#galen

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We've got Galen baby! (And I'm writing him weird.)

So I do think he has a wife and kid (I don’t know if that’s canon?? Is it?).

*He is one of the funniest guys ever. He’s secretly and stealthily the funniest guy at SDN. Because he has TIMING. He can get Robert to laugh. He’s gotten Coupé to GIGGLE a little. He is just FUNNY.

*He’s a chill guy who takes beard care seriously. He has a very lovely and silky beard. He considers hygiene very important.

*On the non-hero side of Robert’s SDN life, Galen is one of his closest friends. He’s not at the family level as the Z team + chase, Mandy and Royd but and Galen are good friends. He really enjoys Galen’s company. Also compared between the both of them, Galen makes Robert look as sociable as a teen girl trying to be prom queen.

*Galen periodically will say some of the wildest shit he’s seen from Flordia with a chill tone and a straight face. It leaves everyone like 0-0

*Galen is the kind of guy that never forgets an anniversary or a birthday. He just doesn’t.

*He’s not a sweets guy. Sure he likes sweets every now and then but he’d prefer not.

*He likes matcha flavored things, especially sweets though.

*He had multiple joke books as a kid but he found them boring after a while.

*Despite being from Florida he’s never seen an alligator that wasn’t in a Zoo.

Part 2

The next morning, Michelle woke up.

She realized there was a note on her bedside table, but she decided she should do her morning stuff first.

She went to the bathroom.

After her morning routine, Michelle began to read the note.

"Go to the garage."

She went to the garage.

She brought a kitchen knife with her, just in case.

She found the other note in the back seat of her car.

"Bring the key you find in the box on the third shelf to the attic."

Just as she slammed the door of her car, Galen appeared.

"Hello.

Give me the fucking key."

Galen said, smiling.

"No."

"Hm."

Michelle snapped.

He was pulling on her dick.

"Fuck off!"

Michelle said, pointing a knife at him.

Galen threw the knife out of Michelle's grasp.

He pinned her to the wall, holding her by the neck.

His grip was strong

Michelle looked at Galen straight in the eyes.

"Get the fuck off me."

Michelle gasped, noticing Galen's dagger in his hand.

Galen pressed it to her neck.

"Then don't screw this up.

Give me the fucking key."

Michelle responded by showing her knee in Galen's groin.

He gasped but recovered quickly.

"Michelle.

I swear, if you don't hurry and give me that damn key, I will hurt you.

I don't have all day.

I don't care if you're my brother's wife."

Galen was pissed.

Michelle shook her head.

"Ex wife.

And all for a damn key?"

He looked at her with such rage and disgust.

"You will never understand what happened to me!

You Balency's all think and believe I'm just a fucking monster because of Isabelle!"

Ice blue veins were showing on his skin.

"You are the fools that keep needing us."

Michelle pleaded, begging him not to hurt her.

Galen said, his hands clenching the dagger harder.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and in one swift motion, he swung at her, giving her a big scar across her chest.

"NO."

Michelle screamed as she felt the dagger slice through her.

She wanted to scream again, but a sharp pain started to move up and down her body.

She felt like she was on fire.

Her legs began to feel weak, and she fell to the floor.

She couldn't see properly, the pain was already too much.

Then he heard footsteps.

Which he recognized.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

FUCK.

Zion was clapping.

Galen was still on his knees.

Nevan and him came since brothers needed to talk.

"You should've known what you were getting yourself in."

Zion said with a tone of disgust in his voice.

"We we're supposed to get information from her, Galen.

What an idiot I am.

I should’ve done this myself."

"What she thought was a perfectly good argument was in my perspective just a fucking excuse coming from her again."

"Yeah sure."

Zion said in a sarcastic whisper.

Galen groaned in annoyance as he stood up.

"I was doing that for your own good."

Zion said.

"My own good!?"

He scuffed.

He charged at Zion with a punch that landed on his cheek.

Zion lowered his head.

It was like something was controlling him.

Galen could only feel hatred in his body, telling him it wasn't going to stop if Zion was still in the room.

Only seconds passed and Galen was starting to feel dizzy, but not calm.

No.

Not calm.

He isn't like this.

He never lost control in the army.

Why is he like this?

And he slowly tilted his head down to see the glare of Zion's black eyes.

His fear vanished when his fingers fell on his chin.

It was Michelle's blood.

He smiled.

Galen was cut off by turning his head and seeing a sight of Nevan.

This was his fault.

Galen threw his body against Zion's.

Zion stopped as the force of impact almost knocked him against a wall.

But he stood back and stared at Galen's eyes.

Zion pulled his body together.

He punched Zion right in the gut.

He lunged at Galen.

Galen kicked him as hard as he could in the stomach, knocking him to the floor.

He slowly got up and smirked at Galen.

He knew he had to get out of the room.

Now.

He quickly made his way for the door as Zion followed him.

Zion was breathing heavily.

He went to punch Galen, but Galen ducked and slammed his fist right in his face.

Zion slumped over Galen, recovering as he started to spit.

"You little rat.

I have waited so long to give you a good fucking beating."

He couldn't stay there any longer.

He didn't.

Nevan dragged him in the other room.

When he gained enough strength to move, Nevan picked him up by the neck and slammed him against the wall as if he were a rag doll.

"This will be the last time you come in this room with your hands covered in her blood.

Not one day more.

Do you hear me?"

Galen just looked at him.

He wasn't concerned about what Nevan said.

But he nodded anyway to avoid more trouble.

"Very well.

That settles it.

We will fix this.

Or at least I will."

The two of them returned to the room.

But Zion was gone.

He went stalking.

He texted Nevan so he knew he would return once he is done.

It was night.

Zion was a convicted criminal.

It wasn't unusual for him to stalk.

He came to the Balency's house.

There were six girls at the table.

Marceline and Teressa Mikallen.

Veronica Jillner.

Isabelle, Mary and Belle Balency.

He knew who they were.

Three of them were talking about what happened on the news, and the other two were doing their makeup.

But one stood in between.

She was doing her cousin's makeup and talking about him.

Belle.

One of the windows was opened.

Mary and Belle smoked.

He overheard one of the things she said.

"I think it's hilarious how...

One second.

Teressa, turn your head around, I can't do your eyeliner.

Anyways...

It's hilarious how, one second, I am scared of a criminal, and the other second, I want to impregnate him."

He smiled.

The laugh was heard again.

The girl turned her head around and saw him.

She didn't say a thing.

She turned her head back.

She knew he was there.

She kept gazing at him.

She looked cold.

"What is Zion like?"

"He is dangerous.

He is strong and will control anything he wants and has a lot on his criminal record to prove it.

I'm glad I was not too involved with him."

"Veronica, hand me my mascara."

Teressa said.

He knew that Belle would be free tomorrow.

She won't come with them to the concert.

One of her favourite YouTubers will have a livestream and will promote her book.

That excited him.

He ran to the backyard quickly.

He knows her father.

Zion left their yard.

His brothers were at the table waiting for him with glasses of whiskey.

"I won't be free tomorrow."

.

7 pm.

She was alone in her room.

She watched the live.

She ate a kebab in front of the laptop.

Her parents watched the TV.

She was worried about her cousins talking about her behind her back and how she was a freak because she barely went out, and when she did, it was the same place.

Caffè Mint, where Aryan brothers usually go.

It was a gang almost against the one Nevan was in

Or they see her as a whore cuz her nudes got leaked.

Not to mention her one-night stands.

She hated her mind.

Why does she feel somebody watching her?

She turned.

She saw this person staring at her.

Who is he?

Why does he look familiar?

She was staring at him in her pyjamas.

Her mom knocked on the door, and he almost as if vanished.

Fuck, too much weed again.

"Hey, honey.

Did you call for me?"

Her mom asked.

"Oh.

Yeah.

Can you bring my phone, please?

I forgot it in the dining room.

You can take your charger back."

She replied.

"Okay."

It's just her imagination.

Probably due to the lack of sleep.

She was going to sleep.

She was in her bed.

She couldn't seem to get her mind right.

She thought of Zion and how she hasn’t seen him in the street for a long time.

The worst part was that she could see him.

Now.

She didn't know what to do.

She got her laptop and put on her music.

She ignored him.

He was probably just in her mind too much.

She almost drifted off to sleep while still listening to the video on her laptop.

But his cold finger dragged themselves, lining out her spine.

She jumped.

She turned around.

She closed her laptop, put it on the ground, and stared at him.

He grabbed her by the waist, bringing her closer to him, and whispered:

"Guess who will be the one having fun tonight, doll."

Her eyes widen.

He looked fine as fuck.

She tried to get up, but she couldn't move.

"Don't."

He commanded.

"I'm not going to do bad as long as you obey me."

He said before kissing her neck and pulling her closer to him.

She screamed.

This woke up her parents.

Her mother was worried about Belle and went to her room, while her father was grabbing the flashlight.

They didn't hear what she screamed because they were too far away but she seemed scared.

Her father went in her room first while her mother followed him.

"I'm okay."

Belle said.

It seemed like she was trying to convince herself, not her parents.

"You look pale, Belle."

Her mother said, cupping her head.

"You should go to the kitchen and make me and you some tea.

I have to make sure you take care of yourself.

Your dad is in your room with the flashlight, doing some investigations.

Did we leave the backdoor open?"

"I don't know.

I'll be fine.

Thanks for worrying about me."

Belle said, shaking her head and standing up, going towards her room.

She looked at her parents with worry.

"You could have called us.

It was not our intention to scare you by bursting into your room like that."

Her father said.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

Her mother asked.

"Yeah."

She said, closing the door to her room.

Zion grabbed her by the waist and covered her mouth with his hand.

"That was rude of you, Belle."

She was terrified.

She tried to move out of his grip.

But he was strong.

She was fighting.

"Calm down or I'll make you."

He said.

"I'm not letting you go."

He said, sitting her on the bed.

He kissed her and then pushed her shirt up by the collar.

She put her ankles under her blanket, hiding the scars she made on herself because of that one night she thought of Nevan while drinking.

He leaned down to kiss her neck.

She went off and put her head on his chest.

He continued to kiss her neck.

She was getting used to his kisses, and soon enough, she started returning them.

He broke the kissing.

"Good girl."

He muttered, and then he took her wrist in his hand.

"Lock the door."

He whispered.

She locked the door and sat on her bed while he sat at her feet.

She looked at him nervously.

"Do you like the way I touch you?"

He asked.

She nodded.

"Good."

He said, smiling at her with half lidded eyes.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he threw her on the bed with him.

He pinned her body under him and began trailing his lips across her neck.

When he reached her collar bone, his tongue flicked over it and then down her chest until it reached her nipples.

"Touch me while I don't have your arms pinned."

He ordered.

"What if I don't like what you're doing?"

She asked.

"You like it.

But if you want me to stop, I will."

He said with a smirk on his face.

He threw her pants on the floor.

"I'll give you pain.

The type of pain you crave."

He said.

He placed his lips on her breasts.

He kept sucking her nipples.

His hands were everywhere.

Thighs.

Hips.

Belly.

He kept teasing her with his fingers and tongue.

Her whole body was shaking.

She couldn't control her moans from slipping through her lips.

His fingers entered her.

Slowly, they began exploring her inside.

She was unable to hold on.

Her walls shook uncontrollably and she started crying and moaning more.

He smiled.

"See how sweet you are, darling?"

She sobbed.

"Did you really think I couldn't do this?

That I'm not worthy of you like Nevan is?

You thought I forgot you were in my life.

Hm?"

He asked, looking down at her.

She bit her lip and whimpered.

"You're mine, baby.

I own you.

No one will make you feel this way."

He said, pulling her panties down, then he slid himself between her legs.

He positioned himself at her entrance.

She cried out.

Why am I letting him in?

She let the darkness consume her.

She didn't care where it took her.

She was in pleasure.

She didn't resist.

She didn't scream or plead, or cry, or beg.

She gave herself completely to Zion.

She was crying.

"Love...

Sh..."

He said, caressing her cheek with his thumb and wiping a tear away from her eye.

"You've done so well, baby.

Relax."

She calmed down a bit.

Her hands were still trembling as she was crying.

Zion moved in her.

It hurt like hell.

She wanted to moan loudly but she would rather not wake up her parents.

She bit her tongue.

She gasped when her back hit the mattress.

She arched her back.

"Oh.

Sweetheart.

That feels good.

You like how that feels?"

He asked.

She couldn't speak.

She was afraid she will wake her parents.

He didn't notice.

He kissed her softly.

He pulled his head away from her

He looked at her again.

"Open your eyes for me."

He whispered.

She looked at him with a small nod.

She slowly opened her eyes.

"That's beautiful, baby.

I want to see your beautiful eyes when I claim you."

She nodded again.

He bent forward and kissed her gently.

She tried to fight against his lips.

She lost, giving him more power in this kiss.

He was taking advantage of her surrender as his tongue slipped in her mouth.

He kept making her moan.

He kept moving inside of her, never reaching a deep enough part to fullfill his primal needs.

Her moan woke her parents.

"BELLE!"

Her mother shouted from their room.

"Everything alright in there, Belle?"

"Yes.

I just hit my arm on the closet."

"Alright."

"Okay."

Zion is still inside of her.

He is moving rhythmically against her.

The pain is incredible.

She felt something else in her.

It made her feel more pleasure.

"Oh, God."

She moaned.

She grabbed his hair.

"Look at me, baby,"

He said, pushing his cock deeper.

"More."

She groaned.

"I love hearing you talk, Belle."

"Zion.

Please.

Stop."

"No, Belle.

You said how you wanted more.

And it's only going to get worse."

"Zion please."

"Next time they interrupt us, tell them you are mine.

And you are busy letting me fuck you out."

Zion grunted when she pushed him as deep inside her as she possibly could.

He is thrusting in and out of her.

He started rubbing his hips against hers, bucking them up underneath him.

Zion lifted her leg onto his shoulders.

"More.

Please."

She begged, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back on the pillow.

Zion kept moving his hips against her until she came.

She moaned his name, feeling full, as she rode her orgasm.

Zion growled as he came inside of her.

They laid there for a couple of seconds, breathing heavily.

Part 1.

She was tired of being a fucking mess all the time.

"Morning."

Michelle says, grabbing a cup of black nescafé coffee and moving it up at her sister.

Kate looked at her questionably.

"It's 7 am.

How are you up already?"

Kate wondered.

"I heard knocking at our front door.

It was the mailman.

He brought us a letter.

Maybe he is your father."

She chuckled at the joke then looked at her, confused.

"Who was it from?"

"Dad."

"Oh?

What does he want now?

Went gambling again, hm?"

She said in anger.

"If he sent that, I doubt we should even bother opening it.

It's probably just him begging to borrow money again."

"I'll read it for you."

She cleared her throat.

"Dear daughters,

I haven't seen you in years.

I need a favor.

Please visit the old church you went to when you were attending Catholic School.

In there, you will find a key in one of the Bibles on the table in the back.

Use that key to open the door of the basement.

Yes, the room in the part of the house you weren't allowed in.

You will find another letter of mine there, explaining more.

Michelle, I want you to do this alone.

For Kate, I have something else.

Yours truly;

Dad."

Michelle claps her hands.

"I'm going to get my keys."

Kate looks at her.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"I guess this is where we part today.

Bye!"

Michelle closed the door and went outside.

"Bye."

Kate whispered to herself.

.

Michelle walks through the church.

It was huge.

Her dad told her about the church.

This is where people used to hide from others back when Christians got killed for their religion.

Michelle turned around.

She felt something behind her.

She saw a man in a grey t-shirt and soldier pants, staring back at her.

He was blonde and had mint blue eyes.

Galen.

What the fuck?

"Is this yours?"

Galen says.

His eyes look strangely pissed off.

She looked at him with wide eyes.

He held a diary that was hers.

It kept all her teen years.

She planned to publish it as a book one day but lost it.

Not even her family should know what is written there.

She snatched the diary from his hand and tried to climb the stairs.

"Not today."

He grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her to his chest.

He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and pressed it along her neck.

"Look what the cat brought."

A sharp and deep voice said from behind.

Michelle lost her breath once more,

"Hello Michelle."

He spoke again.

Nevan.

She squealed as Galen cut a wound on her collarbone, shutting her up.

Galen looked at her with half closed eyes, looking like he would kill her at any second.

He would if he was allowed.

She knew he wanted to.

She looked at him with pure disgust on her face.

"l will let you free.

But you have to do me a favour."

She was exhausted by that word already

"What now?"

She said, annoyed.

Nevan rolled his eyes.

"I need you to contact my brother."

She was surprised it was that simple.

"Why can't you do that?"

He lifted his leg on a table and said with a smile:

"I’m talking about Zion.

You know why."

Michelle went pale.

"Zion...?

Do you mean that piece of shit who ever tried to kill me?

NEVAN, THAT MOTHERFUCKER TRIED TO

STRANGLE ME WITH A FUCKING TELEPHONE WIRE."

Nevan stayed quiet for a second.

"First of the FUCKING ALL.

You contacted my brother more than once, and you were MORE than just ASKING FOR TROUBLE.

He warned you.

Just because you "weren't ready for this" doesn't mean shit to me.

He warned you."

Michelle just ran out of the church.

She got into her car.

"FUCK."

She screamed.

Michelle got home when it was 7 pm already, said "hello" to her sister and took a shower.

"MICHELLE!"

Her sister yelled from downstairs.

As Michelle stepped down the stairs.

"What?"

"Don't be scared.

Nevan texted me everything.

Are you ready, or are you going to call him another day?"

"What do you think?"

Footsteps came from behind her.

Michelle tried to turn her head.

Zion grabbed her chin, rubbed his nose in her hair, and whispered in her ear:

"You forgot to lock your door.

Kate.

Go to your room.

Your sister and I have something to discuss."

"And if I don't?"

Zion gave her a glare.

"I will gut you."

Kate shut her mouth and left the room.

"Nevan said he needs you."

"My dear brother?

Nothing then.

I wanted to have some fun.

Guess I don't have time.

A note will wait on your bedside or

somewhere in the house.

I can’t send a text because, as you know, the police still stalks my phone.

You better finish it."