Anthony wasnt back at the dorm when I went back . I wasn't terribly worried, but I couldnt ponder on it much because it was already time for me to go with Britt and Courtney . Brittany looked drained almost like Jessica did when I saw her earlier but her attitude was still lively and excited. Which instantly made me nervous. Brittany had on black jeans with a red chiffion shirt, with her Vans to match. She had on more makeup than usual and her shirt revealed her tatted arms. Her hair was down and her nails were still black. Typical Brittany outfit. Courtney had on a BU sweatshirt with regular skinny jeans. Her hair was up again and she was sniffling still. I sat in unbearable anticipation and the car ride was long which made it ten times worse. Brittany's eyes were low and her grip on the steering wheel was weak. "Everything alright Brit?" I asked cautiously. She nodded slowly before glancing to Courtney who was twiddling her thumbs. "I'm nervous." She whispers, putting her hair down. "It's not as bad as you think." Brit assures her as we turn into the bar parking lot. "It''s like being tickled...with a needle." Brittany says cheerful, bouncing out the front seat. Well jeez that was reasuring. We all walk side by side into the bar, and I glance around slowly. My heart was beating so loud I'm surprised no one noticed. My eyes met with the strange man I saw the day before, he was looking at his empty drink, his jacket was zipped all the way up and he was mouthing something. Drug addict! My mind screamed. Brittany grabbed Courtneys hand bringing her by the bartender. "Hey good looking." She sai, flashing her Hollywood smile. "You again? What is it that you want?" The large bald man mumbled, cleaning the inside of a glass with a cloth. "My friend here wants to get a tattoo like mine. Can you show me where to go?" She asks, smiling flirtatiously. "What tattoo would that be ma'am?" He asks, his head moving slow. I suddenly felt a shift in the air, it became thick and uneasy. I felt tension...violent tension approaching. "One just like this." She chimes back, revealing her foreign imprintment. The mans eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, "I'm sorry ma'am but she cant get that." He adds forcefully, slamming the glass down which causes me to jump. "I got one, why cant she?" Oh lord why was Brittany testing the man? "You dont want her in the same amount of trouble you're already in." He spats back, his voice filled with venom. Oh shit. Already in? My heart began to race and I glanced around the room, curious to see who was witnessing. "It wasnt my fault! I dont remember anything!" Brittany exclaimed, stepping back. "Um, Brittany, what's going on?" Courtney asked, grabbing on to her arm, trying to motion her away. I nervously looked back to the strange guy with the tattoos, who was standing on his feet. "It's too late for that...you had your chance." The bartender whispered, reaching into his pocket. "What in the hell are you guys talking about?" I suddenly yell, and after my short exclaim, tables were flipped over. Many intimidating men emerged from the back door where I got my tattoo yesterday, and the bartender had retrieved a gun from his pocket. I gripped my hand around Courtneys, tossing her on to the ground and then grabbed Brittanys shoulders and pushed her into a corner. Gunshots were aimed towards us, and Courtney sobbed silently, her arms covering her face. "Go to the door." I told her, and looked back at Brittany who already had that idea. The bartender and the strange guy attacked her, grabbing her ankles and wrists and she screamed and tried to squirm out of their grip. "Get away from her!" I heard myself shriek. Everything was happening so fast, I barely noticed they had dropped Brittany and were walking towards me. "That's Jeremys one isnt it?" Someone muttered from behind me. Jeremys what? Hell no. "No that's her sister. Thats pretty boys girl." I suddenly reconized the last voice; the guy from the shootout. "Couldn't be Tank. Why would she have that tattoo?" The bartender questioned, they all formed a circle around me, shielding me away from the sobbing Courtney and the scared-shitless Brittany. "Didnt he tell you?" One of them asked me, cocking his head to the side. "Tell me what?" I managed to mumble. "No, why would he? He obviously knew what he was doing." Someone else added, dismissing my question. "Someone tell me what's going on damnit!" I gritted through my teeth, tears piercing my eyes, but I forced them to stay put. I would should no fear. "Your little pretty boy required you to get an interesting tattoo." the bartender chimed. "Did he ever tell you about Vince?" The guy from the shootout named Tank asked, he was large and had dark skin, and dark eyes to match. "Jeremys stepbrother?" I asked, trying to by time. "He didnt tell you that he killed him?" Tank then asked. "No, he was just responsible for the death." I said, crossing my arms, but at this point I didnt even know if I was right. "Responsible? That doesnt even cover it." Someone chirped, making the group chuckle silently. "Sad to see, he made such a pretty girl like yourself suffer the same fate." The bartender said, smiling sadly. Wait...what? "Vince wasnt a bad guy. Just stupid as all. Your little pretty boy owes us a lot of money. Vince wanted in the gang."

"So of course it was natural for him to get a tattoo." All of them took turns telling me bits and pieces of the story. "But there are different tattoos to get. One in which thats in the form of a triangle with a small imprintment."

"Which stands for Liberty, Dignity, and of course...Power."

"Its normal to get the tattoo on your finger. More visable so other people from the gang can spot you."

"The more gang members you know, the most ultimate power you can have."

"If it's hidden, such as on your shoulder, under your hair, or somewhere else invisable shows shame. Or that you were forced in to the gang." My mind was boggled with all of their information, my eyes tried to search for my friends and they remained in the same position. "So what does this have to do with me?" I whisper. "We dont know much about your tattoo, only that it means something far beyond what its supposed too. You, Vince and one other female are the only people known to have that tattoo."

"Studies show it represents, weakness, tainted and miedocrociy. But the positioning of which the tattoo is placed means otherwise."

"Otherwise?" I asked. So the way that my tattoo was made....meant something...different? "Sacrafice. Human Sacrafice. Pays back all the money he owes." I then heard a different voice. A large man, which a chubby face pushed through the small circle. It was David. "I should have known that he would do this again." He said shaking his head. My eyes pressed together and I swallowed hard. The tears were coming..the betrayal was setting in...and my damn thoughts were screaming at me, " I TOLD YOU SO." Stupid me. Stupid fucking me. "I dont wish to witness another death. I've seen too much of it already. Take her away..and make sure she's never found. Then go after Anthony next." David said shaking his head and turning around. "No, please! Do whatever you want with me, just dont hurt him. Please!" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face. I began breathing deeply, my chest hurt- or maybe it was my heart I dont know. I looked backed up to find Courtney and Brittany gone. They...left me... "You'd still save him after he set you up?" Tank asked, turning his head. Would I? Of course I would. My heart pained at his pain. I hated that he was always hurting...but what did this mean for me? "Just like his mother." David said, coming back with something in his hand. "Perhaps, thats how she should go sir." The bartender said. "We'll keep him alive. We'll just show him a lesson he'll never forget. What happens when he crosses us...what happens to the people he loves." Tank suggested. People he loves? He loved me. The tears came down harder this time. "You didnt know? You should have seen him when he first met you." The bartender said. "It was sickening. But he was obsessed. He said your eyes reminded him of his mothers. Thats what he loved most about you." The bartender mumbled. This wasnt love....it couldnt be. David turned his head and inhaled, " Enough with this bullshit. If you wanna take her out like his mother...then..very well, I'll grab the tripod. But first things first." He opened his hand to reveal a small needle with a strange liquid. "I may be a sick man, but I have requirements when I murder someone." David added, giving the needle to Tank. "This will dialect your eyes, your eye color were turn black and it will turn off most of your senses. You wont feel most of the pain we give you. But Anthony sure will see it." David explained. "No you cant keep hurting him like this, please dont show him." I didnt care for my body....I didnt...he was all that mattered...no matter what they did to me...I didnt want him to see me like this....so...broken. "Who's the boss here?" David said smiling, snapping his fingers at Tank. "Don't worry..this will only hurt ...a lot." Tank said grinning. So this was it. I was a stupid foolish girl, sleeping with a guy I barely knew. Getting wrapped in his drama...his skeletons in his closet..his ghost...his past..and ultimately...him. A week....right? Basically a week of knowing...and I knew it was impossible. To be....besotted right? But I know...once I was able to accept his past and his pain, all I wanted to do was take it away. Waking up next to him was all I wanted to do, how dare anyone hurt this man....My man. In the end, all it will ever be is an unknown unrequited love. If I am to die today...I would die in love. I stood still, praying my last prayers, forgiving my doubters, and felt my body fight against fear and anguish. Others held my body, while Tank hovered over me, opening my eyes open, and positioning the needle into the iris of my eye, injecting the stingy venom into it. My body registered the pain and I wailed in pain, and before I could try to rip my eyes out my eye socket, darkness covered me.

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A/N *wipes forehead* I said 5 votes, I would update, but my reads are so outta control that I decided to only on 4 votes. I had to rush to the base of the story, but dont worry, if you thought this was intense....the story is far from over. Thank you guys for the support on my two babies Ellie & Anthony. Vote/Comment & tell me what you think. What do you guys think of the move Courtney pulled? Do you think Brittany was telling the truth? And why would Anthony do such a thing?

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