* 𝘌𝘠𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈𝘕 𝘌𝘠𝘌 !

paranoia went hand and hand with the very blood that pumped through alex’s veins. a disease that plagued her being and kept her awake throughout the night, keeping an eye over her shoulder and right on the edge of a breakdown throughout the day. she was supposed to be safe! alex should’ve fucking known it was bullshit. it was kubra, for fuck’s sake. of course he wasn’t going to end up behind bars like he deserves, and she’d be paying the price of never having a moment’s peace. at least when she hadn’t been in prison, the paranoia was bearable. he wasn’t sure of where she was, fleeing would’ve been easy enough. being back in this shithole left alex too vulnerable, and it was only a matter of time before kubra followed through with her demise.  ❝ there’s too many fucking new faces now, pipes. ❞ alex starts as her eyes dance across the populated yard, her back pressed against the fence and her heart seeming to pick up in pace against her chest. the longer she allowed her mind to linger on the matter, the closer she edged herself right to a panic attack.  ❝ do you have any idea how easy it’d be for him to get someone in? fuck, he’s probably already got someone in here. ❞ alex breathes out and combs long fingers through strands of dark hair to remove them from her face, forcing her eyes away from unfamiliar faces to focus on piper. ( not that it helped much, it wasn’t like she really gave a shit about what alex was dealing with. still, she still had that way of making alex feel a little more at peace. )   ❝ can we go somewhere a little less populated before i give myself a fucking heart attack? ❞   /   @woebound gets a starter she didn’t really ask for !

body weaves throughout the crowded space in search for something more secluded for a much needed smoke after dealing with the party-goers for longer than desired. he never had been much of a fan of populated areas, but it was good business. a bunch of drunken teens and young adults searching for an escape that colton happened to have tucked away within the confinements of his inner jacket pocket. ( now full of cash from the amount he had sold throughout the night. )  he’s fishing into his pocket to collect the lighter and pack of cigarettes when his body collides with another and a grunt escapes himself from the impact, brows knitting together with a harsh retort on the tip of his tongue. it falls short when his eyes land upon the culprit, a pretty thing in a pink dress who looked entirely out of place amongst the junkies and party people who populated the building.  ❝ you should really watch where the fuck you’re going next time. ❞ words come out with a bite and there’s still a chuckle that itches at the back of his throat, attempting to convey how someone like her had ended up in a place like this. there was no way in hell that this was a setting she was familiar with, it was written all over her, and colton’s been to enough of these things to familiarize himself with the faces. ( hers being worth remembering, that is. )   ❝ ---- are you lost? church’s down the street. ❞ body leans forward in order to allow her to hear the mocking words more clearly over the music that blares throughout the place, colton letting his eyes linger on the girl as the cigarette is lifted to place between his lips.