𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"This," the woman yells, pausing to yank my hair which causes me to wince, "is what you're going to look like. Get a good look at this girl, boys because soon every one of your friends is going to be looking just like her. You can start fucking each other once we separate you, considering this slut right here could pass off as one of you men with this haircut." Suddenly, she shoves me into the line of boys who luckily catch me from falling.

They hold me up until I'm on my own two feet, and Jungkook watches from his spot, not being able to move to catch me himself.

"There's something you're forgetting. This is our family, and we will always be there for each other. We may not always know each other, but if they're a member of our true crew, then nothing will stop us from being there." I hear Taehyung's voice speak up as he steps out of line to confront the woman.

"You have no right to treat us like this. We are human beings," Taehyung walks up to the guard where we watch her pull out a taser gun from her side belt and pull the trigger which tases him instantly.

He drops to the hard ground and shakes uncontrollably, but when Jungkook steps out of line, the woman looks at him next.

"You take one more step, and you're next—"

"You're going to kill him you fucking bitch!" Within a second, I see Twix run past me and tackle the female guard. Twix punches her hard in the face where she drops the taser gun, and Taehyung can finally breathe despite the pain.

I watch other guards come running up to grab Twix, but instead, I run forward and reach Twix before they do. I pull Twix back from the cop and watch as the other guards stop running as they watch me.

I hold Twix back, despite her elbows hitting hard into my ribs and her kicking my legs as hard as she can for me to let her go. After her painful hits are too much, I throw her to the ground behind me.

"Enough, Twix!" I shout over her, wiping my bloody nose from where she head-butted me. "It's enough, and you're making it worse. Everyone listen, this is not helping. I know you're angry, and I know you're frightened, but trust me, acting like this isn't going to help us one bit. It's unfair and it's inhumane, but we are helpless here. If we want to survive this place, no matter the shit they put us through, we have to endure it because we don't have anything to defend ourselves with." I watch as every single person has their eyes on me.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I'm encouraging you to listen to what I'm saying. We don't know what awaits us in this hellish place, but doing this," I throw my hand to the cop on the ground who Twix just tackled, "isn't going to get us out of here. I hate them and trust that whatever vile thought you've had about these people, I've had them, too. I know you don't follow the rules, but for once in your life, follow them here as if your life depends on it because, at this point, I'm pretty sure it does."

Despite how I know people are probably pissed at me for stopping Twix, I see the silent nods and looks of approval in the crowd.

Without waiting for anybody, I quietly walk ahead toward the front of the line where one of the guards comes up and wraps her arm around my shoulder.

Surprisingly, she thanks me for stepping in as she guides me into the prison once the other guards start resuming their work of cleaning the women.

"I hate the cops here," she admits, softly shaking her head in shame. "Do you have someone you would like to bunk with? I don't have a high position here, but I can help as best as I can—"

"Why? So you can beat me, too? I'm fine with whoever I end up bunking with—"

"Vee, trust me," she urges, but I look at her worried.

"How do you know my name?" I ask, watching the way she opens one of the doors and leads me into a large room full of places to sleep with of course bars to accompany us.

"Let's just say that I'm a friend of a friend you haven't met yet," she guides me up the metal stairs while pulling out a key and sliding the black bars to the side once we make it to the second floor.

"What does that mean?" I ask once I step into the small room that has two beds, a toilet, and a sink.

"Tell me who you want to bunk with, and I'll tell you. Once we can trust one another, then we can start talking." She says while sliding the bars to the side and locking me in. She stands on the other side waiting.

She could tell the others, but seeing as we're already in here, I don't see what trying could hurt.

"Barbie. I want Barbie to bunk with me, but don't let them search her. She's pregnant. She wouldn't tell them because she doesn't want to appear weak." After I admit that, she nods.

"I'll keep an eye on her, and I'll have her bunk with you. I won't let them touch her. I'll sneak her in without being searched." I nod and wrap my hands around the black bars.

"Thank you. Now tell me, what do you mean by you're a friend of a friend who I haven't met yet?" I ask, but she looks behind her, then grabs a white envelope from out of her shirt and hands it to me through the space in the bars.

"Read this; it's important. It's from someone who's been watching you for a while. That's all I can say for now, but we'll talk later. I have to get back before they pull Barbie into the examination room."

As she walks away, I find myself looking down at the white envelope. I walk to the bed where I sit down on the edge.

Turning the envelope over, I read my name written on the front cover. As I carefully open the envelope, I pull out a letter.

Slowly, I unfold the piece of paper and begin reading the note. As my eyes scan the words, they suddenly start widening.

"Hello Vee,

We haven't formally met yet, but I've heard a lot about you, and I'm sure you have of me.

I've been in hiding, but we'll have time to get caught up with everything later. I know you must have a million questions, but know that I'm someone you can trust.

For now, I need you to gather any witnesses you can against the mayor. Do that, provide the evidence of him abusing his power, and then we can arrange a meeting.

Until the next time,

—A Friendly"

I hold the letter tightly in my hand, eyebrows narrowing as I take in the words of this supposed friendly stranger.

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