My head burns from the way Eric drags me by the hair, across the room.

He harshly pushes me down. With the corners of my eyes I see Dylan holding a fabric to his nose, while the other one slowly rises up from the floor.

I guess my hit was too weak to knock him out. I take a mental note to work on my hands the next time I go to the gym. If there is a next time.

''Who said you can leave? I'm not done with you sweetheart. Actually, I haven't even started yet'' he says, kneeling in front of me, pushing some hair out of my face.

I turn my gaze on the other side, where the girl is laying behind the table.

''You are a curious little thing, aren't you?'' he continues, following my stare.

''But you know what they say... curiosity killed the cat. Kitten in your case.'' He adds with a smirk, while my face contracts in disgust. I hate pet names like that.

''I'll tell you what. If you promise to be a good girl and follow my orders, I'll let you go to her. How does that sound?''

I look at him suspiciously, while he offers me a hand. I know better to not make angry a crazy guy like him.

I still can't believe how he tried to touch me one minute ago, then drag me by my hair and now offers me a deal? Bipolar.

With hesitation I stand up looking at him. ''Ok'' I say in a quite tone.

''What did you say? I can't hear you.'' he exclaims obviously, messing with me.

''I said ok!'' I repeat louder this time.

''Good girl.'' He answers, patting my head like a pet.

I try to avoid his touch, when the sound of a vehicle coming through the entry, interrupts us.

We all pause for a moment, but Eric quickly snaps out of it.

He nods at Dylan who is already in front of the exit, pushing a handle down. I look in surprise, when metal doors close the garage from four sides, make it impossible for someone to get out.

I immediately feel my anxiety grow.

I don't like indoor spaces with no way out. It brings up my panic attacks.

Also, the situation I'm in doesn't really help.

Oh God. Don't let it happen now.

Eric stands next to me and whispers in a serious tone.

''Alright, listen to me. You don't move, don't speak, don't even look without my permission. Make yourself invisible because these guys over there are not playing. You wanted so badly to know what's going on here, so now you' re gonna get it.''

I want to disagree and tell him, I don't give a damn about his drug dealing, or whatever the fuck they are doing.

I'm just here to take my friend. But something is holding me from going fully bananas on him.

Maybe it's the seriousness of his tone, or even the change in his posture, which suddenly straightened up.

Everything screams danger and the are enough to shut me up.

I start to feel scared.

I mean it's the one thing I wanted to avoid, coming face to face with the drug dealers. Well that and getting attack by perverts.

My hands become sweaty and I feel cold blood running throw my veins.

Damn it.

I don't have the time to think about it, when a black SUV appears. Dylan pushes me further inside the garage, as him and the other guy, stand beside Eric.

He repositions the back of his shirt, which gives me a glimpse of a gun on his waistband. Holly shit!

I feel like I am in some kind of movie. Only the difference is, it doesn't seem fun.

At all.

My mind starts working quickly, trying to find a way out of it, if things go bad.

You will think how bad? Well considering the fact I just saw Eric having a gun, I guess really bad.

Like bullets flying over our heads bad.

After some minutes, the doors of the SUV open and three men step out of it. I imagined dark clothes, tones of tattoos and creepy looks, but I guess life is truly different from the movies.

Besides the dark clothing, which I guess it right, everything else seems normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The driver is actually good looking. Tall, with blonde short hair and a beard. He reminds me Dan Reynolds. The singer of Imagine Dragons.

The other two have similar characteristics. Both tall and muscular, but not too much.

The one coming out from the passenger's seat, has dirty blonde dyed hair, but he is skinnier and much paler than the others. Almost as if he hasn't been out in the sun. He gives the typical bad boy vibe which I guess makes sense.

The other one has really dark hair and a unique face structure. His eyes seem kind of unsymmetrical, which only makes his appearance more intense. I like it.

I like the fact he is not typically handsome. He looks by far more interesting than all these bad boys, choking the room with their testosterone.

They stand in line and I feel myself shrink. Or at least I hope so. I wish I could become invisible, like Eric said.

''Who is she?'' the pale guy asks. His eyes lock with mine and I mentally curse myself.

So much for being invisible Daphne.

''No one'' Eric says not looking at me. ''Don't worry about it.''

''Well what is this no one doing here?'' he insists.

God he is persistent.

''She keeps me company.'' Eric says with a chuckle.

Honestly if I had the chance, I would stab him in the eye.

''Is that so?'' the pale man raises an eyebrow looking at my way.

I don't say anything as I was told to. I don't need any more trouble.

''Yes, it is.'' Eric replies sternly.

I can feel a pair of eyes looking at me, but when I avert my gaze, I look surprised at the driver of the gang. He stares at me examining my form intensely. But not in a sexual way. It's more like he tries to recognize me, as if we knew each other.

''Ok let's get to the point'' the last one says.

Immediately the vibe of the room changes.

Dylan moves forward handing Eric a big envelope. He gives it to the pale guy. I guess he is their leader?

I mean both him and the ''unique face'' as I call him, look at their mid 20s, when the other one is a bit older. I would expect him to be their leader, not only because of his age, but because of the style too. He looks like the smart, calm and collective one. But who knows?

''Is everything inside?'' the pale one asks.

''Yeah. Kind of'' Eric says, and I feel a panic attack built inside me. What do you mean kind of? They are drug dealers for God's sake.

We are officially dead.

The guy doesn't say anything. He just stares at him.

''Care to explain?''

''It's pretty simple actually. There are people who still owe us. We made a big order and didn't sell out as we thought. But we will. Trust me.'' Eric says.

The man faintly laughs. ''Trust you?''

''Yeah. We are doing business 6 months now. You know I will sell it.''

''Umm right. The thing is these people owe money to you. And you owe them to us. Now I want to be a good partner and spare you since we are getting along so well as you said. But I can't go with empty hands. What else do you have to offer?''

His eyes quickly flicker on me long enough to get the cue. No.

''I already gave you half of the money.'' Eric says. ''It doesn't seem like empty hands to me.''

''Well I would like to say that I care about your opinion, but I don't.'' He answers.

''Ok, ok everybody calm down. We will find a way.'' The driver says and I flinch the moment I hear his voice.

Whys does he sound so familiar.

''Of course, we will Ethan'' the pale one says with a fake smile.

Ethan? How do I know that name?

Suddenly a muffled sound comes from the back. No one seems to hear it since they are too occupied arguing. I remember the girl. Zoey! Fuck! What the hell am I doing? I came here for her.

I walk at the back kneeling behind the table. I push some things out of the way carefully, not to drawn anyone's attention. I look up realizing one of them is missing, but I don't pay much thought to it. My mind is on Zoey. I'll get her out of here. Even like this. Passed out. I manage to grab her hands lifting her body. Hair is in front of her face and I can't see her clearly. I brush them off carefully, only to find out in shock.

It's not her.

I stand like a statue, holding a foreign girl in my arms. What the hell? Is this real?

I got through everything tonight just to find her and she is not even here. I fought with these guys for someone I don't even know... I take a look at her. Besides the body portion and the hair nothing else reminds me of Zoey. She doesn't even wear the clothes Mikaela said.

Mikaela. Where is she. Why didn't she come back for me? Why didn't she bring help? Or Khloe? I feel like I'm going to cry.

And these filthy guys lied to me. They knew how was the girl we were looking for, they knew it wasn't her...but Eric take advantage of it only to get me on my knees. Fuckin disgusting pig.

I feel my heart biting rapidly, my mind is all fuzzy. I have the urge to scream and break everything around me. Everyone.

Tears come to my eyes, but I blink them away. Now it's not the time to cry. My blood boils. I stand up walking fast at the corner of the room where is the piece of wood from earlier.

Ok now I promise I will use you wise.

I walk up to Dylan and with all my force I hit him where the sun never shines. He grabs his d**k screaming and fells down. I try to hit him again but the other one, who I still don't know his name, grabs it from my hands.

''You, fuckin asshole!'' I yell. Eric grabs me by the hair, in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

''What the fuck are you doing?'' He screams at me.

''You lied to me. Fuckin, pig. It's not her!'' I yell to his face, not giving a damn about the people watching us, or the possibility of him hurting me.

He grabs my chin rudely with his one hand, while the other one still holds a tight grip onto my hair.

''Shut up!'' he says.

Before he has the chance to do anything else, another car makes it's appearance. Everybody stop what they are doing, while the car pulls over near the SUV.

The pale guy chuckles darkly.

''You're so done''