SOLD! // XXXTENTACION

chapter two - the buyer

!!!!!!!!PSA PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!

It took me a while to write this. I finished this chapter about a month ago, but I wasn't ready to publish it.

Basically, it was very hard to decide if Zion should know who Jahseh is or not. I kept going back and forth with her being a fan (like us). I was thinking of having her say something along the lines of "I can't believe I used to read fanfic about you!"

I wanted it to be as if one of us where in the situation...

But I started to think logically, and the chances of a fan being bought by X is kind of ridiculous. So I decided that Zion is a DUMB BITCH and doesn't know who XXXTENTACION is.

I'm still not 100% sure if this is the way I wanted the story to go.... but here it is....

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Zion POV

"Going once! Going twice! SOLD! To Mr. Onfroy!"
Onfroy? Sounds Jamaican... Maybe French?
I'm lost in my thoughts until I'm suddenly yanked out of the 'show' room. The three men start to walk me down the hallway, when I suddenly come up with an idea. If I was just bought by this Onfroy dude, then they can't blow my brains out....

I take off running, trying to figure out an escape route. Turning endless corners, I feel like this hallway will never end. Finally, I see two big doors at the end of the hallway. Knowing the men are following close behind me, I pick up the pace. I burst through the doors and thankfully make it outside.

I look behind me to see how close the men are, but when I turn back around *SMACK* I run straight into someone, falling on my ass.
I really need to start looking where I'm going.

"Oh, Mr. Onfroy we are so sorry! She got away from us for a moment. We can assure you that she won't cause any more problems!" One of the men behind me says, while grabbing my arm to lift me up. I look up to see what this 'Mr. Onfroy' dude looks like, but he's already walking away... Only allowing me to see the back of his black hoodie. You'd think that he'd be wearing fancy attire like the rest of the buyers I saw, but instead he has black pants and a black hoodie on... Strange.

"You should be grateful that Mr. Onfroy bought you. Trust me, you could've gotten a lot worse." The man chuckles. I can't hold in my frustration anymore, "Grateful?! I should not be grateful that I was just sold to a complete stranger! How would you feel if you..." I'm cut off by a hard slap across my face, causing me to fall back on the ground. The three men stare down at me and one speaks up, "Just because you'll be leaving us soon, doesn't mean we will condone disrespect." I scoff, "Fuck you!" I'm met with another hard slap to my face.

"That's enough! Get up before you get into real trouble!" One of the men says as he grabs me again and lifts me to my feet. They walk me over to the same black van... They've lost their minds if they think I'm going back in there. I turn to run, but a cloth is quickly placed over my face and everything goes black....

I jolt awake from being thrown out of the van and onto the ground. My head is pounding and my eyesight is quite blurry from the bright sun. A million thoughts overflow my mind... How long was that drive? California is never this humid.... Where the fuck am I? Shouldn't I need to pee?

"Get up. We're here." A deep voice speaks. I blink a few times until I regain my vision, and groan when I see that I'm still with the three guys, and slowly get up from the ground. "And 'where' are we exactly?" I say, looking up at the gorgeous house in front of me. Nobody answers me, instead one of the men pushes me to walk towards the house. Assholes.

Two of the men stand on either side of me, while the third opens the door to the house. I'm wondering why the door wasn't locked when I'm suddenly shoved inside the house.
Tripping and falling to the floor, the door slams shut behind me and I'm left alone in this random house. I pick myself up and dust off my skirt, really wishing I wasn't in this uncomfortable uniform anymore. I suddenly hear footsteps so I quickly hide behind a couch.

"You can stop hiding babe." A raspy voice says. Fuck. I start to army-crawl further behind the couch, hoping I can make a run for it. I look underneath the couch and see bare feet standing across the room, blocking the front door. Ew. This dude must be Bigfoot...nasty. I put on my big girl pants and start running the other way to look for somewhere else to hide. I can hear his laughter, booming throughout the house. I stumble upon a closet and quickly step inside, quietly closing the door behind me. I hide behind the hung up jackets and coats, trying my hardest to be completely quiet. This can't be real. Maybe I'm in a coma and none of this is even happening.

I remember the saying about pinching yourself if you think you're dreaming. So I pinch my arm as hard as I can but I'm still in this damn closet. I'm either not in a coma and this is all very real or I'm having an extremely vivid dream. In an attempt to calm myself down, I try to convince myself that everything will be okay.

My heart starts pounding unbelievably fast when I hear footsteps outside the closet. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. The closet door comes flying open, revealing a furious...  young guy? Well I guess he's not Bigfoot after all... too short.

I let out a scream and sprint out of the closet and past him. I'm running and screaming and crying, trying to make it to the front door. Suddenly I am tackled to the ground, my head slamming onto the hard tile. He forces me onto my back and pins my arms above my head and smirks down at me. Finally getting a good look at him, he has half black/half blonde dreads and a lot of tattoos. That's an interesting combo.

He seems a little older than I am but not by much. He's actually... attractive? Nah, it's probably the hit I took to my head talking... I'm clearly not thinking correctly.

"You can't run and you definitely can't hide from me, Zion." He growls and I can see the anger in his eyes. "Who.... Who are you?" I ask. The mans facial expression immediately changes into a mix of surprise and confusion. He's clearly taken aback by the question...
I wonder why.

"You don't know who I am?" He replies.
The fuck? How would I know who he is?

I slowly shake my head, no.

"You can call me X." He smirks.

I start to slip in and out of consciousness. I assume 'X' realizes this because he releases his grip on my wrists and stands up. I start to get up but the room begins to spin, and I fall back down into darkness.

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None of you bitches will but whateverrrr.