watched his friend. He caught the bag that his friend threw him full of untouched, pure cocaine and he smirked wickedly. “Now this is where I talk about the money." he said and Angel glanced up to his old friend waiting to hear the terms and price.

Money wasn’t a problem for Angel, he had more then he should, but that was because he was smart with his money. He didn’t live in a huge mansions with expensive shit, he could afford all of it no problem he just choose to live a more low key life. It kept the cops off his back and his business thriving.


"It's $200,000 for 200 pounds. Selling about a thousand a pound. Once you sell them all and I collect half of whatever profit you make. The price drops to $150,000 for 200 pounds." he said taking a few steps forward and Angel nodded as if thinking about it, it was a good price one he couldn’t pass up. "I only take cash my friend." he continued and Angel continued to listen. "Now let me know if you want to hear my alternate deal. Which I will make special just for you my friend."

He let silence fall between them for a long moment as he thought, he’d already made up his mind already gone through everything twice over in his head. Angel was impossibly good when it came to making deals. He put his ass on the line just to prove to providers he was serious about what he did.

“I’ll take it. I got your cash in my car.” He said simply like they weren’t doing a completely illegal crime. “Let me make you a deal, I’ll give you that $200,000 and all of what I make off it, it’s yours.” He said with a wicked smirk on his lips. “After that you get fifty percent of whatever I make.” He said simply. “I wanna work with you Mike, as long as I get half the profit your prices don’t matter to me.” He said with a shrug. Dealing drugs was his lively hood and he was as serious about it, as all the guys in suites on Wall Street were about the Stock Market.

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Valerie crossed her arms again, but not to be closed off. There was a slight chill in her air and she was a bit cold. She didn't exactly bring a jacket. Freya took the joint back and then kissed the brunette on the lips. Her eyes widened and she almost flinched. There was a reason she didn't kiss or hug or really touch anyone. Her best friend didn't know, but she didn't think that this would happen. Granted she allows the hugging and some touching with Freya, but that kiss was out of line. It was different though from the forced and sloppy kisses that she is used too. Freya's was sloppy, but it was loving. Valerie couldn't get mad at her for that. Annoyed and uncomfortable were better character traits for how she was feeling right now. Then she heard about Freya's day. And it was the same as always.

“Fucked Danny, got high, got ready for the party.” Valerie wanted to help her friend out of her boring lifestyle. She sounded like she was in a rut and despite Freya's actions and attitude, she did deserve better than this. And especially Danny. But she seemed determined to stay like this. The anxious brunette didn't even get a chance to defend herself on the double shift. “Babe, you really need to loosen up.” They were at the open door to the house and Valerie was getting nervous all over again. She couldn't go in there. People were practically having sex in the middle of the house. There was enough drugs in here to cause the entire city to overdose. And the smell of alcohol to stick to the walls for a week. Valerie couldn't do this. She was turned to and looked at her best friend in her eyes. “Your twenty fucking two, your God-damn beautiful, and I’m tired of seeing your good girl side.” If only Freya understood that this wasn't some facade. "It’s okay to live a little.” Valerie looked down at the floor. She couldn't be here. Not even for her best friend. “What do you say?”

Freya sounded so concerned for her best friend. So concerned that she wasn't living like her. Concerned that she was wasting it hiding from something and working. "This isn't a side Freya. I am a good girl." Valerie stepped away from her high best friend and the Windsor house. "Text me tomorrow okay?" She didn't even give her friend the chance to respond. She started to walk back to her house. Back to the danger zone. She didn't plan to be back there so soon, but she couldn't be at that party. She just couldn't. Not even for her best friend.

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There was some silence between the businessmen. Angel was clearly thinking this over and no matter what Michael was going to make money. He always found a way to make money. That was how he even got up this high on the drug food chain. Finallt a deal was going to be made. “I’ll take it. I got your cash in my car.” Michael smiled and patted his friend's shoulder. "Good decision." he said. This was going down as if they were in a office in wall street. Business proposals being passed around back and forth until a decision was made. If their hadn't been so much money in drugs the two might have actually gotten jobs in Wall Street. They were smart enough to get the job and make money. But stock was risky and you couldn't kill anyone that wasn't paying you back. This way was more fun and made them both more money. Then Angel came up with another proposal.

“Let me make you a deal, I’ll give you that $200,000 and all of what I make off it, it’s yours.” The supplier raised his eyebrow. “After that you get fifty percent of whatever I make.” That would mean constantly supplying him for free and then getting half of his profits. That would make him a ton of money. That would make both of them a ton of money. He liked this idea. “I wanna work with you Mike, as long as I get half the profit your prices don’t matter to me.” Mike looked at Angel with a wide smile, holding his hand out for a handshake. "Then it looks like we have a fucking deal." Adding Angel to his empire would do them both some justice. After their handshake, he guided Angel out to their vehicles. He separated from him and opened the trunk of his car.

There was a black chest with a lock. After putting in the lock code he opened chest revealing over 500 pounds of cocaine. Each bag was 20 pounds each. It was always nice to look at. He loved looking and testing his own cocaine. It was a feeling that some people would never get to experience. Grabbing a brown paper bag he placed ten bags of cocaine. That added up to the 200 pounds he was being paid for. He closed his trunk. "Rat." He was only calling him that out here because of the fact that other people could be around. He knew better than to use his real name. "We need to catch up.Now that you have my number, try to call me for none business relations." He said handing over the brown paper bag full of drugs.

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"This isn't a side Freya. I am a good girl." Val took a hesitate step away from Freya and Freya already knew what was coming and it was frustrating. "Text me tomorrow okay?" Rey couldn't respond before Valarie was headed down the street towards her house and Freya debating going inside and ignoring her friend but she knew that wasn't right even as drunk and high as she was.

She groaned miserably before following quickly after her friend and catching up to her grabbing her arm to stop her. She stepped in front of her then holding her friends eyes "Why do you always do that? You always run." she sighed. "You know I love you V, if you want to go home I won't stop you, but I'd have a lot more fun if you stayed." she shrugged already knowing her friend probably wouldn't stay.

She wrapped her arms around the dark haired girl giving her a genuine hug, which was rare coming from Freya. It was rare for Freya to do anything without doing it to get something in return. The hug wasn't long though and she took a small step back from her friend looking her over.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me." she breathed before heading back towards the house. When she got on the front lawn, Danny was standing there two drinks in his hand looking confused as to where her and V had gone. Freya took the drink from his hand and downed it before she even knew what it was. She took the one he'd gotten for Valarie and done the same tossing them both away to join the rest of the trash that was scattered on the lawn.

She lend up on her toes then kissing Danny's lips roughly, loving the way it felt when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She slipped her hands up his shirt running them along his bare skin. The heat between them was intoxicating and she couldn't help but moan softly against his lips. Although even as she kissed him, she was distracted with wondering whether or not her brother was okay.

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"Then it looks like we have a fucking deal." Spike said and the two of him headed out to where his car was parked next to Angel's. The two of them could be dangerous together, that thought hat already crossed Angel's mind and he like the thought of that. "Rat." Michael called his street name "We need to catch up.Now that you have my number, try to call me for none business relations."

He handed him the brown paper bag and Angel took it. He made his way over to his car grabbing the brief case full of money and replacing it with the drugs. He had no doubt in his mind he'd be able to get rid of all the drugs and have $500,050 dollars to hand Michael by next week. Angel was a business man and he was beyond good at selling drugs for way more then anyone else. The drugs that he sold were always high quality.

He handed to money to Michael. "You know Mike, we could catch up now." he said with a simple shrug. "There is a huge party going on at my house right now. Plenty of booze, drugs, and ladies." he said with a wicked smirk. "You should come over and will show them all how to really party." he said like they were sixteen again. "I'll let you think about it...you want to come just follow me right now or if you decide you want to come a little later just text me and I'll give you the address." he said simply.

He didn't wait for him to answer simply slipped into his car and let the engine roar to life. He had to get back home, he didn't like leaving Sadie home in a house full of ass holes and he definitely didn't like Freya being around Danny with out him being close by.

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Valerie didn't get very far before her best friend got a hold of her. The dark haired girl looked up at her friend, catching her gaze and holding it. "Why do you always do that? You always run." Freya had no idea. This wasn't running. She was just avoiding more people groping her body. It was bad enough already and she might end up freaking out and finding a corner to cry in before hte day is over. "You know I love you V, if you want to go home I won't stop you, but I'd have a lot more fun if you stayed." Then Valerie was pulled into a hug. A real one. She almost didn't return it because of the issue she has with being touched, but it was Freya. She rarely hugged anyone. And this meant a lot. Valerie hugged her back and then it ended almost as soon as it began. Freya wasn't really good at things like that. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." And with that Freya left her best friend in the middle of the sidewalk alone. Valerie sighed. "I love you too Freya" she whispered to herself. She started her walk back to her house.

As she neared the front door, it seemed as if no one was home. The lights were off and nothing was moving. Valerie only knew someone was in the house because of the car in the driveway. And unfortunately it belonged to her stepfather. She was waiting for the day that he would just drop dead, but it hasn't happened yet. Valerie couldn't bring herself to kill anyone. She was a innocent butterfly who is constantly getting her wings ripped off and glued back on. And she couldn't defend herself. It was pointless. Valerie stopped outside her door and took a deep breath and then slowly walked into the house. When she shut the door behind her, the lights flipped on. "Where were you?" He asked, walking near her. She tensed up immediately and turned around. "I was at work. They kept me late." she lied. For an hour of her time she was with Valerie. He looked over her and smiled cynically. "Well I'm glad your safe. I wouldn't get paid if something bad happened to you." he said with a smile. Her eyes widened and he grabbed hold of his step daughter. Valerie tried to fight and scream. "Please shut up. It's every night with this." He said.

Markus, her stepfather, threw her into her room where 'they' were waiting for her. He locked the door from the outside and went to the living room. "We missed you." One of them spoke. They were sick and she was terrified for her life. Markus sat on the couch and turned on tv to drown out the screams and cries for help.

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Michael took the brief case full of money after Angel took the bag of drugs. So far this was a really good night. "You know Mike, we could catch up now." The drug lord raised an empire waiting to hear his proposal. "There is a huge party going on at my house right now. Plenty of booze, drugs, and ladies." A smile appeared on Michael's face. He was never one to deny the booze and drugs. And once he was wasted enough, the ladies could have him too. "You should come over and will show them all how to really party." The man chuckled. There wasn't a party without these two when they were younger. And if someone dared threw a party without them, they usually just crashed it. Michael missed those days, but the opportunity was here again. "I'll let you think about it...you want to come just follow me right now or if you decide you want to come a little later just text me and I'll give you the address." Michael watching Angel get into his car. The supplier didn't need to think about anything. He ran his own company, he could do what he wanted.

Michael got into his own car and followed Angel to his home. It was rather nice and appropriately sized for Angel's profession. So many people were already on the verge of overdose. Girls were looking for someone to sleep with and guys were looking for girls that were kind of sober. This was his kind of party. He parked the car behind Angel's and got out of the car. He stepped on her lawn and took it in. This was going to be a nice party. Scanning the people outside, one in particular caught his eyes. It was Freya. Much older. And much hotter. She was practically eating this guys face off in the middle of the lawn. It wasn't any of his business, but he could only imagine what Angel's reaction was going to be. "Not to freak you out, but. I am pretty sure that is your sister getting ready to have sex in your front yard." he said.

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Freya had heard the roaring engine of her brother's car, but it hadn't dawned on her to stop making out with Danny. Angel was extremely protective and despite the fact that he knew Freya did dugs and had sometimes irresponsible sex, he like to think she was still some innocent thirteen year old. Needless to say, that was the cause of most of Freya and Angel's fights. Rey was too lost in the warmth of Danny's touch and the way his kiss felt electric because she was so high, to worry about her brother or if he saw.

Before she realized what was happening Angel was ripping Danny off of her and shoving him away. He was yelling at him to leave and Freya rolled her eyes crossing her arms in front of her, glancing to the side where someone she vaguely remembered her brother hanging out with when they'd moved to Texas. Only now he was much taller and a lot more attractive and she'd suddenly forgot that Angel was lecturing her boyfriend.

He was the total opposite of Danny and she knew just by looking at him he was exactly the type of guy that she shouldn't get involved with, because he was more or less dangerous, like her brother. The thought excited her She lit herself a joint and took a long hit off of it before her bright blue eyes flicked back to Danny and Angel. Her brother turned to her then and Danny's fists were clenched like he was fighting the urge to hit Angel.

"You get your ass inside that house and stop acting like a fucking skank." he spat harshly and Freya took a threatening step towards her brother, something that anyone who knew Angel wouldn't dare do.

"I'm not a little girl Ace. If I want to fuck my boyfriend on the front lawn...I will." she said bluntly. "Maybe I'll take up stripping at that club you like so much to." she taunted. She was already a stripped, however not even her best friend knew about it. Angel grabbed her upper arm roughly and pulled her close.

"You want to act like a whore, do it, but it won't be under my roof." he spat harshly like he wasn't giving her a choice and she pulled away, blowing a cloud of smoke in his face before disappearing into the house. She knew better then to argue any more with him, because as much she'd love to prove she didn't need him, the truth was she did.

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He wasn't surprised when his friend followed him back to his house. His parties were always the best around not toe mention it was good for him to get to know the people Angel would be selling his shit too. He cut his engine in the drive way and steeped out of his car. He hadn't been paying much attention to the couple making out on the lawn because that wasn't unusual. It wasn't until Michael pointed out that it was Freya that pissed him off.

He moved quickly practically ripping Danny away from her and shoving him back hard. Danny seemed irritated almost insistently. "I told you to stay the fuck off of her while I'm around." Angel spat and Danny rolled his eyes.

"You weren't around." Danny shot back arrogantly and Angel wanted to continue to lecture the idiot. Only he figured it wasn't worth it, especially while Michael was there.

He turned his attention to his sister then and his words were cruel and he'd said some things he hadn't really meant, he just couldn't help himself. Mostly because he knew Freya could do so much better then this life she was stuck in, which was the very reason he was trying to get her out of it. After the argued, she slipped past him and into the house, he glanced to Danny as if to warn him not to follow and Freya's boyfriend rolled his eyes, before deciding to head home for the night.

Angel sighed walking back over to his friend. "Sorry about that man." he said with a shrug as he gestured for Michael to follow him into the house. "Make yourself comfortable, there's plenty of drugs only it's probably not as good as your shit." he smirked. It was as he entered the house that Sadie found him wrapping her arm around his waist and leaning up kissing his cheek.

"Take your pick of ladies as well." he said and there were clearly a lot of girls ready to sleep with the first guy that so much as smiled in their direction. "Except Sadie here." he gestured to the beautiful brunette at his side. "And my sister Freya of course. Other then that enjoy."

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Valerie could still hear all the laughing, yelling, and grunting. Her skin felt sticky and disgusted. She wanted to pull the skin right off of her body and dip it in bleach. The brunette wanted to scream, but if she screamed her step father would come in here and finish off their job. Crying wasn't an option either. He would hear her. She didn't want to be heard. Not by him. Not by anyone. She would get in trouble. They would come back for her. She wasn't ready for that. Her body would never be ready for that. Valerie curled her body up even tighter. She needed to shower, but she couldn't move. She was in so much pain. Maybe she could sneak away back to Angel's house. No. She couldn't. Too many people. Valerie would stop by tomorrow when her step dad isn't around. She doesn't have to work tomorrow. Good thing. It would be hard to explain the bruises and her her anxiety.

Her eyes started to close as her exhaustion was finally hitting her brain. It was trying to get her to go to sleep, but she didn't want to. Sleeping made her vulnerable. Her body was going limp and her breaths were evening out. No..don't sleep.. she thought to herself. Sleeping was never a good thing for her. Valerie was drifting off and she could see the faces of her attackers. Shutting her eyes tightly she pulled the blanket over her head. "No. Don't sleep." she muttered to herself. They were all over her. She felt like she was still being touched and abused. Valerie started kicking thinking they were still in the room with her. Her brain which was once at peace was fully alert and she sat up, breathing hard. Looking around her dark room she saw her clothes thrown about the room. She couldn't wear those again. They were torn. A sigh escaped her followed by a yawn. When she laid back down her eyes closed immediately. Before she could stop herself, she drifted to sleep.

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Michael watched the really bad interaction between Angel and the guy Freya was making out with. By the comment the dirty blonde made, that guy was her boyfriend. And clearly Angel did not like him and vice versa. This must make meetings between them interesting all the time. Michael was glad to be back just for this alone. Freya watched Michael and he watched her. She was clearly wasted and high. Spike couldn't quite figure out what she was looking at, but he couldn't help but enjoy looking in her eyes. But she looked away breaking contact. He shouldn't be watching her anyway. That was Angel's little sister. By rule of bro code and human decency he couldn't get with her. No matter how much he wanted too. And at this current moment in time, he really wanted to. The drug lord watched his best friend get his sister inside the house. Then he came back to Michael.

"Sorry about that man." Michael shrugged. It wasn't a big deal. "Make yourself comfortable, there's plenty of drugs only it's probably not as good as your shit." A chuckle escaped him. "Nothing is as good as my shit." he said in a rather conceited way. He would snort more of it probably tomorrow morning. "Take your pick of ladies as well." Angel didn't have to worry about that. "Except Sadie here." He could handle that. "And my sister Freya of course. Other then that enjoy." That would be pretty damn hard. But there were already some girls latching onto him, trying to get him to sleep with them. Not saying another word to Angel he went to have fun.

He smoked some weed, drank some vodka, made out with some girls. He was just as wasted and high as anyone else in this party and he loved it. Michael would most likely wake up in this house not remember what he even did. That is what it takes to know he had a good time. And that is what it takes to sleep with someone he didn't really care about. Girls were following after him as he continued to drink and smoke. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything with them yet. He wasn't gone enough.