I had just woken up not too long ago. I'd say it's been about ten minutes since I had. But unfortunately I wasn't able to get up right away because Nas' not so small body was sprawled out on top of mine, limiting my source of air and practically crushing me.

Despite the pain I was in I found myself observing my surroundings so I can remember what the heck we did last night. I didn't do anything too crazy I'm sure. But the mess I'm seeing is pretty unexplainable.

Chipotle bowls were thrown on the floor, pop cans and beer bottles were littered across the bed and Chance even fell asleep with one in his hand. Lucien was lying hunched up against the wall, next to Torrence who's head was resting on his knee cap. Sterling and Chance are on the bed with Nas and I, Sterling's arm was thrown across the red heads back.

I resisted the sudden urge to laugh at how ridiculous we all looked, but I didn't. I want them to stay sleep for as long as possible. They did get piss drunk and high last night, especially Nas. So their rest is very needed.

I do need to get up though. Nas is starting to make my back cramp up and I can't take it anymore. I just hope I'll be able to get out of bed successfully without waking everyone up.

But I honestly think I won't have to worry about that. I say that because Torrence is snoring unbelievably loud. He has been all night and he's the reason why I kept waking up. If that didn't wake them up, then I shouldn't.

Slowly and carefully, I picked Nas' arm up by his finger and placed it by his side. I scooted my body over about an inch before I heard his groan. I huffed. I used my elbow to slightly push it into his side, causing his body to roll over completely in one second. Now he was laying on top of Sterling.

Sterling didn't seem to be bothered and neither did the big blonde next to him. I sighed in relief as I was able to finally move off the bed quietly. Grabbing my phone, I tip toed out of the room and made my way to the kitchen. Since I can't go home right now and I don't know how to get there from his house anyways, I just decided I'd stay for a little while longer. But if that wasn't the case, I would have been gone. I don't want to be a burden.

I hummed softly as I rummaged through Nas' cabinets. I collected anything I saw that was breakfast related. When I was done going through everything in his kitchen, I was able to find the basics; eggs, bacon, bread (for toast), potatoes and waffles. I lay all of the items out on the counter neatly and began my cooking.

I'm not sure how this is going to taste and I'm not going to lie I am kind of worried that it might not taste right, considering the fact that I'm not a frequent cooker. But I'm willing to put faith in it that it will turn out okay.

About a half an hour to 45 minutes passed until I was finally done. I grabbed dishes from his cabinets so I could prepare plates for everyone.

"It smells like bacon in- Angel you're cooking?" I heard a voice suddenly, startling me. I clutched onto the glass plates for dear life to keep them from slipping.

"Y-you scared me!" I said with a loud breath as I placed the fragile dishes down onto the counter carefully and turned around to face Nas. He wiped his eyes and took a seat in a stool behind the bar. "I like how you just-" he stopped briefly to yawn, "just...decided to go through my cabinets and cook." He mumbled placing his hands on his cheeks as he stared at me tiredly.

I felt myself blush in embarrassment. I kind of feel bad for doing this without permission. "Sorry, I woke up earlier than the rest of you. I-I just thought you guys would like to wake up to something to eat."

A hint of a smile appeared on his tired face. "I was joking. Thanks bro. This better be good though." He cleared his throat. "How are you holding up?" He asked me seriously, the tired expression suddenly gone. I smiled wryly, not really wanting to talk about it. I knew he would want to eventually though.

"I-I think I'm fine for the most part. I mean, I'm here with you, so-"

"But would you be okay if you were alone?" Nas asked, looking at me pointedly. There was no need for me to even think about an answer to that question. It would be an automatic no. But I don't want to tell Nas that.

I don't want to be a burden as I've said already and I don't want him to think of me as some weak little 18 year old boy who can't protect himself. Even though...that's kind of what I was, I still don't want him thinking of me that way.

"I-I think so."

He sighed. "Angel, look man. If you don't feel comfortable at home you can stay here with the boys and I. It's fine we don't mind." I shook my head, he rolled his eyes.

"Nas, I'll be fine." I said, trying to reassure not only him, but myself as well. I'm not sure I fully believe that statement. But I know it didn't work judging by the look on his face.

"Angel you're not safe on your own. I already know it. This man is a fucking psycho and he's after you. You can no longer rely on your home for safety. You need to be somewhere where he won't find you." Nas looked annoyed. To be honest I completely understand why. He's trying to make me take the smart way out but for some reason I just can't.

I know he's offered me his help but I can't be selfish and keep him involved in all this. I have a feeling that if I were to stay with him that Zhayne would find out somehow and hurt him and the rest of the boys. Oh god. My stomach turns at the thought of Zhayne harming them.

"Nas- I don't think he'll-" he cut me off, looking even more irritated than before. I shrank under his heated stare.

"Angel I don't think you're fucking understanding me. Your life is on the line. You are not safe. He will find you if you go home I swear to god he will. Mark my words. It's better to just stay here."

Zhayne couldn't possibly figure out where I live. "Nas, I-I really appreciate your offer...I do but-" the red head scoffed and shook his head. "I'll be fine. I swear!"

Nas waved off my reply. "Fine, Angel. If I could make you stay I would but I have no authority over you so I won't. But promise me that if anything goes wrong. If you feel even a little bit unsafe, pick up the fucking phone and call me."

My lips tightened. "I will." He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Okay. I'll go get the rest of them so they can come eat-"

"Nope we're already here! Goodmorning pussies!" I heard none other than a very lively looking Torrence. I looked up to see him walking in, followed by the other 3 giants trailing not too far behind him. Lucien yawned and took a seat on the stool next to Nas.

"Morning." The other guys took a seat as well but settled on resting their heads on the counter. Well all of them excluding Torrence.

"I smelled bacon so I woke up." He said with a cheeky smile and scooted his stool up, his eyes lighting up like Christmas as he gazed at the food I'd prepared.

"I was already awake before you because you snore so fucking loud. Woke up the whole fucking house damn near." Sterling said with his head still on the bar counter. Torrence replied with a blunt 'fuck you dude' and laughed a little afterward.

"It's like 6 am why are you screaming so loud?" Chance rasped, lifting his head looking tired and confused. He wiped dry saliva from the corner of his mouth and yawned obnoxiously without covering up. Sterling who was next to him covered his nose with his shirt.

"It's actually 11 and no one's screaming." Replied Nas.

I giggled and turned around to prepare their plates. And when I was done their heads lifted as soon as they heard the sound of the dish touching the counter.

They wasted no time digging in. Judging by how fast they ate their food, I'm guessing it didn't taste bad which I thank god for. I actually tried when I cooked this. I didn't want to embarrass myself.

We spent the entire afternoon eating, talking, laughing. Basically we did what any other friend group would do for fun. We just enjoyed each other's company. I was happy with how my day went. These guys managed to bring out a side of me that I didn't even know I had. It's still crazy for me to even think that I'm able to socialize and bond with people after all.

I hope that whatever friendship I build with them lasts a lifetime. Because every single one of them were truly, truly extraordinary people. And I admired that about them deeply.

By the time we had all settled down from our fun, I was gathering my personal belongings while everyone watched me with sad looks on their faces. "Do you gotta go bro?! We were having so much fun." Sterling whined. The others nodded and voiced their agreements.

I shrugged my jacket on, feeling extremely sad as well knowing that I had to go back home...alone. "Yeah. Sorry guys. I have school tomorrow."

"Fuck school, honestly." Said Torrence.

"Well, Angel. Considering the situation you're in you should just take my offer and stay. The guys and I would love that." He said into my ear before making his way over to the door, leaning against it with crossed arms.

"Nas." I turned to him. "I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes then held his hands up in surrender. I spun around on my heel and faced everyone else. They all stood up from the couch in unison and brought me in for a brief group hug.

"Aww, you guys." I crooned.

They all pulled back at the same time. I felt Lucien place a hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him. "Come back soon please. We really enjoyed you." He said, then pointed a finger in Nas' direction. "And you need to help us keep that fucker in check." The red head only stared back at us with a blank unimpressed expression.

"Anddd I also wouldn't mind doing more body shots on your fine ass." He kissed me on the cheek quickly and patted my butt lightly, making me jump and blush.

"GAY!" Torrence shouted.

"Dude shut the fuck up." Chance jeered. "Bye Angel. Have a good rest of your day. We'll see you soon bro alright?" He ruffled my hair while Sterling pinched my cheek, smiling.

"Bye, guys. I'll see you soon!" Hopefully. I gave them one final wave before turning to see an impatient looking Nas who was still standing in the doorway, tapping his foot.

"Come on. One of you lock the door." He said and opened it up, letting us both through. One of the guys shut it behind us. We walked down his driveway and got into his car.

As he drove, we were quiet. Neither of us spoke the entire time but I can honestly say I wasn't expecting us to. He's mad at me. And he has every right to be. I'm not upset with him for being mad. All he wanted to do was keep me safe and I wouldn't let him do that.

He was willing to lose his job and put his life on the line to make sure I'm okay. And I'm beyond grateful for it though my actions didn't show that. Nas actually made me feel like I mattered and that's not something I'm used to.

But I just couldn't let myself be a burden. I don't care if he tells me I'm not because I know I am. All I've done since I met Nas is cause trouble. For both him and I. It would be completely selfish of me to keep up with this knowing what the possible outcome would be. I can not and I will not allow myself to volunteer to ruin someone else's life. It is not in me.

I got myself into this mess. Therefore I will go down alone. I don't want to bring anyone else down with me. It would kill me.

I sighed, frowning as Nas pulled up to my house. I don't want to come back, if I'm being completely truthful. But I know I have to because it's whats right. I can't stay with Nas.

He looked over at me, not saying anything. The look on his face already let me know he was reluctant. I got out of his car, making sure I gathered everything and Nas did the same. He walked me up to my porch.

I was going to just wave him goodbye and go in but the tall red head stopped me by placing a firm hand on my shoulder. "You be safe, kid. Alright?"

"Okay." I replied dejectedly. "I will." Nas looked at me for a few more moments, studying me. I still remained unsettled and he didn't look any different.

"I mean what I said earlier. Call me if you feel like something is wrong. I don't give a fuck what it is. Call me and I will come get you."

I nodded my head slowly, letting his words resonate in my head. He let out a long exhale before turning around slowly and walking away. I watched in longing as he got into his black jeep and drove away, disappearing down the street.

I tried my best to ignore my rapid heartbeat as I hurriedly pulled out my keys and unlocked my door with a door I never recalled using before and rushed into my home. This time thigh, I double checked to make sure my door was locked. Heck! I might even have to board up my windows.

I sighed, dropping my keys lazily on the coffee table in front of the sofa and I dragged my feet toward my stairs and ascended up slowly.

When I got to my room I took my shirt and jacket off, tossing them both into my dirty clothes hamper. I then closed and locked my door behind me and climbed into my bed. I didn't even bother to cover myself up despite the fact that it was a little chilly. I just wanted to relish in the slight comfort of my bed.

I lay silently, staring at my ceiling. No one is here, I am alone. There is a serene silence. Something I feel like I haven't had the pleasure of enjoying in a while. This was truly blissful. They say silence is deafening, but I have to strongly disagree. Silence is beautiful.

These passed two days have been nothing but chaotic. But this...finally being able to have time to myself again is a blessing. I'm enjoying the atmosphere immensely, and I wish to never leave. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, meditating.

My paranoia slowly began to fade away as I allowed myself to relax for once in my life. In order to stay calm, I need to do this. My mind needs to be at peace.

I kept it up for about 5 minutes. But unfortunately my meditation came to a halt when suddenly images of what Zhayne was doing to me yesterday began to unexpectedly pop into my head. And I mentally cursed myself as my body heated up at the memory of his touch.

I tried thinking of other things, I really did. But the sinful thoughts only came running back every time I pushed them away. They were persistent. I clenched my eyes shut feeling uncomfortable. I groaned in disbelief as I felt my member begin to throb as the wicked memories of the man touching me soon became completely unavoidable all together. Every time I closed my eyes he was all I could see. So I opened them.

"Mmm." I moaned out in discomfort as the pain in my jeans worsened. I palmed my growing erection, trying to make it go down but to no avail. It only got worse.

I tossed my head back into the pillow as the aching in my lower region slowly became even more unbearable. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't touch myself to the thought of this man. It is wrong in every way. It is disgusting.

He is disgusting.

But...the way he touched me. The way he caressed my body and brought my soul into another dimension by eating me out until I came. He had me trembling beyond my control. I begged for more.

The dirty, sinful images of him eating me out while I was on his shoulders became the main thought. That was my favorite part, his tongue in me. It felt so...good. No...good couldn't even describe how he made me feel.

I'm starting to get frustrated. My attempt to meditate again went completely downhill and my lustful thoughts took full control over me. My member was pulsing, calling out for me go touch it...to let it release.

I know this is wrong. This is so wrong. But it won't go away. It will only grow worse and worse the more I try to ignore it. So I am left with no choice. I have to touch myself.

With a shaky breath and jerky hands, I slid my jeans slowly off my smooth and pale legs. The stiffness in my member causing it to press painfully into the lace material. I slide my panties to the side, making room for my member to stand free of its restraint.

I bit my lip as I trailed my hand down my stomach, nervously, until it reached my most prized possession. I gripped my weeping organ in my hand softly. I gasped as it jumped, reacting to the slightest touch.

I've never touched myself before. I've never felt pleasure beyond what Zhayne had let me experience. All it took was for him to touch me once, and he had me thinking bad things about him without him being in my presence.

I slowly began to stroke my hard on. I was immediately welcomed with such an enthralling pleasure that I'm surprised I didn't cum as soon as I did it. I drawled out a long, high pitched moan as I continued to work myself.

"I-oh." I whimpered, my hand slicking due to the small droplets of precum that began to drip from the crown of my member. My back arched as I felt myself nearing my climax. I moved my hand faster, the delicious and euphoric pleasure taking me higher.

My tongue grazed my bottom lip and my mouth parted. Then, I crumbled. I fell apart and let out a loud moan as I finally released. Cum spilled all over my stomach and chest. And my legs were slightly trembling just as they'd been with Zhayne.

Zhayne.

It took me a while until it finally dawned on me...I just touched myself to the thought of the man I'm running from. I looked down at my body in horror and realization and I quickly covered myself up with my arms as if I'd been caught in the act.

I got up and ran toward my bathroom and got in the shower immediately. The entire time I was in there I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin glowed a bright pink. I had to have been in there for a total of an hour before I decided I was clean enough.

When I was done showering I stepped out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it securely around my body. I strode to my room, feeling a lot less shameful and dirty. I made my way over to my closet, but I came to an abrupt stop as I heard my phone vibrating aggressively on my dresser.

I walked over to it and gazed at the bright screen. I picked it up in my slightly damp hands to see who was calling me.

I was only left confused though when I took a closer look at the cellular device. I do not know this number. But I clicked accept call anyways. Maybe it's my mother calling from her work number. I'm not sure.

"H-Hello?" I asked hesitantly. There was an immediate response.

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