youvegotpower:
open starter ;; sasha
“You can either keep your mouth shut and leave, doors over there, or you can stay and help clean up the mess. The choice is yours, just know, I’ve got friends in high and low places and if you narc, I’ll know about it. And you’ll be begging for death instead of the alternative.”
April hadn’t said a word as she stared at the man and his mess, and she continued to stay silent as he spoke and made her options clear, pressing her lips together and looking him in the eyes until he was done. This all felt so oddly similar to her past with Caleb, and she didn’t know what to think of it — was she scared or somewhat nostalgic?
“I— I’m not a narc,” she murmured, trying to reassure him and herself. She certainly wasn’t, but she didn’t sound so confident of this. “’m not. D-Do you need help?”










