It all started in a bar "Episode 1"
There might be a part 2 on this depending how it's received. It was much more detailed but then my writing app deleted the entire thing snd I had to restart. Also 100 paragraph thing sucks. Hope you guys like it.
TW: date-rape drug use, alcohol, attempted kidnapping, hospitals, implied murder scene, death threat, police, and gun mention.
"Let me smash" the guy at the bar slurred next to you, his breath smelt like hot sauce, old chicken, and whiskey. Not pleasant.
"No. Now leave me alone" You said sternly. Sipping your drink before putting it down for a second and looking away to see if your friend was still here. She had a habit of leaving with some guy almost immediately. When you looked back, the guy was gone and you sighed in relief and took another sip and the chugged the rest of your Guinness before ordering water. You had only drank one beer but you didn't feel like drinking any more than that tonight. As the water was placed in front of you everything bag to spin and you felt yourself falling even though you weren't moving. You stood up to leave and find your friend but almost toppled over.
"Whoa there sweetie. Let's go home" a man said as you stumbled next to him. You looked up and saw the guy from earlier. And wanted to fight but you were too far gone to the feeling of whatever was wrong with you that you were practically limp.
"Colby does that look right to you?" Sam asks, Colby looks up and notices a guy dragging some androgynous person out of the bar but the person seemed out of it. Not drunk, not high, just limp and unresponsive other than weak shoves on his chest as if they were trying to get away but had no strength.
"No, no it does not" Colby says and places his drink with Sam before getting up from the table. He walked through the dance area that only had a few people on it, cutting off the slurring man carrying his limp victim. "Sorry sir, but where are you taking them?" Colby asked holding his ground and looking as intimidating as the guy could look.
"I'm taking her home, she is way to drunk to be here" He slurs and tries to shove past. The limp person in his arm keeps slapping at his face with a limp hand, a 'they/them pronouns please!' Pin was on the victims arm of their black Jean jacket.
"I'm sorry but who are you to them?" Colby asks with a blank stare to the guy.
"Boyfriend." He slurs back after a hesitation.
"Can I see a picture of you two together then?" Colby asked. The man grumbled for a second before answering.
"I don't have my phone and I don't need to show you shit!" A bouncer comes from behind Colby who already had his phone out to call 911 and seperates the man and the, now passed out, drugged character in his arm. The guy fought against it but his ID was taken from him and a picture taken of it for the police before he was kicked out.
"911 what's your emergency?" The response agent asked as Colby's phone call was answered, the drugged victim going in and out of consciousness in the booth that he had taken them too.
"My friend was drugged at Murphy's Pub. Can I get an ambulance?" Colby says as he keeps fingers on the others wrist to keep track of their pulse "yes they are breathing. Their pulse is a little quick and they don't smell like they drank much at all." Colby tried to give more information. The paramedics entered the bar a few minutes later. Everyone moved out of the way for them.
"Can I come with to make sure they are okay?" Colby asked and they allowed him to ride with.
The room was bright and your head hurt as you looked around. You didn't remember anything beyond seeing that man's face and him saying he would bring you home, and then sitting in a booth with a handsome brunette as he was on his phone.
"Wow. You're awake" a voice said from beside you and you looked to the door where the same handsome brunette was and your Friend that had abandoned you.
"Bitch" You spat at her making her laugh but then frown and walk to your bedside.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you." She said as she petted her hand through your hair.
"No you shouldn't. Please leave. I'll call you when I feel like talking this over" You mumbled and she nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry" she then left the room. The handsome brunette wandered over and sat next to you.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, his amazing blue eyes were filled with concern. You stared at him and looked over his frame for a moment.
"Fine. Tired." You responded. He nodded and then looked over as a nurse came in.
"Oh hello. We ran some blood tests and found that you were given a date rape drug known as GHB. Your friend here called just in time. You had highly toxic levels of it in your system. We were able to get you on some fluids and pump your stomach. You'll br fine now but you'll need to stay here a few days" The professional spoke and you simply nodded as she spoke before she left again.
The man got a phone call and left the room to answer it, you looked around tried to remember anything between when the man first grabbed you and when you were in the booth to now. Nothing would click and your brain just wouldn't allow you to remember anything.
"Sorry, business call" The brunette said as he sat back down next to you ten minutes later. "Sorry I haven't told you my name, I'm Colby Brock." He introduces and you smile gently and tell him your name before thinking of a question.
"What happened last night? All I can remember is I went out drinking with my friend and I only had one beer before ordering water, I had tried to tell a man to leave me alone. When I finished my beer I started to feel ill and heavy and when I tried to leave the man grabbed me and tried to take me. That's it" You decided to end your memory recall there, it would be easier for the man to explain that way.
"My friend Sam noticed you and the man, who is arrested now, and pointed out that it didn't look right. I approached the man and asked him who he was and where he was taking you. He told me he was your boyfriend and he was taking you home. However he couldn't prove your relation. So the bouncer kicked him out. You were very limp and we're falling in and out of consciousness which explains your memory. I brought you to a booth to sit down and called 911. I rode in the ambulance with you and haven't left since." Colby explained and you followed along the best you could.
"Well thank you. How long have I been out?" You asked concerned about your job.
"About, 9 hours. It's 10 a.M. right now" He explained. You swore gently under your breath.
"Well, I'm fired." You laughed and rubbed your face. You were lucky to still be on a family health insurance plan. "I had no more lates left this month so I'm fired" You clarified when Colby asked what you meant.
"Oh.." He said to himself. He looked out the window now, the beautiful L.A. sky was all that was visible for you though. You and Colby talked for a few hours. He left around 3 p.M. to go home and get changed. He promised to be your ride when you were released. You slept a lot, you ate only ad much ads you had to as your stomach couldn't handle much and the next morning they let you leave. You put on your clothes from last night. Your Jean jacket, black Jean shorts, and your TieDye shirt.
Then waited for Colby outside the hospital. He pulled up a few minutes late but you didn't mind. You sat in the back seat, the Sam guy that Colby had mentioned earlier was up front, and gave Colby instructions to where you lived. A little embarrassed about it. It was one of the shades parts of L.A. you passed 5 cop cars while on your street. There was broken windows and police tape all over your building.
"This is where you live?" Colby asked seeming worried. You nodded.
"It's all I could afford on a tendergreens salary" You responded as you went to leave the car.
"Can I walk you to your apartment please? In case you collapse or sonething" Colby tried to recover himself but failed. You nodded though, it was a kind offer. He turned off the car and locked it with Sam inside before walking you to your little apartment. Police were just exiting your neighbour's door as you left, her 19-year-old son in cuffs with them.
"Hey moodring" You called out and he gave a peace sign through handcuffs. Comb gave you a look as you laughed. "He is called moodring ring because he changes his hair color bi-weekly." You explained and Colby nodded. Your apartment was small, and practically empty. You had milk crate seats and a ripped to shreds futon.
"Um" Colby felt bad for you. He didn't think that this was a way to live, he felt sad.
"Sorry for the mess" you apologized but Colby saw nothing to make a mess with. The walls were bare, the floor was almost empty, and it looked like the kitchen hadn't been touched in a year.
"I'm sorry but I really don't like you living here. It's dangerous and it's not a nice place for such a nice person to live. Can I bring you to my place instead? I have an extra room in my house and that way you can find a new job while not worrying about rent" Colby justifies his every word. You stared at Colby for a few minutes, he seemed like a genuine guy. He seemed like he was actually worried about you.
"I don't want to be in the way Colby. You're a really nice guy but I don't want to invade your space." You responded and Colby looked worried but he nodded.
"If you change your mind. You have my number okay?" Colby offered and you nodded before he left back to his car. You called your body to confirm if you were fired or not.
"Yes. I'm sorry but no matter what you missed a day of work and didn't call in about it. You don't have a job here anymore. I will put in a good recommendation for your next job and won't mention your lates" He responded and then hung up on you. You sighed and decided to just clean up and then sleep.
There was gun shots by 8pm and then men slamming their hands on your door screaming they were going to kill you. "Wrong apartment!" You called out just to receive a 'we will kill you anyways' they never made it in though. The next morning you had a rent warning under your door, rent had been raised from 400 a month to 600. "Fuck"
"Colby?" You asked as he answered the phone. You were under your bed covers in your room. The sound of a slightly distant gunshot rang through the phone into Colby's ear.
"Oh hey. What do you need? I'm here for you" Colby answered. Already grabbing his car keys.
"Can I take you up on that moving offer? I can't afford my rent because they upped it, I did get fired, and I was almost murdered last night for the tenth time this month" You answered and heard a car start.
"I'm on my way. Pack up your valuables and we will just move you today okay," Colby said and you agreed before ending the call. You filled the milk crates with pictures of your family, your laptop that was 13 years old, and your phone and charger. That was all you owned other than some clothing.
"Hi" You greeted as you let Colby into your apartment. You picked up a crate and Colby took the other. You brought them to his car and then got in. Colby looked you over and noticed how tired you looked.
He lead you into his apartment where you slept on the couch for the next six hours. He filmed a video while you were asleep and began editing shortly before you woke up.
That was how this all started...
