!TRIGGER WARNING!- Shooting

(I'm sorry babes, I have to do this)

~A few hours later

I might be a bit tipsy. Just a tad.

Elijah grins at me and leans back in his chair. "You're a cute drunk." I pout and shake my head. "Nah uh, I'm not drunk."

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright. Just being your normal, weird self?" I gasp and slap his arm. He chuckles and wraps that arm around my waist, pulling me closer into his chest.

"Where's Jordan? At least he's nice to me," I frown and look around. No Jordan. Elijah scoffs. "I have a bigger dick, so it won't surprise me if you stay with me."

I smirk and stand up, making it seem like I'll actually leave him. Aaron is two tables far, so I'll just go get my hugs there. But before I can even take a step towards him, Elijah starts the egg.

I hate that egg with my whole life.

I quickly sit down again, but he doesn't stop it. Instead, he just intensifies it. I whimper and grab his arm, silently begging him to stop.

"Ah, ah, ah," he denies, like I'm a kid who did something wrong. "And here she comes back," he grins and wraps his arm back around my waist.

I shut my eyes to  distract myself from the vibrating feeling inside me, but it just gets worse and worse. Opening one eye, I see he's playing with the buttons on his phone without looking at it. Instead, he's talking to two other men.

I want to let out a whimper, but that'd be awfully awkward with the two men at our table. So, I just grab Elijah's hand under the table and squeeze it hard. 

He bites his lip in pain. Probably because his hand is almost white... But if I don't squeeze it, I'll make noise. And I do not want that.

"Gentlemen, could you please go to your own seat," Jordan says. He gives me a wink while the men leave this table. I sigh in relief and release Elijah's hand a little.

Jordan and Ethan replace the men's seat and lean back. Their phones are thrown on the table and I see the same app as Elijah's on their phone. So they know what is happening?

I blush. Ethan smirks and winks at me, one finger moving over his screen. The egg twitches inside me before intensifying again, bringing me closer to the edge.

A soft whimper leaves my mouth. "I-I-" Elijah kisses my temple. "You what, sweetheart? I can't understand you."

Oh, how I wish I could focus on flipping the bird at him right now.

"I-I'm close," I silently moan, close to his ear to be sure no one heard. He gives ma a fake sympathetic look. "Ouch, that's not really good, since your mom is walking to our table."

My eyes widen and I look over my shoulder, seeing she is, in fact, walking towards us. She happily waves at me.

I look back at Elijah with wide eyes. He just grins and leans back a little more. I look at Jordan and Ethan, who shrug and smirk.

'I hate you,' I mouth. They chuckle. Mom sits down next to me and kisses my cheek. The egg does, very pointedly, not slow down.

I'm going to rip off their heads and burn their bodies, then mix them into soup and eat them. I fricking swear.

"Hey, honey. How's it going here?" she beams. I force a smile and try to keep my bottoms from shaking. "Good, Mom. Are you having fun?"

She squeals. "Oh, yes! Aaron is such a sweetheart! Did you know he has an own company? All on his own! He must be very smart and rich. You're so lucky," she sighs. My eyebrows raise. On his own?

Jordan coughs and stands up. "Excuse me, just for a minute." And he leaves, straight to Aaron's table. I chuckle under my breath. Uh oh.

"That was Jordan, right? He seems a grump." I giggle at that, but when I see Elijah reaching for his phone, I stop. It's already hard enough.

"So, Ethan, what do you do for living?" Mom asks him. Ethan sits up and grins. "I also have an own company, apparently." Mom cheers. "Really? Tell me everything!"

Just leave, Mom.

But now she's distracted, so I reach for Elijah's hand again. He allows me to squeeze it and smiles an innocent smile.

"I realy, really hate you," I sweetly tell him. I shut my eyes and lean into his shoulder. The egg twitches again. I bite my lip, knowing I should've said that after this, and not in the middle.

He bends down to whisper in my ear, "You're going to cum without a single noise, understand? Your mom will be seated next to you. And if you do make a noise, guess what happens after this is done."

My eyes widen. Not again. He chuckles and nods. "A very purple ass."

The egg thing is now probably on the highest setting. I bite my lip to keep any noise coming out. Elijah's arm around me tightens, helping me to hide my body's shaking movements. At least he does that.

Mom turns back to me. I scream in myself in frustration. She always chooses the wrong time. "Oh, honey, it's getting late. I should go home, don't you think? I don't want to be broke when I get home, because Tom charges ten an hour to babysit Ash."

She sighs. "But it's so much fun here. Guys, you'll do this again, right?" Ethan and Elijah nod. "Sure. We're having a lot of fun too," Ethan winks at me. 

I glare at him. He cocks an eyebrow and glances at his phone, making me look down. "Y-yeah, Mom, this was f-fun," I fake-smile at her.

She stands up and hugs me. "I'll see you later, sweetie. When are you coming home?" she asks. I give her a small shrug, gently hinting to just go.

"Whenever these guys let me," I crack a joke. She laughs. "I'll go say bye to Jordan, Aaron and Owen before going home. Bye-bye."

I wave after her before sighing in my seat. I am very close to the edge and I don't think I'll be able to hold it very much longer. 

I look around, trying to distract myself. And that works, because a few men come in. Wow, they're late. Elijah's and Ethan's spines stiffen immediately and the egg thing stops vibrating.

Ethan stand sup and almost runs to my side of the table. "A dance, princess?"

I nod, confused but happy at the same time. "Gladly." He extends his hand and pulls me up. We start dancing to a slow song.

I lay my head on his shoulder, my right hand in his left. "This is nice," I tell him. He nods, humming. But when I look up to meet his eyes, he's looking around anxiously. "What's happening, Ethan?"

He swallows and looks at my face. "Nothing, princess. We just don't like the persons who came in. They aren't our best friends and we don't know what they're doing here. Nothing to worry about, come on."

We dance a few songs more, and he relaxes each song more. That makes calm too, seeing as he's not worried anymore.

"Are you drunk, princess?" he grins. I frown and shake my head, pouting. "No! Elijah asked that too. I'm just a little tipsy. Just a tad," I tell him and show him how little with my fingers close to each other.

He chuckles. "Alright then. But we're still switching to water anyway." I sigh, but nod. That's probably the best.

Suddenly, his eyes widen in a panic and he grabs me roughly. I don't progress what happens next.

That is, until a shot sounds.

My eyes widen and my lip starts to tremble. Ethan picks me up and runs to a table, then pushes me under it. He wants to run away again, but I sob and clutch his arm to me.

My desperate eyes find his. His shoulders sigh and he dives right next to me. I throw myself in his arms. I feel safer with him, because I know he can handle whatever is happening around us.

"Protect me," I cry. He wraps his arms around me tightly and covers my mouth with his hand. He whispers, "You need to stay silent now, Scarlett. I can't have you hurt."

I nod and press my lips to each other. "What is happening?" I whisper back. He lets out a frustrated huff. "That's not being silent. But to answer your question, our 'best friends' just shot a couple of times."

There were multiple shots?

I nod, clutching to him desperately. We wait a few minutes. Another shot sounds, now closer to our table. I flinch aganst Ethan, but know he'll protect me at any cost.

The silence is even more torturing than the shots. I don't know what's happening. 

But then... "Scarlett?"

I flinch again. How do they know my name?

The next time the voice sounds, is very close to the table. But I recognize it. "Darling? Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It's Owen. I look up at Ethan. He frowns and lets go of me to go look. A yelp sounds, then a sigh. "Fuck, Ethan. Moron! Where the fuck is Scarlett?"

Ethan looks behind him and tilts his head, saying it's safe. I crawl towards him and see Owen towering over us. 

He starts sobbing and kneels down next to me, hugging me tightly. "Oh my God, Sarlett. I thought- Thank God, I thougth wrong," he cries.

Jordan, Elijah and Aaron run towards us now. It's become a group hug, how we're all seated on the floor, hugging each other tight. 

"You're safe now, Scarlett. They're gone."