Y/n pov

Before I could question what happened, George fled, leaving both the gun and the door ajar. Seconds later Jordon appeared in the door way, carefully making his way down the steps.
"The fuck happened? I saw George run by sobbing... now he's tearing his room apart!"
I shook my head, wiping away the tears, "I don't know... he just broke down."
Jordon picked up the pistol, "He told me he was going to get rid of you, but I guess the past was just to painful for him."
I looked up, "The past? What do you mean?"
The man pocketed the gun, frowning, "It's not my place to speak of it. You'll have to talk to George."
"When?"
Jordon turned, "When he's not fucked up. In the meantime, come with me, I've got a job for you."

Unfortunately the job was actually him having his way with me, but when that was over I was free to go. After that I ran into Danny, who wanted the same but quickly changed his mind after he claimed I smelt "Desperate" after being with Jordon. So I took a shower instead, where I thought about what he said. All of this was linked somehow, the past according to Jordon. I was somehow related to this group of six criminals, but how? I wanted answers, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. When I got out, I was alone. Everyone was either asleep or gone, so I curled up on the couch, enjoying being alone for once, eventually dozing off. Far past twelve AM those who were gone came back, I woke up, seeing three people before rolling back over. One broke away and gently picked me up. Still being half asleep I didn't see it as an issue, instead nuzzling against the unknown person, passing back out after that.

I woke up in a bed, which took me a moment to register, for I specifically remember going to sleep on the couch... Oh yeah, someone picked me. I rolled over and then quickly sat up, it wasn't a room I recognized. I remembered all the other rooms I had been in... Maybe it was that Dylan guy.
"You're awake."
Not Dylan.
I looked over, seeing George seated in a beat up chair. He held a bottle of beer, more were on the desk beside him, even more were strewn across the room. Along with a pipe and a bag of what looked like cocaine half assed hidden in a dead plant. I didn't know if the man was sober or not, but by the way he slurred his speech it was safe to assume he was at least buzzed from the alcohol. I cautiously crawled out of the bed, watching him take another swig from his bottle as he noticed what I was doing.
He grinned, leaning forward when I daringly stepped up to him. I was scared, yes, but I had to figure out what was happening.
"Jordon told you to ask," He concluded.
I nodded, "He mentioned the past... how it was too painful?"
"Jordon needs to keep his trap shut!"
George stayed silent for a moment after that, staring at me in a perplexed manner before he spoke softly, "I was gonna kill you, shoot you dead and hide the body. But... but then I saw your eyes."
"My eyes?"
He nodded, "Deep pools of (E/C)... they haven't changed. I couldn't... I couldn't do it."
I shook my head in confusion, "I don't understand, what do you mean?"
"You don't know who I am."
"Am I supposed to?"
He laughed joylessly, "Repressed memories. forgotten friends... Family's torn apart by blind rage. It's all a broken picture... A picture you don't understand."
"Why don't I understand?" I grew desperate, "What aren't you telling me!?"
George frowned, "You don't understand, you won't until you open your eyes and accept the truth."
"How am I supposed to do that!?" I spat, growing increasingly frustrated.
"Glimpse into the past. See yourself and others for who they are."
I shook my head in disgust, "You're crazy!"
"Broken memories," he muttered to himself, "Shattered... families. Capture it before it runs away..."
I spun around, refusing to hear anymore, flinging the door open as I raced through it. Everything he said flew through my mind at once, nothing made sense. The man was delusion, spouting out random bullshit!
I forced myself to calm down, there had to be something. I again thought of what he said.
Nothing made sense...
Repressed memories.
It's all a broken picture.
Glimpse into the past.
But suddenly, it did.