Drew Grier: A Broken Girl

Chapter 36

“You're adorable when you're mad. And by the way your little boyfriend is looking at me, he wants to beat me up this second. But he won't, because I will make his life hell to, after I make him watch me fucking you into oblivion. You know, the reason I let you join Magcon is because you looked so innocent, and fuckable. I've wanted to get my hands on you since the day I met you at the airport.”

I shuttered, taking a step back. “Go to hell,” I said.

“Oh, I probably will. I'll give you twenty four hours, if I don't have the money by then, bad things will happen to you Drew. Starting with the people you love.”

I nodded, not saying a word. “Leave them out of it, or I swear you'll regret it.” I spat, walking away, I was close to tears, shaking in fear. I almost ran to Jack, as Bart's fading image went away. I took a deep breath.

“What the hell was that about?” Jack's voice was adamant, angry.

“Nothing, I swear, he's just angry I showed up here, don't worry, he'll understand that no matter how much I leave, I'll always come back.” I said, sinking into Jack's presence.

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When you think of the word terrified, what do you think of? Well, picture me, a sixteen year old girl, being threatened with everything she loves. The whole day, I waited, for Bart to say something to me, but all he kept doing was looking.

I kept as close to Jack as I possibly could. Bart had gathered us all in the conference room, later into the night, saying he ordered us pizza. I knew what he was doing, he was keeping me occupied, making sure I was near him.

“You okay Drew?” Mahogany asked beside me.

“Fine,” I said.

“Something is off with you, what is it?” Jack asked, caressing my cheek.

I shake my head, lying to them. And it's in their eye's, they know I'm not telling the truth about something, I type a sentence into my phone, showing it to them. Bart is up to something, bad. I need you two to not leave this room, and no matter what happens in the next hour, know he's bluffing. They gave me a questioning look, but I glanced away.

“Attention everyone,” Bart announced, “I'd like to say a few things. Magcon has been great, but there is going to be a few changes like the line up. Starting with Jack Gilinsky and Jack Johnson. You're cut, the next to leave, is Mahogany Gordy, and Sam Wilkinson.”

“You can't just fucking do that?” Sam snarled, angrier than ever. Mahogany glanced at me, tears in her eyes.

The whole room erupted into yelling. I tried to by myself a few minutes, knowing, I had too. I put my finger's to my mouth, whistling loudly enough for everyone to stop talking. “Listen here you fucking asshole.” I said, coming up with all the bravery I had, trying not to look him in the eye. I left Jack's side, stepping closer to Bart. “I told you to leave them out of it, and what do you do? Fuck it up, like everything else if your pathetic excuse for a life. You want money? Fine, one million it is.”

Everyone in the room was dead silent, wide eyed. “And how am I going to get it?” He asked, glaring at me.

“I'll liquidate my assets, but I am going to need a bit more time.”

“You have one more day.”

I shuttered, stepping back into Jack's grasp. I glanced down at my phone, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “I don't think you'll be needing that day,” a voice from the back of the room spoke, ushering in four bodies. “You my friend, should really have an idea who you are messing with.” Nik said, grabbing Bart's collar. “I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting, my name is Nik. I'm Drew's Father, real Father that is.”

Bart shuttered, as all of us backed into the wall. Finding safety from what was unfolding in front of us. Nash. I stuck close to Jack, as he held me, away from it all. “Why should I care who you are?” Bart asked.

“Well you see, that's a long story my friend. You see, I was enjoying my day earlier, then I get a message from my daughter, and in the message was a recording.” Nik spoke, his jaw hard. His fist came into contact with Bart's jaw, as he went barreling to the ground, winded. Blood slashed on the floor, as Nik helped Bart to his feet, only to hit him over, and over.

“Easy Nik,” another voice came from behind us. “Hello, my name is Ryan Sutherland, FBI.” He flashed his badge, “these are my friends.” He pointed to the other large men behind him. Pulling out a pair of hand cuffs. “You are under arrest for fraud, embezzlement, threatening a minor, indentity theft, implied rape of a minor.”

They took Bart in cuffs. “Fuck all of you,” Bart spoke harshly. “And you Drew.”

Nik stepped up to him, kneeing Bart in the stomach. “You ever touch, talk to, or mention my daughter's name again, I will put a bullet through your head myself.”

Bart was hauled off, the men in with badges taking him away. I ran to Nik, hugging him. “Thank you Dad,” I whispered, shaking, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Shh, everything is okay now, I promise.” He said.

“What just happened?” Taylor was the first one to ask.

“Earlier, Bart asked me to talk to him. And he threatened me, and everything I love. So, I recorded the conversation, and sent it to my Dad.” I said.

“And I, took that recording, and sent it to my friends over at the FBI, I served with them back in Iraq.” He said, “apparently Bart has done a lot more than what he told her, the charges are endless. But, now, he'll behind bars for a lot of years.”

“Drew what did he threaten?” Mahogany asked.

“To sell your guys secrets,” I looked around the room at all the faces, of people I care about. “Among other things.”

“Implied rape of a minor,” Nash said, looking up at me, he walked to me, “Drew, I wouldn't have let that happen.”

I wrapped my arms around my brother, shaking my head. “I know,” I whispered. All of us, the people, the faces, came together as I felt bodies encase around me, we all fit together, like we knew we would. Despite, the pain, and the fights. We ultimately all love each other. Magcon isn't forever, but the memories are. The friendships, relationships, everything. Nothing, not even Bart can tare that apart.