I accidentally published this chapter before it was ready to be posted, sorry for anyone who's read it.

3rd person

After the incident, George canceled the group outing. Angrily spitting insults at everyone.
"I can't fucking take you anywhere."
And then someone would say: "Don't make me turn this car around."
And then George would have another insult ready, it would start all over again. When they reached the house, which was more like a run down, oversized shack, Jorel was outside smoking a cigarette. He stood and flicked it away when he seen the men aproching, "Find the little rat?"
"No." George growled, shoving past. The others slowly followed, milling around the living room afterwards. Georges' eyes raked over the group, "This shit isn't going to fly, not with me. There's going to be some changes around here. Matt," Matt looked up, opening his mouth, prepared to defend himself. "Don't. If you continue acting like this, I will have," George paused with a scowl, "...the girl removed. Danny stop smiling."
"I'm not doing anything!"
"Your smiling, stop it. Damnit, Jordon stop touching Dylan!"
"That's what she said."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"Shut up, Dylan"
"Make me!"
George sighed as his control over the group unrivaled. Dylan and Jordon were hitting each other, Danny was laughing and recording it, Jorel seemed to be asleep on the couch, and Matt, well, Matt was being good.
"HEY!" All eyes were once again on George, "Jordon, Dylan, stop. Danny, put your phone up. Get up Jorel. Matt, uh," He paused, "good job." Reluctantly, the others listened.
Sighing in frustration, he turned towards Jorel, who had gotten back on the couch the second he looked away, "Did you get the cash?"
Jorel looked up, "Cash?"
"Oh my fucking... You were supposed to get the money from this weeks inventory."
"We still do that?"
"Yes!"
Dylan grinned sheepishly, "Actually..."
George tensed, looking as if he would explode at any moment. Dylan made his exit. George sighed and continued, "This is going to change."
"What? When you stop crying, locked away in your room?"
"Danny I will fucking kick your ass!" He made an exit as well.
"This isn't working..." He once again changed the subject, "Jorel, where's the girl?"
"Y/n."
"I didn't ask you, Matt."
"She's sleeping." Jorel smiled innocently, "Well, she  might be. She's out of it right now."
"Why?"
"We had an interesting randevu and I gave her something to calm her down, or maybe it was the opposite. I don't know."
"What the fuck!" Matt exclaimed, racing away to the room she was last seen. With three, no Jordon had disappeared as well, four of his men gone, George threw his hands up and yelled various curses, angrily leaving. Jorel watched him go, only looking away when the door slammed shut. Then he laid back down, grinning as he waited for Matt to storm back out to pick another fight. 
Matt, meanwhile, didn't, he opened the door to Danny's room, finding the man himself standing next to his bed, Y/n left exactly where they had left her. She was even laying on her side, curled up in the blanket. 
"She's asleep," Danny hissed, deciding to ignore the fact that he punched him for no apparent reason earlier. Matt forced himself to calm down, standing beside Danny. He pulled the blanket back, noted she was half naked, and put the blanket back on her. "I don't know what he gave her, but I found the needle. She seems to be fine, but she's shaking and might have a fever." Danny said as he turned away, looking for her missing clothing, "Just take her, I'm tired and don't want you bothering me anymore." Matt didn't know what to say, silently picking the girl up, blanket and all, hastily leaving the room. He even heard Danny groan with a distressed: "My blanket." Matt would give it back later, he couldn't worry about that right now, though. Kicking open his door, he laid the girl back onto the bed. Matt then checked her over again, made sure she was breathing normally, which she really wasn't, and threw more blankets on top of her. Matt then began towards the door, but stopped when he heard Y/n make a small sound. The man cursed himself, he shouldn't leave her alone right now. Instead he quietly made his way back to the bed, cautiously sitting down, before laying down. He did not touch her.

Y/n pov

The next day I woke up alone. Alone and scared. In a state of disorientation,I didn't fully know where I was. But after feeling a sharp pain when I sat up, everything quickly came back. Well, not everything, I remember Jorel coming in, striking his deal, and the needle, everything else was just... gone. Despite this, I knew what happened, being half naked was a big give away. Hesitantly, I threw my legs over the side of the bed, standing easier than I expected. I found my clothes along with my bag. I got dressed, then waited. What was I waiting for? I didn't know myself. When nothing happened I opened the door. Not hearing or seeing anything, I slowly pushed it all the way open, stepping through. After checking every open door (ignoring the closed ones), I concluded I was alone. I quietly made my way to the kitchen area. I had managed to repress my hunger earlier, but I couldn't now. Rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, I found empty boxes and expired food. Opening the last drawer, I found a box of noodles. It looked as if no one had ever touched it, hell, it was probably true. It started over again as I looked for a pot, I had just located one in the far corner of the ancient looking stove, when somebody spoke, "What are you doing?" With a yelp, I jumped, head smashing against the roof of the stove. Scrambling to my feet, I whipped around to find him standing there, George. With wide eyes I starred, terror shaking me to the core. The man was leaning against the door way, arms loosely crossed against his chest. George didn't look overly threatening, he even wore a curious look, waiting patiently for his answer. Not trusting myself to speak, I instead held up the noodles. Nodding slightly, George grinned, "Don't let me stop you." I uneasily turned away, slowly and carefully pulling out the long forgotten pot. It looked clean enough, filling it with Wðter, I set it on the stove, turning it on and watching it heat up. George hadn't left, watching my every move, deep in thought. I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. He didn't stop me, but what stopped him from doing harm to me? I didn't know, but for the time being I was too hungry to give it any further thought, dumping the noodles in.

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Sorry for any mistakes, I'm on my phone and the grammar checker on it is messed up.